Chapter 369 Racing with Shangyu

Chapter 369 Racing with Shangyu

Li Qiao looked at the RX7 sports car with slightly scorching eyes.

But why seven?

She looked away from the sports car, and Shang Yu was already walking slowly on long legs by the side of the track, which was as bright as day.

The man's shoulders were covered with the frosty white of the lamp effect, and his figure against the light was tall and straight.

There was a strange feeling in Li Qiao's heart, and she brushed away the broken hair that was blown by the breeze on her forehead, and walked towards him.

Shang Yu stood in front of her with one hand in his trouser pocket, put his palm on the top of her head and rubbed it, his voice was magnetic and deep, "Busy today?"

Li Qiao raised her head, met his eyes, glanced at the RX7 sports car out of the corner of her eye, pulled his finger down and grabbed it, "Well, I'm a little busy, where are there so many cars?"

The RX7 sports car is a dedicated racing car, and there are rarely so many of them except for top-level races.

The man's deep eyes fell on her face, and his thin lips raised a slight arc, "Do you want to run around?"

Li Qiao opened her eyelids abruptly, with a look of eagerness in her eyes, "Together?"

"Yes." Shang Yu pressed the corner of his lower lip, raised his eyebrows, and answered her indulgently.

The three assistants standing on the side looked at each other in blank dismay, including the other two bodyguards, who also looked bewildered.

Didn't Master Yan say that seven cars should go on the track together?

Why suddenly they ran away alone.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked near the seven cars side by side. The man held her hand and said in a deep voice, "Which one to choose?"

The seven cars have different colors, and the middle one is aqua blue.

Without any hesitation, Li Qiao looked up at the RX7 in the middle and said, "This one."

Shang Yu pursed his lips, let go of her hand, and the two got into the car respectively.

Next to the water-blue RX7, a black model of the same model is parked.

After getting in the car, Li Qiao lowered the window, fastened her seat belt, and turned her head to look out the window.

The window of the co-pilot next door was also slowly lowered.

This was the first time Li Qiao saw Shang Yu driving in person.

She rolled her throat, unable to look away.

The collar of the man's black shirt was slightly open, and from a short distance, one could even see his long legs nestled in the driver's seat aggrievedly.

Although there are no cheerleaders to help out, the tension in front of the car has unknowingly lingered around the track.

Shang Yu held the steering wheel with one hand and the handrail with the other, turned his head to look over, and whispered, "Safety first."

Li Qiao rested her arms on the car door, and slid her palm along the steering wheel, "You too."

After the words were over, they raised the windows of each other, Li Qiao adjusted the manual transmission, and briefly looked at the dashboard.

The standard RX7 sports car is driven by FR, with a five-speed manual transmission and a rotary engine with 280 horsepower.

Li Qiao stared at the track outside, and looked at the next door through the car window. They both honked their horns at the same time. Three seconds later, two cars, one black and one blue, sped out.

It is said to be a racing car, but Li Qiao's speed is comparable to that of a racing car.

The international racing track is 5.41 kilometers long, with seven left turns and seven right turns, and the straight slope is nearly a kilometer.

At the first bend, two cars arrived one after the other.

Li Qiao's eyes lit up, and as she approached the curve, she slammed down the hand gear, stepped on the brakes, turned the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator at the moment of turning, the angle formed by the front of the car and the body of the car, With a perfect drift arc, he bypassed the curve in a blink of an eye.

And the black sports car behind her drifted side by side with her in the same posture, and white smoke rose from the ground due to friction.

The sound of the car driving through the wind and the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground can be heard endlessly on the track.

Liu Yun and others in the distance watched with enthusiasm, and the excessive speed made them only see two phantoms shuttle back and forth on the track.

Li Qiao's driving skills are superb, and so is Shang Yu.

The two cars are either in front or behind, you come and go, and occasionally Li Qiao will go around to the front of the black car to block the route.

But the man will always find an angle to break through her defense and overtake.

Drag racing is probably a kind of extreme speed that combines body and mind.

Although Li Qiao and Shang Yu seemed to be competing, there was obviously some interesting play between the two cars.

As the track reached the fifth bend, Li Qiao's blue car suddenly accelerated.

Overtaking the black car in front at an absolute speed, just as Liu Yun and the others held their breaths, they saw the blue car drifting through the curve, and after a harsh friction sound, the blue car forcibly turned around and started to go backwards.

The other two bodyguards looked dumbfounded.

Forcibly changing positions on the track, if you don't have real skills, it's easy to overturn.

At this time, Li Qiao was driving backwards, and in front of the car was Shang Yu in the cab.

She was in the front and he was in the back, using such driving skills to block the possibility of the black car leaping forward.

In the carriage, Li Qiao and Shang Yu had the same posture.

The two of them were clearly racing at a high speed, but they were both holding the steering wheel and the hand gear with one hand, their eyes were bright, and their relaxed posture did not reveal the tension of the racing car at all.

Seeing that she had reached the straight ramp, Li Qiao stepped back and accelerated, stepping on the clutch, stepping on the brake, stepping on the accelerator, and slamming the steering wheel, all in one go.

In the blink of an eye, the front of her car returned to the right position, and she rode Juechen up the ramp at high speed.

When the track approached the end, the two cars still did not slow down.

The distance between the cars that were originally one in front of the other quickly shortened the distance and turned into driving side by side.

White smoke billowed in the distance, and under the bright searchlights, two black and blue cars were approaching in an instant.

In a blink of an eye, the car body stopped in the middle of five other cars, one on the left and one on the right.

The rear of the car was still smoking, and the two cars just returned to their original positions impartially.

Liu Yun looked down at the stopwatch on his phone, and bumped into Mochizuki, who was confused. After all, he was not a professional timer, and the time display would not be as accurate as that of a race.

But the speed of one minute and nineteen seconds is shocking enough.

Because of the previous qualifying race, the fastest lap time was 1 minute and 14 seconds.

What surprised them was not Shang Yu's driving skills, but Li Qiao's proficiency in racing.

How did Ms. Li achieve this kind of control that requires long-term training?

Even at a certain corner just now, they saw with their own eyes that the blue RX7 completed the turn in an instant with the technology of single-sided wheel grip drift.

This kind of control of the body and the grip of the road, if not a professional racing driver, ordinary people dare not try it at all.

Not long after, the doors of the two cars opened one after another.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu leaned forward. After a special racing competition, the two still looked calm and relaxed.

The man pursed his thin lips, slammed the car door and walked straight towards Li Qiao.

The little girl was about to say a word of praise when her arms tightened and she was pulled into his arms.

"Why... um..."

Before he finished speaking, Shang Yu put one hand around her waist and the other hand on the back of her head, ignoring the "spectators" next to her, bowed his head and kissed her deeply.

Li Qiao's red lips were caught off guard, and she subconsciously wanted to back away.

Just because there were five pairs of eyes beside her, and such an intimate matter, she was inevitably a little shy in public.