Outright Favoritism Chapter 369: : Heshangyu racing car

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Li Qiao stared at the RX7 sports car, her eyes shining slightly.

But why are there seven?

She looked away from the sports car. By the side of the track, which was as bright as daylight, Shang Yu had already walked slowly with long legs.

The man's shoulders are covered with light-effect frosty white, and his backlit figure is tall and straight.

Li Qiao's heart was a little strange, she pulled away the broken hair that was tossed by the breeze in front of her forehead, and walked toward him.

Shang Yu stood in front of her with his trouser pocket in one hand, and rubbed his palm on top of her head. His voice was magnetic and low, "I'm busy today?"

Li Qiao raised her head and faced his eyes. Yu Guang glanced at the RX7 sports car, pulled down his fingers and grabbed it, "Well, it's a bit busy, where are so many cars?"

The RX7 sports car is a special-purpose racing car, except for top races, there are rarely so many cars.

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

Li Qiao opened her eyelids abruptly, her eyes eager to try, "Are you together?"

"Yes." Shang Yu pressed the corners of his lower lips and raised his eyebrows, responding to her in a conniving tone.

The three assistants standing on the side looked at each other, including the other two bodyguards with a dazed expression.

Didn’t Yan Ye say that seven cars should be on the track together?

Why suddenly they both ran away alone.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked to the seven cars side by side, and the man held her hand with a strong voice, "Which one to choose?"

The seven cars are of different colors, the middle one is aqua blue.

Li Qiao barely hesitated, and raised her head to the RX7 in the middle: "This is it."

Shang Yu hooked her lips, let go of her hand, and the two got into the car separately.

Next to the aqua-blue RX7, there is a black car of the same model parked.

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 also slowly lowered.

This is the first time Li Qiao has seen Shang Yu driving in person.

She rolled her throat, a little unable to look away.

The neckline of the man's black shirt is slightly open, and a short distance away, he can even see his long legs in the driver's seat aggrievedly.

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

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

Li Qiao put his arms on the car door? His palms slid along the steering wheel, "The same is true for you."

After that, they raised the windows to each other? Li Qiao adjusted the manual gear? Simply looked at the dashboard.

The standard RX7 sports car? FR drive, with a five-speed manual transmission, with a rotor engine with 280 horsepower.

Li Qiao stared at the outside track? Looked at the next door through the window? The two honked their horns at the same time. Three seconds later, two cars, one black and one blue, galloped out.

Said it is a racing car? But Li Qiao's speed is comparable to drag racing.

One lap of the international racing circuit is 5.41 kilometers. There are seven left turns and seven right turns on the straight ramp for nearly one kilometer.

The first curve? Two cars arrived one after the other.

Li Qiao’s eyes shined? As she approached the corner? She suddenly pulled down the handpiece, stepped on the brakes, hit the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator at the moment of turning. The angle drew a perfect arc of drift, and went around the curve in a blink of an eye.

And the black sports car behind? Drifting side by side with her in the same posture? White smoke also appeared on the ground due to friction.

The whistling of the wind and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground are endless on the track.

Liuyun and others in the distance watched with enthusiasm, and the excessively fast speed made them only see two phantoms shuttled back and forth on the track.

Li Qiao's car skills are superb? Shang Yu is no exception.

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

But men always find corners to break through her defenses and overtake.

Motor racing is probably a kind of speedy pleasure that unites body and mind.

Although Li Qiao and Shang Yu seem to be competing, there is obviously a bit of fun between the two cars.

As the track reached the fifth corner, Li Qiao’s blue car suddenly accelerated.

It passed the black car in front at an absolute speed. Just as Liuyun and the others were holding their breath, they saw the blue car drifting through the corner. After a harsh rubbing sound, the blue car forced a turn around. Go backwards.

The other two bodyguards looked silly.

Forced to change positions on the track. If the **** doesn't have real skills, it's easy to overturn the car.

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

She was in front and he was behind. With such driving skills, he blocked the possibility of the black car jumping forward.

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

The two are obviously racing at the top speed, but they are holding the steering wheel and the hand block with one hand, their eyes are piercing, and the cozy posture does not show the tension of the car at all.

Seeing that he reached the straight ramp, Li Qiao retreated for a while to accelerate, stepped on the clutch, brakes, accelerator, and slammed the steering wheel, all in one go.

In the blink of an eye, the front of her car returned to the right position, and Yiqi Juechen quickly climbed the ramp.

As the track neared the end, the two cars still did not slow down.

The original distance between cars was shortened and turned into side-by-side driving.

White smoke billowed in the distance, and under the bright searchlights, two black and blue cars had to be in front of them for a while.

In a flash, the body stopped in the middle of the other five cars.

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

Liuyun looked down at the mobile phone stopwatch, and hit Mochizuki in a daze. After all, it is not a professional timer, and the time display will not be as accurate as the event.

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

Because of the previous qualifying, the fastest lap time was one minute and fourteen seconds.

They were surprised not by Shang Yu's car skills, but by Li Qiao's proficiency in racing.

How did Miss Li achieve this kind of control that requires a long time of training?

Even just now at a certain corner, they saw with their own eyes the blue RX7 drifting with one-sided wheel grip to complete the turn in an instant.

This kind of control over the body and the grip of the ground, if it is not a professional racer, ordinary people would not dare to try.

In a short while, the doors of the two cars opened one after another.

Li Qiao and Shang Yu leaned forward, and the two of them had gone through an extraordinary racing game, and they 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 compliment, and when her arms were tight, she was dragged to his arms.

"How... uh..."

Before speaking, Shang Yu wrapped her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other hand, ignoring the several ‘audience’ next to him, and bowed his head and kissed her deeply.

Li Qiao caught her red lips unexpectedly, and subconsciously wanted to back off.

Just because there are five pairs of eyes next to her, and such an intimate thing, she will inevitably feel a little embarrassed in the public.