The Korean side no longer paid attention to Zhao Wei, who was stunned in place, and turned to Song Qian and said, "Do you still dare to compete?" “

"Gollum"

Song Qian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a little hesitant.

After all, this is a billion-dollar gamble, even a battle of life and death, and it is normal for him not to dare to participate in it.

"Don't push yourself." Han Fang said.

"Me??"

Song Qian wanted to speak and stopped, and his face was not without a look of struggle.

Han Fang said to Xu Yi, "You go and prepare!" “

"Hmm."

Xu Yi hummed lightly and turned to leave.

"Don't worry, I won't blame you, in fact, this matter has nothing to do with you anymore, let you take the risk again. Nor should it be. Han Fang patted Song Qian on the shoulder and comforted him softly.

After speaking, the Korean side did not stay any longer, turned around and left.

But he had only taken a few steps. Song Qian's voice came from behind him, "Brother Han, I hope you give me a chance." “

The South Korean side stopped.

Song Qian took three steps and made two steps, and came to the front of the Han side. said with a firm face, "Brother Han, I want to compete!" “

Han Fang looked at Song Qian straight and didn't say a word.

One second!

Two seconds!

Three seconds!

??

After more than ten seconds, time seemed to stand still.

But Song Qian didn't take half a step back, his eyes were extremely firm.

"Good!"

The Korean side spoke, and there were no more superfluous words.

Song Qian didn't cheer or get excited, just clenched his fist vigorously, followed behind Han Fang, and walked towards the car step by step.

As far as the South Korean side is concerned, as long as you sit in the passenger seat, no matter who is driving, the result will be the same.

He has this self-confidence, and he also has this capital!

Ten minutes flew by!

The life-and-death agreement between the two parties has been signed, and with the bursting heavy metal music coming from the stereo again, the two parties have come to the starting line for a final self-inspection.

The process of self-inspection is very cumbersome, but there must not be the slightest sloppiness.

After the self-inspection, Song Qian secretly exhaled.

It's been three years, and he hasn't played a single game for three years.

Even when I usually drive, the speed does not exceed 120 yards, and now it is impossible to say that I am not nervous, and cold sweat has already broken out in my palms.

On the other hand, the Korean side is extremely calm, as if it is not itself that is participating.

The countdown to the start of the game has begun, and the spectators in the stands are already cheering enthusiastically, shouting and cheering for their supporters. The sound is higher and higher.

Han Fang glanced at the opposite car, the hooked nose known as the god of war in the north and the death hunter was sitting in the driver's seat, while Wei Xiaozhuang was sitting in the passenger seat.

Wei Xiaozhuang looked at Han Fang with a grim expression and grinned. He made a throat-cutting gesture to the Korean side.

The South Korean side rolled up the window, not paying attention to his childish provocation.

As the time drew closer, the engine rumbling of the two cars grew louder and louder, as if two angry bulls were roaring.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, and the two cars rushed out in two streamers.

However, what is strange is that less than three seconds after rushing out, the hooked nose released the accelerator and tapped the brake. directly slowed down the speed and let the South Korean car rush to the front.

"They want to take the initiative to attack!"

A sentence sounded, which immediately woke everyone up, and there was a sudden scolding in the crowd.

"Damn, it's so shameless, they're not racing anymore, they're trying to murder!"

"I knew they didn't have any good intentions!"

"Now Song Dashao, they are really in danger!"

But Wei Xiaozhuang's fans were extremely excited and shouted loudly.

"Zhuang Shao is good. Kill him, kill that pretend! “

"Damn, dare to argue with Zhuang Shao, it's just impatient."

"You're going to die!"

??

There are not a few people who want Han Fang and Song Qian to die. Lu Haojie and the three Lei brothers are typical,Especially the thunderstorm,I can't wait for the Korean side to be crushed to pieces。 It's just that at this time, they are still controlled by Song Qian's people, and they don't dare to show it.

In the car. Song Qian's hands holding the steering wheel were still trembling, and his expression was also a little trance-like.

His phobias are starting to commit again!

"Han?? Brother Han, we?? What to do? “

Song Qian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said in a trembling voice.

Han Fang glanced coldly at the rearview mirror and said, "Leave them alone, you just need to speed up!" “

"Huh?"

Song Qian looked confused, feeling the faster and faster speed, and the scene from three years ago appeared in his mind in a trance, and fear continued to invade his heart.

In this trance, the car became very unstable, and almost rushed out of the track several times, causing a catastrophe, which made everyone feel frightened.

If this continues, I'm afraid that they don't need Wei Xiaozhuang to do it, and they may finish playing by themselves.

Time. Zhao Wei, Xu Yi and Song Qian's friends all sank like water. And Lu Haojie and Wei Xiaozhuang's fans are extremely excited,The two sides have formed two completely different painting styles。

In the car, Han Fang glanced at Song Qian, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He knew very well that if Song Qian's phobia was not cured first, something would happen to the two of them sooner or later.

"Song Qian, wake me up!"

Han Fang snorted coldly, like thunder, and suddenly exploded in Song Qian's mind, making him suddenly sober up for a while.

"Brother Han, me??"

Song Qian's face was full of self-blame.

"Don't talk nonsense! Hold on to the steering wheel and look ahead! "The Korean side drank cold again." Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate! “

"Ahh

Song Qian let out a hysterical roar from his mouth and stepped on the accelerator to the end.

Thundered??

With a boom, his speed increased visibly.

180！

200！

240！

280！

??

In just ten seconds, he had already increased his speed to 300, leaving Wei Xiaozhuang far behind.

"Catch up, catch up with me!"

Wei Xiaozhuang shouted with a cruel smile.

The hooked nose was not inked, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the car under the seat suddenly ran wild as if he had eaten gunpowder.

The enthusiasm of the audience was also completely ignited!

Amid the screams and cheers of the crowd, the speed of the two cars reached an astonishing 300 yards in a short time, and it continued to increase.

At this time, the strength of professional drivers is reflected.

Even if the ground is uneven, at such a fast speed, they can still keep the car relatively stable, if it were an ordinary person, the car would have been destroyed and killed.

Even so, danger is everywhere for them. The slightest carelessness is a dead end.

When the speed of the car reached 320, Song Qian's screaming suddenly stopped, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the fear in his heart disappeared in an instant, and he felt that what he had lost was back on him.

It's back!

It's really back!

Once the little king of the underground racing industry in Jiangcheng, he finally found the feeling of the past in this familiar arena.

"Brother Han, thank you!"

Song Qian said to the Korean side from the bottom of his heart, full of gratitude.

Han Fang nodded slightly and said, "Let's start your performance!" “

"Okay, Brother Han is sitting tight."

Song Qian shouted, stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the speed of the car increased sharply, reaching 340 in one breath, which was already close to the limit speed.

Even so, when he turned the corner, he still didn't slow down at all, and directly sped over with a beautiful flick of his tail, kicking up dust all the way, like an earth dragon spreading.

Steering, braking, shifting, accelerating??

Song Qian's state has never been better, all the operations are handy, and he doesn't have the slightest sense of rustiness, and he can't tell that he is a person who hasn't touched the steering wheel of a racing car for three years.

The Korean side did not relax, continued to lead him, and reported every detail and data to Song Qian in a timely and accurate manner.

The two worked together perfectly, as if they had been partners for many years.

Behind, Wei Xiaozhuang looked at the racing car in front of him that seemed to have changed people, and his face sank again.

He had a feeling that the little king Song Qian had returned.

In the twilight, his heart trembled suddenly, Song Qian left an indelible impression on him back then, and even made him unforgettable for life, otherwise there would not be today's competition.

He has been practicing hard for so many years, just to get back the dignity he once lost from Song Qian.

Even if it's just a deputy now!

"Catch up, speed up, speed up!"

Wei Xiaozhuang shouted with a hideous face, he couldn't afford to lose this time with a big gamble.

The corners of the hooked nose and mouth showed a cold smile, "It's finally a little interesting, hehe, sit down, the real game is only starting now!" “

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