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

Exit at Bend 2.

Muddy water, mixed with gravel, slammed heavily onto the left carbon fiber door of the U9, splashing mud everywhere.

The horizontal slider on the data panel rises sharply.

0.3 meters.

0.7 meters.

1.2 meters.

The blinding headlights swept across the outer carbon fiber guardrail. Beyond the guardrail, a vast expanse of dark woods stretched out, without a single buffer zone, the slope leading straight to the bottom of the cliff.

Inside the maintenance area, the sound of alarms pierced through the rain, blending together into a continuous chorus.

[Left rear wheel grip decreased]

The yaw angle continues to widen.

[Estimated collision time: 0.42 seconds]

Paul gripped the metal edge of the table tightly with his fingers, his breath caught in his throat, and the veins in his neck bulged out.

"The lateral thrust exceeds the model's maximum limit!"

"The rear of the car can't be brought back!"

Zhou Mingyuan gripped the track communicator tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"Rescue team, prepare—"

Before the words were even finished, the U9's steering wheel angle curve on the telemetry screen showed a steep zigzag.

Inside the cramped cockpit.

Chen Lang tensed his left arm muscles completely, exerted force with his wrist, and turned the steering wheel all the way to the floor. His right hand broke free of the steering wheel and accurately struck the cloud carriage control button, locking the right rear suspension immediately.

The pneumatic valve was depressurized. The right rear side of the vehicle body sagged by 28 millimeters.

A vertical load of 210 kilograms was forcefully pressed onto the right rear tire.

The torque of the right rear motor suddenly dropped to 12%, while the torque of the left front motor increased to 76%. The remaining two wheels completed the compensation ratio within four milliseconds.

The rapidly spinning rear of the car abruptly stopped its swinging motion. The black and silver body of the car, clinging to the muddy road, began to move horizontally.

Thirty centimeters.

ten centimeters.

Two centimeters.

The carbon fiber diffuser at the rear of the car slid past the metal fixing bolts on the guardrail.

The final distance measurement value popped up on the large screen.

2.7 millimeters.

Paul's mouth was half open, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but he couldn't utter a single word.

In the external tracking footage, the carbon fiber guardrail occupies most of the frame.

Rainwater squeezed through the gap between the vehicle and the guardrail, and a piece of leaf was caught in and crushed in two.

The tires crushed the mud, and the right rear wheel re-engaged with the asphalt road surface.

The four motors complete the second round of torque distribution.

The rear of the car was forcibly dragged back onto the track, its wide tires tearing through the water curtain and creating a muddy trail more than ten meters long.

The black and silver body cut out of Turn 2, the suspension was leveled again, and the front of the car was aligned with the entrance to Turn 3.

Zhou Mingyuan pulled his fingers away from the communicator, his palms covered in slippery, cold sweat.

"Two point seven millimeters off?"

The technician approached the laser ranging recording panel.

"The guardrail vibrates by 0.4 millimeters. Subtracting the amplitude, the minimum distance is 2.3 millimeters."

Paul slumped back into the folding chair, pulled off his glasses, and vigorously wiped the lenses with the corner of his shirt.

"Did he allow for guardrail vibration even when there was zero field of vision?"

No one answered.

The director then switched the main camera to the cockpit.

Chen Lang gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, glancing at the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye.

"Navigator Shen, was your heart rate over 80 just now?"

Shen Qingci kept her eyes glued to the data terminal. She swiped her finger across the screen, bringing up the physiological monitoring curves of the two individuals, and projected the page onto the central control screen.

"Seventy-six."

"good."

"If the lateral overload at Bend 3 is reduced to below 1.5G, I'll consider giving you a compliment."

Chen Lang pressed down on the ignition pedal with his foot.

How many points is a compliment worth?

"Zero points."

"That's not worth it."

"You can give up."

"Since we're already here..."

The official live stream channel simultaneously broadcast the conversation inside the car.

The comment section paused for half a second before a barrage of comments covered the screen.

[You were already praising each other because you were only 2.3 millimeters off?]

While others are checking their stopwatches while hiking, these two are also checking their heart rates.

[After navigating the perilous bend, navigator Shen assigned driver Chen additional homework.]

[Chen Lang: Can praise be converted into a bonus?]

Shen Qingci: No, I suggest you continue driving.

Is this a live racing broadcast or a rainy night duo show?

The Starry Guild account had just posted a few sarcastic messages when it was immediately flooded with screenshots of the 2.3mm distance measurement on the wall.

The red two-dot-three-millimeter marker occupies the core position of the main screen.

The host pressed hard on the earpiece, his voice hoarse.

"Turn 2 cleared!"

"U9 has not lost speed, and the segmented prediction is still shortening!"

"Turns 3 and 4 form a series of S-curves, and the car in front braked to correct its course when it passed through. Chen Lang just managed to save his vehicle from a lateral swerve, and he's going to accelerate again?"

The answer is provided by the vehicle data displayed at the edge of the screen.

The pedal travel is at its maximum, and the accelerator pedal is 100% open.

Shen Qingci swipes the terminal and cuts out the topographic map of Bend 3.

"Third from the left, cut inside."

"The mud and water at the apex of the bend is nine millimeters thick. After the front wheel passes through, the right fourth wheel immediately changes direction."

"Lateral overload target: 1.48G."

Chen Lang flicked the paddle shifter with his index finger.

"This number has both zeros and whole numbers."

"The margin for error for you."

"Not much."

"That's enough for you."

The black and silver car tore through the rain and plunged into Turn 3.

The left suspension was aerodynamically raised, and the right tire drove into the shallow water. The front of the car followed the apex of the curve, and the wide tires avoided the mud-covered shoulder.

The terminal countdown reached zero, and Shen Qingci spoke.

"Change direction".

The steering wheel quickly returned to center, and then it was turned to the right.

The body yaw angle has not yet returned to zero, but the torque distribution of the four wheels is already in place.

Using its remaining lateral momentum, the U9 glided into Turn 4, leaving two clear tire tracks running through the center line of the S-curve.

From an overhead view, the U9 only made one directional change on the connecting section between Turn 3 and Turn 4.

There were no unnecessary corrections.

The taillights remained off.

The track timing line is now lit up in green, indicating that you can proceed.

Lateral overload at turn 3: 1.47G

[New segment record for Turn 3]

[New segment record for Turn 4]

Chen Lang glanced at the central control screen.

"Below 1.5"

Shen Qingci raised her eyes.

"You drive alright."

"this one?"

"We'll finish this after the match."

"Keep accounts."

"Take it while you're still alive."

The comments section was flooded with messages.

She actually complimented her!

[His driving is alright, according to Navigator Shen's highest certification.]

Chen Lang broke two records, but only received four words in return.

[Don't rush me, the praise has already been recorded, you can only collect it after completing the race.]

The camera zooms out to the section ahead of the fourth turn.

The red Red Falcon GT3 and the silver-gray Silver Shark GT-R are side by side, separated by only one car length.

Lin Xiao held firm at the center line of the track, while the rear of the Red Falcon raced along the outer edge of the right-side drainage ditch.

Tang Rui drove the Silver Shark and forcibly cut into the outside line, intending to take advantage of the four-wheel drive grip to seize the entry point into Turn 5.

Two high-performance engines roared wildly, and wide tires kicked up a cloud of water mist, completely obscuring the view behind.

Meng Kai locked his gaze onto the vehicle's radar.

At the edge of the radar screen, a point of light is rushing forward at high speed.

"Car number four is approaching."

Lin Xiao glanced at the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye.

Deep within the thick fog, two blinding headlights tore through the rain curtain, their beams aimed directly at the rear of the Red Falcon, the distance between them rapidly decreasing at a rate of tens of meters per second.

"How could it be so fast?"

Meng Kai opened the real-time segmentation table, his lips parted, and he paused for two seconds.

"He owns the record for Turn 2."

"Turn 3 too."

"Turn 4 has just been updated."

Lin Xiao gripped the steering wheel cover tightly with both hands.

"He chased us all the way from the last starting line?"

"At the current speed, we will enter overtaking distance in 27 seconds."

Inside the Silver Shark cockpit, Tang Rui also heard the navigator's report.

Zhou Hang kept his eyes glued to the rear-view radar, his breathing coming through the microphone.

"The car behind was approaching at a speed of 72 kilometers per hour."

Which one?

"U9".

Tang Rui turned his head and stared at the rearview mirror.

The blinding headlights pierced through the mist kicked up by the silver shark, casting a halo of light onto the rear bumper.

"We just finished Turn 4."

"He's breaking records on every corner."

"What about the braking record?"

Zhou Hang slid to the bottom data bar, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"At turn two, the main brake pressure is now zero."

Tang Rui's hand, which was reaching for the paddle shifters, froze in mid-air.

Ahead, the Red Falcon is firmly blocking the center line.

Water flows back up the mountain wall on the left, silver sharks line up side by side on the right, and U9s close in from behind.

The three race cars are about to completely converge at the entrance to Turn 5.

Shen Qingci pushed the radar projection in front of Chen Lang.

"Red Falcon guards the center, Silver Shark presses down on the outside."

"Only one car width is left on the inside of Bend 5."

Chen Lang increased the pressure with his foot, and the front of the U9 continued to surge forward.

That's enough.

Shen Qingci turned a page of the road map, her gaze fixed on the narrow, muddy route.

"The inside is a drainage ditch."

"I know."

"The ditch is 26 centimeters wide."

"The wheels are wide enough."

On the track monitoring screen, the U9 broke through the water mist, only twelve meters away from the two professional race cars in front.

Shen Qingci pressed the communication button.

"Driver Chen."

"receive."

"Take Turn 5, prepare for three cars to drive side by side."