Seeing Shinnosuke Yoshimoto desperately refueling to increase his speed, Ning Yi couldn't help but sneer and shook his head, because - the maximum allowable cornering speed in the next corner is 200km/h!

And now, the Porsche driven by Shinnosuke Yoshimoto has exceeded 236km/h!

"Since you're wrong, it's time for me to perform!"

A sharp glint flashed in Ning Yi's eyes, and he also increased his speed slightly, causing McLaren to chase closely behind Shinnosuke Yoshimoto.

……

"Oops, how did you get pulled away again!"

"Just now, I almost let Ning Shao surpass it. ”

"It's a pity, Ning Shao should have added a little more oil just now. ”

"Ning Shao should have hit that little devil's car butt just now. ”

Seeing that Ning Yi was once again distanced by Basic Ryunosuke, Ran Ran and the others sighed.

Originally, after seeing Ning Yi gradually close the distance between him and Basic Ryunosuke in the second lap, they became excited one by one, and they couldn't help but feel that Ning Yi could win.

But now it seems that there is still a gap between Ning Yi and a real professional driver.

"Probably...... That Japanese guy just took it lightly, didn't he?"

He Minghao said with a look of regret.

"Tian Shao, is that so?"

Ran Ran looked at Tian Jiawen, who looked nervous, and asked.

"I ...... I don't know. ”

Tian Jiawen hesitated and shook his head.

"Huh?"

Hearing Tian Jiawen say that he didn't know, not only Ran Ranran, but even He Minghao and others looked at it curiously.

According to common sense, as a professional driver, Tian Jiawen should know the situation on the field best, either Ning Yi can surpass Shinnosuke Yoshimoto, or he can't surpass it, how can he come up with a result that he doesn't know?

"Because...... Ning Yi's strength is a little incomprehensible now. ”

Tian Jiawen explained with a wry smile.

"What!"

"You can't see through Ning Shao's strength?"

"Tian Shao, are you kidding?"

Hearing Tian Jiawen's words, He Minghao and the others were all stunned.

"Tian Shao, isn't Brother Ning Yi an amateur driver, how can you not see through his strength?"

Ran Ran asked.

"However, what Ning Shao is showing now doesn't look like an amateur driver at all!"

Tian Jiawen pointed to the yellow-orange McLaren in the surveillance screen and said: "Although it is not easy for me to judge what Ning Shao's current speed is from the picture, the time when Ning Shao passed the start and end line just now is certain, and he is now almost in the middle of the track......"

Tian Jiawen's face rose with excitement: "You can calculate, how long did it take Ning Shao to get there?"

"How much time did it take?"

Everyone was stunned and counted it all.

"Brother Ning Yi took 1 minute and 1 second!"

Ran Ran calculated it the fastest.

"But...... What does that mean?"

Yang Sichun still didn't understand, "Isn't it about the same time to run a lap?"

"No! Of course not!"

He Minghao was the first to understand, and shouted excitedly: "How can the speed of a lap be about the same!"

Seeing He Minghao's excited appearance, Ran Ranran was also excited, but she still didn't understand a little, and asked, "He Shao, what's going on, what does Brother Ning Yi's time mean?"

"It shows that he is much faster than when he ran the first lap just now!"

Wang Muye also reacted at this time and explained: "In the first lap, Ning Shao's time to complete this lap was 2 minutes and 16 seconds, while Yoshimoto Shinnosuke's time was 2 minutes and 11 seconds, but now it ......."

Before he finished his words, he was interrupted excitedly by Ran Ran: "Now Brother Ning Yi has run half a lap at a speed of 1 minute and 1 second, if he runs the whole lap, it should take about 2 minutes!"

In other words, it was almost ...... shorter than when it was on the first lap 16 seconds?!"

Yang Sichun almost screamed at the end.

This increase is simply terrifying.

"Yes, Ning Shao's speed has increased, and it has increased significantly!"

Tian Jiawen muttered, his eyes full of expectations for Ning Yi's next performance.

The same is true for Ran Ranran, although Ning Yi still belongs to the chasing side in the picture, but at this time they are full of hope for Ning Yi again.

……

"Haha, everyone, look, Yoshimoto-kun has once again distanced himself from that Chinese man!"

"I said it a long time ago, Yoshimoto-kun is just deliberately playing that Chinese man. ”

"That's right, don't worry about Yoshimoto-kun, soon Yoshimoto-kun will be able to return victorious. ”

"I'll say okay first, I'll be the first to sit in when Yoshimoto-kun wins back that Lamborghini poison. ”

"Why, according to seniority......"

Unlike Ran Ranran's side, who was full of expectations for Ning Yi, Shinnosuke Yoshimoto's teammates all had expressions that were really like this after seeing Ning Yi being thrown away again.

Although they are also professional racing drivers, unlike Tian Jiawen, they did not attach importance to this race, and regarded it purely as a joke, so they did not notice the slightest increase in Ning Yi's speed.

However, after a few seconds, their laughter suddenly disappeared, and their eyes widened in horror—

"What, how is that possible!"

"Amaterasu, there's something wrong with my eyes!"

"This ...... Am I dreaming?"

"Can anyone tell me what I just saw!"

Shinnosuke Yoshimoto's teammates all opened their mouths wide and looked at the real-time monitoring screen in disbelief.

In the picture, I saw the yellow-orange McLaren drifting in a chic way at the corner, leaving the purple Porsche behind in an instant!

"Yoshimoto-kun, too...... Is it deliberate?"

Seeing the scene of Ning Yi overtaking, Shinnosuke Yoshimoto's teammates looked at each other and couldn't say a word.

……

"It's over, it's overtaken! Brother Ning Yi overtook that Japanese person!"

When he saw the McLaren driven by Ning Yi drifting and pressing Shinnosuke Yoshimoto behind him, Ran Ran jumped and jumped excitedly, and her pretty face was full of crystal tears.

", Ning Yi is awesome!"

He Minghao's face was also flushed with excitement, and he waved his fists fiercely and roared.

"Ning Shao is mighty!"

Wang Muye and the others also cheered.

Tian Jiawen was especially serious, his clenched fists had already turned white knuckles due to excessive force, and his eyes were filled with tears at some point.

Although it is not himself who surpasses Shinnosuke Yoshimoto, but that McLaren is his car, which means that as long as he continues to work his driving skills, then he can surpass Shinnosuke Yoshimoto with the ability of this car!

At the same time as he was excited, Tian Jiawen was also full of curiosity about Ning Yi.

"What is the origin of this Ning Yi, his driving skills are so high, even professional racing drivers are not his opponents?"

……

Whether it is the excitement of Ran Ranran and others, or the shock of his teammates, it is undoubtedly Shinnosuke Yoshimoto himself who is the most difficult to accept this result in the field.

"How so, how is this going to be?"

Shinnosuke Yoshimoto followed Ning Yi deadly, but his eyes had long lost the confidence he had before the game.

Just before turning the corner, he realized that his speed was a little over, so he quickly stepped on the brakes and tried to make the car go around a big bend to increase the time to slow down, but in such a short period of time, Ning Yi instantly overtook him!

"No, it must have been an accident just now, not my real performance of strength!"

Shinnosuke Yoshimoto never believed that he would lose to an amateur and forcibly found a reason for himself.

"As long as I keep my level, it's easy to surpass it again!"

Thinking about it like this, Shinnosuke Yoshimoto suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

However, as soon as the thought came to him, he noticed that after just two corners, the rear end of the McLaren seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.

"It can't be!"

Seeing this scene, Shinnosuke Yoshimoto's eyes widened.

"I didn't make any mistakes in the handling of the bend or out of the corner just now, and the performance of our two cars is not comparable, unless the Chinese man's driving skills are far superior to me, he will not be able to distance himself from me!"

"But it's impossible!"

Shinnosuke Yoshimoto couldn't understand why he was getting farther and farther away from Ning Yi.

But no matter how much he couldn't accept it in his heart, the reality was that he was already getting more and more behind Ning Yi.

"No...... I'm not going to let you outdo me like that, and I'm not going to accept this outcome!"

Seeing that after Ning Yi passed a corner, the distance between him and himself was narrowed again, and Shinnosuke Yoshimoto's face suddenly became hideous.

Just thinking about the situation when he got off the track and was despised by his teammates, Shinnosuke Yoshimoto's heart felt as if someone had stabbed him.

It just so happened that it was a long-distance straight course, and Shinnosuke Yoshimoto suddenly had a crazy thought in his mind: "Bump him!

"Knock him off the track so he never dares to touch the car again!"

"Let him get into a car accident and you'll be scared at the mention of racing!"

"Yes, just do it, hit him!"

With this thought, Shinnosuke Yoshimoto couldn't suppress it anymore and pressed the accelerator pedal deeply with his right foot!

Airplanes~~~

The purple Porsche let out a frantic roar, with a cold aura that seemed to come from hell, and quickly closed the gap with McLaren.

"You pig, let me die!"