"Poof," everyone was fine, but Brother Dao on the side couldn't hold back his cough, and he had begun to sympathize with the other party now.

Ding Lei looked like he was in a hurry, and he taught some basic operations to political discipline.

"Come and bet, the minutes and the king of the car racing, hurry up," the news of the two to race soon spread to every corner of the scene, one is the big star of the crowd, the other is the king of the car industry, the duel between the two has aroused the interest of many people.

"I cast 10,000 car kings"

"I also invested 50,000 yuan in the car!"

Facts have proved that in terms of racing, the prestige of the car king is much higher than that of Zhengji, except for Ding Lei and a few other companions who voted for Zhengji, only a few female fans of Zhengji voted for him.

An Aston Martin, a modified sports car, slowly stopped at the starting line, and a young woman stood in the center of the front of the two cars, waving the flag in her hand in a similar manner, and her eyes stayed on the face of Masaki in the sports car.

Zhengji put one hand on the steering wheel, not much nervous, and even smiled at Song Liang, while Xu Kaiwen in the other car also leaned on the seat with a cigarette in his mouth, as if the upcoming game was completely unchallenged, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Who do you think will win?" someone looked at the appearance of the two and couldn't help but exchange words.

"Then you still need to ask, Masaki may be good at singing, but he is not a professional racing driver, how can he compare with the king of cars in racing?" someone said directly.

"It must be the king of the car, maybe the car of the king of the car is not as expensive as the political discipline, but I have seen the king of the car modified, with the addition of "material"! "Nitrogen!" "Absolutely crush the car in terms of degree" whispered to someone who had understood.

"Rules, no malicious collision with the other party, whoever runs the whole distance in the shortest time first, is counted first," the girl shouted coquettishly, then said almost something into the walkie-talkie, and slowly raised the flag.

"Come on, Masaji!" "Masaki must win!" Many girls around him began to cheer for Masaki.

"Ready!" the girl's voice shouted, and the doors of the two cars slammed, and the maximum horsepower was at the touch of a button!

"Go!" With the girl's order, the tires of the two cars rubbed a burst of pitch-black rubber on the ground, and they rushed out like rockets.

"The start is that the car god is completely ahead of the body! Political discipline is backward!" a commentator shouted loudly.

After all, Masaki is a novice, and he is not very familiar with the condition and performance of the vehicle, so it is not surprising that he pulled down a body as soon as he started, but he was not in a hurry, and followed behind the other party steadily and steadily.

Feeling the roar of the sports car and the vibration of the body with the smell of gasoline, a slightly excited look finally appeared on the face of Masaki in the car, and he finally understood why so many people have a soft spot for sports cars, which is worthy of a man's sport, a sport that can stimulate hormones!

"Straight-line distance! The next straight-line distance is Aston Martin of the political discipline! It is worthy of running at the level of tens of millions, and the performance in the straight line is very strong! The distance between him and the car king is close! Half a parking space! Neck and neck!" The narrator stood on the top of the hill and watched this scene with a telescope, and spoke passionately to the walkie-talkie, and people were excited to hear it.

"In this game, Masaki lost the game," someone said.

"Why?"

"There are very few straight-line distances on Pinggu Avenue, most of them are curves, and there are more chain curves, Zhengji is a novice at a glance, and the straight-line distance may be able to recover a little bit by the performance of the car, but in the corners, there is Xu Kaiwen's world," a man who seemed to know very well said, enjoying the adoring eyes of the girls around him.

And at this moment, as the protagonist of the talk, Zhengji, really encountered the problem they said, although he received similar training in extreme driving in Zenxi Temple, but he is not a professional racing athlete after all, let alone Xu Kaiwen, who makes a living from this, he may only regard this as a temporary hobby, but after all, people are used as a tool for survival!

Facing the continuous curves, the car in front of him drifted elegantly, but Zhengji was helpless, although he knew a little, but he was very jerky and stiff, and even almost floated out a few times, and soon, Xu Kaiwen's car was getting farther and farther in front of him.

"The next winding mountain series of curves! Masaki is really a lot behind! If it goes on like this, it seems that the king of the car has the ticket to victory!" A commentator said loudly, and his tone couldn't help but carry some regret.

"No, that's not right! Masaki's car has been added! What is he going to do! There is a sharp turn in front of him, and it is not reduced at all?!" Suddenly, the voice of the narrator became high, as if he had seen something most incredible, because in the line of sight of his telescope, Masaki suddenly added, it was completely the kind of straight-line distance that slammed on the accelerator, and did not care about any curve.

Masaki in the car, calmly looking at the chain of corners in front of him, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly an interesting idea came to mind, the accelerator continued to step, and the degree soared to an astonishing 2oo, if you press this corner, there is no doubt that it will definitely overturn, but is it possible?

With the roar of Aston Martin, it cut into the corner at a strange angle, as if violating the rules of mechanics, accompanied by a screeching sound of tires sliding and rubbing on the ground, and it passed like a cloud!

"Oh my God! What did I see? How did he do it? Didn't Masaki's car have a centripetal force?! How could there be such a way of cornering!" The narrator in the telescope looked at his incomprehensible cornering trajectory, and felt a fog in his mind, he had been engaged in this line of work for so long, he had never seen such a degree and such a way of turning, he didn't know how to operate Masaki sitting in the car, but he dared to guarantee that any person, in such a sharp curve with such a degree, would definitely overturn!

Zhengji in the car, a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he used the Vientiane Sky of the Reincarnation Eye to resist inertia cornering, maybe this is the most useless way for the Reincarnation Eye, but he didn't get nothing, at least he learned this is a more chicken driving method.

Xu Kaiwen, who was leading, had already put on a victory-like smile at the moment, Zhengji's performance was very vegetable, at least in his eyes, it was simply a budding newcomer, thinking that he had defeated a big star like Masaji, he also had a hint of joy in his heart, and suddenly, a light flashed on the reversing mirror, making his smile freeze on his face.

Aston Martin, who had already thrown almost no shadow, rushed up with an unparalleled pole, Xu Kaiwen felt a little messy, this one corner after another, with the opponent's technology, how could he catch up with himself in the corner?

With such a moment's hesitation, he almost drifted and rushed out, and it took a hurry to regain control of the vehicle, but Masaki took advantage of this momentary gap to pass him at a gallop.

"Wait! Oh my God, the Che King has been passed! It seems that the Che King has made a mistake just now! Masaki has passed him! There is still a kilometer to go before the finish line! Who will be the final winner?" the narrator shouted passionately.

"What?!" The expressions on the faces of the people at the end of the scene became beautiful, surprised, incredulous, excited and worried.

"This can't be, Zhengji is a singer, how can he outrun and win the car king! You must be wrong!"

"Oh yes! I knew Masani would be able to do it! He's my favorite idol!" a girl cheered when she heard the news.

"Little brother, it seems that your Mercedes-Benz is not guaranteed", Tang Duyun said with a wicked smile as he looked at Brother Dao, who was originally full of confidence.

As soon as the words fell, before the end of the road, there was a roar, and then the cool Aston Martin appeared in front of the finish line, Masaki sat in the cab with a smile and looked at the crowd in front of him, and even waved his hand freely, and more than ten meters behind him, another car belonging to the king of the car, was chasing with sparks and lightning all the way, and the straight line was a few points faster than Aston Martin.