A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

On the track, the U9 slid out of the last wet corner.

The car straightened and its speed increased sharply.

The speed camera display numbers jumped from 90 to 260.

The taillights left a trail of afterimages in the distance.

The timer popped up on the third lap, six seconds faster than the second lap, including four and a half seconds faster due to the wet corners.

Paul stared at the number.

His dry grip cornering on the second lap had already put him in the top three of his class on the track.

After adding wet drifting on the third lap, the lap time actually increased.

Drifting on surfaces with low traction is not about showing off skills.

In the middle of the curve, coasting is used instead of braking, the longitudinal force of the tires is converted into lateral force, and the car body cuts through the curve with a shorter arc.

When a normal driver tries to show off by drifting, their lap time will definitely drop.

Chen Lang turned drifting into a cornering strategy that is shorter, faster, and saves more distance than gripping the ground and following the cornering line.

Paul worked as a vehicle engineer for twelve years and saw top professional drivers from all continents test the U9.

No one did it on the first day, the third lap, on a mixed road surface that was half dry and half wet.

He picked up the electronic pen, crossed out the previous writing in the blank space of the driver assessment, and wrote a new line.

This is beyond the scope of the evaluation system.

Chen Lang's voice came through the communication channel.

"Paul, add more water. Water the whole area."

The comments section of the live stream was completely flooded the moment the drift ended.

[Holy crap?! What angle is that?! The car is sliding sideways in the bend!]

[He dragged two black tracks across half the road!]

My hands were shaking, I took three screenshots. It was too fast to see clearly.

The car is sideways! People sitting inside are completely unaffected! The steering wheel moves, but the movement is so small it's like kneading dough!

[They were just saying they were patrolling the park at 40 yards, and it's only been a few minutes???]

[First lap: strolling; second lap: clinging to the apex of the corners; third lap: drifting on the wet tracks. Does he use a different driving style every lap?]

Wait, I watched the replay again. His drift wasn't a typical fishtail—the front of the car was always pointing towards the exit, and the car glided horizontally across it.

Can someone explain this to us? Is this the same as drifting in rally racing?

[They're different. Rally cars use rear-wheel drive or four-wheel drive with the differential locked, relying on inertia to propel them forward. The U9, on the other hand, has four independently driven motors, each controlling its own wheels. It's essentially operating four independent engines simultaneously.]

[Each of the four wheels does its own thing... so is its brain a quad-core processor?]

[Did you see Paul's face? I got a screenshot. His mouth is open.]

The engineer initially said this person needed three days of training. On the third round, the engineer himself learned a lesson.

[Brother Lang, please tell me you secretly practiced before. Don't tell me this is your first time driving this car.]

Su Niannian braced herself against the guardrail with both hands.

His knees bent slightly, and his waist bent backward.

She looked up at the sky and let out a muffled growl.

"What is he doing? What is he doing!"

Bai Weiwei had already put her paper cup down.

She covered her mouth with both hands, her hair, blown by the wind, clung to her cheeks.

Gu Qingshang stood still, the hem of his trench coat being lifted by the gust of air from the wake.

She didn't say anything, but simply folded the venue fee receipt from her handbag and put it back in her pocket.

Worth it.

Shen Qingci closed his laptop.

The screen dimmed.

She leaned back in her chair, her thumb rubbing the strip of cloth holding the sandalwood prayer beads on her wrist.

Outside the window, the U9 passed through the mist left by the water truck.

The tail fin cuts through the airflow.

Two drift tire tracks on the road surface meandered to the exit of the bend.

That night under the grape trellis, he said he would come back safely.

Looking at the car that was effortlessly maneuvering on the edge of its limits, Shen Qingci tilted her head back slightly and loosened her grip on the cloth strip.

U9 returned to the starting area.

It stopped steadily on the marked line.

The engine quieted down, and the cooling fans for the four motors hummed.

The car door was not opened.

A few seconds later, Chen Lang's voice came through the communication channel.

"Have you watered it enough?"

Paul glanced at the water truck's inventory.

"Two-thirds remain."

"Pour it all up."

"Full frame?"

"Full width, more. I want a layer of water one to two centimeters thick on the road surface."

Paul gripped the electronic pen tightly.

"With just one to two centimeters of standing water, tires will completely lose contact with the road surface."

"That's called skipping on water, not driving."

Chen Lang's tone was flat and even.

"On the day of the torrential rain at Jiuquwan, the estimated depth of the water accumulation on the outer side of Bend 6 was three centimeters."

"I need to know if the four motors can respond quickly enough for me once I step on the pedal."

Paul held the walkie-talkie.

My thumb was pressed on the call button, but I couldn't press it for a long time.

He turned to look at Zhou Mingyuan.

Zhou Mingyuan shrugged.

"His venue, his car, his license."

Paul pressed the call button.

"The water trucks filled the entire area with water, ensuring full coverage."

The nozzle is fully open.

Water jets swept across both sides of the track simultaneously.

The asphalt road surface was quickly covered by a film of water, and puddles formed in low-lying areas.

The sunlight shone on the water, creating a dazzling grayish-white reflection.

[Is he crazy? He was already half-wet earlier, and now he's completely submerged?]

[Isn't this just a swimming pool with a white line added?]

[The Nine Bends Rain Battle Simulation is here; this is the real test.]

[Look closely, the reflection from the water completely obscures the road markings. Just as he analyzed before—road markings disappear during heavy rain.]

So what he's testing now isn't driving skills, but whether he can find his way in the water by feel?

The start light switched on again.

The moment the U9 surged forward, its front wheels crushed the water's surface.

Two white water curtains burst open from both sides of the vehicle body, tearing backward along the body lines.

The suspended ball is raised and shot from above.

The silver-gray front of the car cleaved through the water, leaving spray on its wings as it rushed toward the first bend.

160 km/h.

It was almost 100 kilometers slower than on dry and semi-wet roads.

But Paul stared at the data on the screen, his shirt soaked with sweat.

"He is using the cloud-carriage suspension for dynamic load transfer."

Paul brought up the real-time suspension travel data to the main screen.

The compression of the four suspensions was constantly fluctuating.

The refresh rate is so fast that the naked eye can't keep up with it.

Before entering a corner, the outer suspension actively compresses, putting more weight on the outer tire.

The tires bear a greater vertical load, which enhances their ability to dissipate water, and the tread is forced to "squeeze" itself out of the water film and onto the ground.

"He's using the weight of the car to drain water from the tires."

Paul's electronic pen swept across the screen, circling the relationship between suspension compression and tire contact area.

"He's using the Cloud Carriage system's active suspension like a water pump."

"He shifts the weight of the car onto whichever tire needs more grip."

"Raise the suspension on the other side to reduce the load and allow the tires on that side to slip on their own."

"The slipping tires provide lateral force to maintain the drift angle, while the stuck tires provide longitudinal force to maintain speed."

Paul placed his hands on the monitor.

"Four motor tubes for torque direction, four suspension tubes for weight distribution."

"Eight variables, operating simultaneously."

He swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the screen.

"I designed a vehicle testing program over fifteen years."

"There has never been a subject that requires drivers to control eight independent variables simultaneously."

On the track, the U9 veered into the third corner.

This time the floodwaters are even deeper.

The water spray from the rear of the car was half a person high.

The silver-gray car body was submerged in water and white smoke.

Only the red light from the taillights pierced through the mist.

In the middle of the curve, the car's yaw angle increased to 58 degrees.

The veins on the back of Paul's hand bulged.

If the angle were five degrees higher, the rear wheels would be completely out of control.

The vehicle will immediately enter an irreversible, deadly spinning motion.

The data was fluctuating wildly.

The right front suspension compressed forty millimeters in 0.1 seconds.

The vehicle's center of gravity shifted sharply to the right and forward.

The right front wheel instantly gained an extra 200 kilograms of vertical load, the tire tread squeezed through the water, and gripped the road surface tightly.

The body yaw angle came to an abrupt end at 58 degrees.

Then, precise recycling.

Fifty.

45.

thirty.

Exiting the bend.

Return to the right direction.

Water droplets fell back onto the road.

The U9 shook off the water droplets on its body and roared as it rushed down the next straight section of road.

Su Niannian squatted behind the guardrail, holding her head in her hands.

"I'm not watching anymore."

Her voice was muffled in her arms.

"My heart can't take it if I keep looking at this."

Two seconds later, she looked up again.

"Take one more look."

Ye Xingyu stood beside the construction vehicle, twisting her sleeves with both hands, her lips pressed together until they turned white.

"Is he... always drifting this dangerously?"

Paul didn't turn his head.

"For him, this is not a danger."

He pointed to the heart rate curve on the screen.

"His heart rate has not exceeded 72 since he got on the bus."

Ye Xingyu looked at the screen.

The line was smooth and moved at a constant speed.

The car was sliding sideways in the water outside, and the water was splashing over the roof of the car.

The heart rate of the person sitting inside is no different from that of someone sleeping.

Paul said eight variables operate simultaneously?? I get flustered even starting a manual transmission car uphill.

They use four motors as reins and four suspension rods as weights. Eight lines in total, pulling the car to dance on the water.

Now I understand why he drove 40 km/h on the first lap. He wasn't memorizing the track; he was testing each corner to see if the eight tracks were obedient enough.

So those who mocked him for driving slowly in the first lap were completely outmatched.

Paul looks at the data, we look at the splash. But the conclusion is the same—this person is abnormal.

[Heart rate 72. 72! Is he driving or sleeping???]

[Xiao Yunlong brushed the dry ground thirty-seven times, while Lang Ge finished tuning the car after just four laps in the water. How can you even compete like that?]

Don't ask anymore. The answer is written all over Paul's face.

The fourth lap has ended.

U9 returned to the starting area.

The car body was covered in water, and water from the wheel arches dripped down through the gaps.

The communication channel was silent for a few seconds.

Chen Lang's voice came out, carrying a hint of laziness.

"Paul."

"……I am here."

"Does your three-day training plan still need to go through the formalities?"

Paul stared at the data on the tablet.

The eight curves are arranged neatly.

The progress in each lap was so precise it was as if it had been pre-programmed.

He turned off the screen and tucked the tablet back into his arm.

"No need."

He turned and walked toward the data vehicle, then paused for a moment.

"Mr. Chen."

"Um?"

"The match the day after tomorrow."

Paul opened the car door.

"If it rains, Xiao Yunlong will lose."

He paused.

"It's not because he's not fast enough."

"It's because he doesn't know that this car has become a different car in your hands."

Chen Lang loosened his seatbelt.

Take off your helmet.

Her loose hair, damp with sweat, fell casually across her forehead.

He leaned back in his seat, one hand on the steering wheel.

"Please thank you for the car."

He tapped the leather surface with his knuckles.

"She's quite obedient."