"Bai Ling, your friend is a bit interesting."

It was not only Uncle Li who was surprised, but even Bai Ling was also surprised, when Meng Yi drifted through the corner just now, she was watching it with her own eyes. Before entering the corner, Meng Yi's car speed increased sharply, and when he approached the curve for about ten meters, he seemed to have calculated many numbers such as mechanics, aerodynamics, and inertia distance, and threw out a beautiful drift comparable to perfection with great precision.

It's not at all like a first-time runner who can run a trail.

"It's a pity ......" The surprise continued, Bai Ling couldn't help but sigh again, after all, Meng Yi drove too badly, if he could have a good car, maybe he could really compete with Li Xiong.

The starting point, Second Uncle Li's side.

Just after ten large computer screens broadcast the scene of Meng Yi's Santana 2000 drifting and overtaking decisively, the place was almost boiling.

"I'm not dazzled, am I? That broken Santana drifted? Actually overtaking? ”

"Such a broken car can actually drift......"

The Santana 2000, which was originally the most inconspicuous and was regarded as a joke, has now become one of the most watched vehicles in the whole race.

Second Uncle Li seemed to see a business opportunity, and after calling Uncle Li to discuss it, he said loudly with a smile: "If anyone wants to bet on that Santana 2000, you can bet now and give you five minutes." ”

Some gamblers heard this and became interested. If you have money and don't make a bastard, that Santana 2000 can run out of such a windy drift with the spirit of the king, which shows that the driving skills are very good, and there may be the possibility of counterattack in the end.

As a result, people began to take out their wallets to replenish their bets. It's just that they don't bet much, after all, it's the same as buying a lottery ticket, one is to buy mood, and the other is to buy luck.

They are more willing to trust Li Xiong's Porsche Boxster than the Santana 2000.

Upstairs on Mochizuki, Uncle Li looked at those who placed bets with a telescope and said with a smile: "It seems that there are still many people who are optimistic about your friend." ”

Bai Ling suddenly put down the binoculars and said, "Uncle Li, I also want to bet." ”

"You're going down too?" Uncle Li looked at her in amazement.

"Hmm." Bai Ling nodded firmly, then took out a bank card and said, "I also bet 20,000 yuan." ”

"Charge Li Xiong?" Uncle Li shook his head and said: "The normal betting time has passed, and now it's just a gimmick made by your second uncle Li, if you want to make a profit, you can only bet on your friend." ”

"I'm betting on Meng Yi, not on Li Xiong." Bai Ling handed over the bank card and said with a serious face.

Meng Yi was brought by her, and in the entire Qimeng Mountain, she was the only one who was his friend. As a friend, I naturally want to support it.

Uncle Li shook his head with a disapproving face and said, "20,000 yuan are bet on that kid surnamed Meng?" Although that kid did a good job of drifting just now, there is a gap between him and Li Xiong after all, and your 20,000 yuan bet on him is tantamount to a waste. ”

"It doesn't matter, in order to support Tie Nan before, didn't Li Xiong also know that he would lose or still support it? Meng Yi is my friend, if I don't support it, wouldn't it be too uninteresting? Bai Ling said seriously.

"Hehe, you girl." Uncle Li said that he couldn't help her, so he could only let her, "Na, this is what you want to bet on, but it's not Uncle Li and I fool you into betting, and your father will ask about it in the future, but it has nothing to do with me." ”

Bai Ling grinned: "My dad won't know." ”

"Well, okay, I'll raise you." Uncle Li took the bank card and immediately went to the office desk to make a deposit.

On the track, nine participating cars are still competing for the first place.

At this time, Li Xiong's white Porsche Boxster was running at the front, and a Mercedes-Benz 200 was running in second place. There were four or five cars in the third and fourth places that remained at a similar level.

This early route is not enough to see the gap in everyone's level. As long as the performance of the car is good, it can run well in the front section.

Chevrolet, who finished last on the entire trail race, was overtaken by the Santana 2000 and gradually stopped seeing the car in front of him.

Obviously, the car in front of him threw him far away. Even the ghostly tattered Santana 2000 was beyond his reach.

In this competition, the owner clearly saw the lack of his driving skills, sighed and turned his head decisively on the road, ready to go home.

If you continue to run, how embarrassing it is, give up at this time, and you can still use the excuse that there is a problem with the car. It's kind of a staircase down.

The Santana 2000, which ran in eighth place, slowly reached its peak speed of 180 km/h under Meng Yi's wild acceleration.

Like a black whirlwind, it stubbornly caught up with the seventh-ranked BMW 320i on the straight.

With a bang, the Santana 2000 chased fiercely from behind like a plagued boar, just on the straight road, pasting the BMW 320i.

"Boom ......"

The sound of the dilapidated engine is intoxicating. The owner of the BMW was stunned for two moments, stared at the black shadow that flashed in front of him, licked his lips, and didn't come back to his senses: "That...... Is that? ”

This scene was broadcast live on a computer screen. A mass audience at the starting line was boiling again.

"Wow wow wow wow this Santana 2000 is crazy......"

"On the straight line, it surpassed the BMW 320i !!"

"It's too hard...... Can Second Uncle Li raise again now? ”

The crowd coaxed, and Second Uncle Li smiled and said: "Okay, I'll give you another chance, if you want to bet, you can come, but the premise is that you can only bet on that Santana 2000." ”

"Okay, I'll bet five thousand."

"I'll bet 10,000 ......"