Sitting in the driver's seat, Gu Cheng put on sunglasses, glanced at Xiang Jing, who was sitting in danger of the co-pilot, and couldn't help but smile: "Are you afraid?" ”

Xiang Jing also rolled her eyes and said: "You are going to race, not to die, what am I afraid of?" ”

Looking at Xiang Jing, who was still stiff-mouthed, Gu Cheng glanced at the seat belt that she was holding onto: "Are you not afraid, can you let go of the seat belt?" ”

"I can't be nervous yet? Seat belts give me a sense of security! ”

The co-pilot seat is actually a very routine operation.

Supercar in the limit speed, a slight deviation may affect the driver's operation, itself supercar is designed for speed, the body is very light, the weight of both ends of the body can reach a balance point, or more important.

Not only Gu Cheng's co-pilot sat on Xiang Jing, but Lu Sheng's co-pilot also sat on Niu Zhuowen.

As the Wanchi Circuit, which has hosted professional races, the width of the track they race is 17.7 meters, which is professional-level, not to mention the two-car race, even if a few more cars are enough.

As the whistle blew as Zhong Mei, who was a temporary guest referee, Gu Cheng's McLaren P1 and Lu Sheng's Ferrari SF90 rushed out at the same time like sharp arrows off the string.

As a civilian-level professional racing car, the Ferrari SF90 has a maximum horsepower of 780 horsepower, and was once known as the fastest production-level supercar, with an acceleration of 100 kilometers in just 2.5 seconds.

In comparison, the McLaren P1, which accelerates to 100 km/h in 2.8 seconds and has a maximum power of only 737 hp, is much inferior.

This comparison of data may not have much impact on daily road driving, but in a straight track of nearly a kilometer, the difference is visible to the naked eye.

It is precisely because of this that the two were separated by tens of meters in less than half a minute at the beginning.

The speed of the instrument panel was constantly beating, soon surpassing the 260, and it continued to soar, and the engine roared more and more fiercely.

Xiang Jing just saw that the speed came to 300km/h in the blink of an eye, which is already the limit distance of a supercar.

Although Xiang Jing likes excitement and pursues speed, the maximum speed of her own driving does not exceed 300, and she dares to play like this on the straight runway, and the palm holding the seat belt has been soaked with sweat for a while.

"There's the first big curve ahead, and I'm ready to slow down."

Although she was afraid that it would affect Gu Cheng, she couldn't help but remind her.

At this time, it was impossible for Gu Cheng to pretend to be indifferent, his expression was also a little dignified, and he nodded slightly, as for whether he listened to it or not, it was another matter.

The large arc corner gives a lot of cornering buffer, and in general professional events, this is the best overtaking point, and Gu Cheng, who has experience as a professional racing athlete, certainly understands it.

The curve ahead was already visible to the naked eye, and Lu Sheng, who had been leading the way, also slowed down appropriately, and the distance between the two was slightly closer.

If it was the plot of the movie, it might have to be accelerated at this time, but this is reality, and most of the ruthless people who accelerated in the corners went to see God.

Gu Cheng glanced at the dashboard slightly, the speed of 310.

This speed is indeed too fast, but Gu Cheng did not drop too much, it dropped to 230, after all, this corner is not the kind of corner with a lot of difficulty. (PS: In order to avoid being mistaken as a transition YY, this corner is regarded as a mid-to-high-speed corner in an F1 race, and you can search for a reference video of the race if you want to know about it.) ）

When the SF90 entered the big curved corner, the McLaren P1 also caught up in an instant, and the black and white streamer instantly overtook the red shadow and broke away from the corner.

Only a black tire mark on the ground remained.

"! Really? Cornering like this? What a hit! ”

Niu Zhuowen, who was sitting in the co-pilot of SF90, couldn't help but complain, but he was also playing with the car, and he knew that he couldn't affect the driver at this time, so he instantly restrained himself.

Overtaking in corners, although easy to say.

But it definitely has to be super high-tech to do it.

Lu Sheng saw that Gu Cheng had overtaken, and the next 300-meter straight followed, and the speed of the car increased again, clenching on.

But an amateur is an amateur.

There is no comparison with Gu Bai's professional-level level.

As long as Lu Sheng doesn't want to die, every corner will inevitably slow down significantly, and every corner of Gu Cheng is elegant and free, full of artistic sense.

After two full laps, Xiang Jing, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was already flushed with excitement.

This feeling is the real thrill she wants to experience!

As the three laps drew to a close, Gu Cheng's McLaren P1 took the lead on the final lap of the straight course, with a 500m tail track and a 1km slow track.

Lu Sheng's Ferrari SF90 has been thrown a few hundred meters away, and defeat is already a foregone conclusion.

At this time, although Gu Cheng had been looking straight ahead, he said softly: "Don't you want to experience McLaren P1?" Try it now in the passenger seat. ”

"You mean?"

When Gu Cheng's words landed, Xiang Jing thought of McLaren's unique black technology.

KERS Kinetic Energy Recovery System!

Although the maximum power of the McLaren P1 in the normal state is only 737 hp, after using the KERS kinetic energy recovery system, it gets another 179 hp of additional power, and the maximum power directly exceeds 900 hp!

It can be understood as a blast for racing!

"Don't blink because the next 10 seconds will be exciting!"

A high-pitched roar set off a cacophony of sound.

When the KERS recuperation system is activated, the numbers on the instrument panel run at a rapid speed and reach a speed of 390 km/h in an instant.

This is already the real limit of speed!

The strong sense of weightlessness made Xiang Jing's face, which was originally red from excitement, instantly pale, and the little hand holding the seat belt also protruded because of the excessive force.

A full 1500 meters away.

It only took more than ten seconds...

This kind of excitement is simply incomparable.

When the body gradually stabilized and the speed began to decrease, Gu Cheng drove back towards the starting lane along the slow track.

Although the sun at three o'clock in the afternoon had already slanted to the west, it was still strong, and the golden yellow that quietly hit Gu Cheng's side face was plated with a divine light, and the raised Adam's apple on the slender neck was also trembling slightly...

Looking at Gu Cheng's side face, Xiang Jing's brain was blank, and she didn't know what she was thinking at all.

When Gu Cheng stopped the car, looked at her pale face, and was about to calm down, Xiang Jing suddenly jumped up.

The lips are combined.

Xiang Jing took such an initiative to catch Gu Cheng off guard.

Before he could react, the pink snake knocked on the door strongly.

Gu Cheng swore that it was really not himself who took the initiative this time!