At the end of the game, Zhou Lei knocked on the headphones and contacted Xie Fei.

With a blind sound of "Zilala", Xie Fei heard the words, "You won." ”

There will be a winner in the game, and whoever is happy and who is sad.

The three words 'you won' came out of Zhou Lei's mouth a little lonely and unwilling, but there was a lot of excitement and joy for Xie Fei.

He won, it was not easy to win, the whole person seemed to collapse, stopped the locomotive, found a remote place to sit down.

He sat dumbfounded, his face cold and calm, and he couldn't see the slightest ripple.

But contrary to his almost grim expression, the blood in his heart was boiling.

He stared at the nothingness in front of him in a daze, put his hands in front of his eyes and looked at them, and then hung down.

He still refused to believe that he was going to win, as if he had a dream, as if he was in another world, and this feeling was very unreal.

I obviously racked my brains to barely stand side by side with Zhou Lei, and the opponent obviously had the opportunity to overtake himself in a straight line behind, but for some reason, it would end like this.

All in all, it can't be like this, Zhou Lei gave up the victory that had been locked in a long time, and said that he lost in the Bluetooth headset in that unwilling and lonely tone.

What's this?! Sympathize?

Xie Fei couldn't figure it out, let alone understand.

The inexplicable victory made his boiling blood gradually cool.

But thinking back to the game just now, all the details of the curves, the difficulties, and the struggle with skill and luck are still vividly displayed in his mind, making every muscle and bone on his body, along with the hairs of his sweat.

"Maybe I'm kind of in love with the game."

He's been realising the change in his mentality after going deep into this game.

From the mentality of hanging high on the ground that nothing is about oneself and there is no profit to be early, it has become a spontaneous, inside-out prayer.

I pray that I can play and be upright and meet my opponents!

He leaned against the side of the road, letting the cold wind blow.

Compared with his calmness, there was a boiling on the entire mountain road of Panlong Ridge.

The takeaway brother of Panlongling once again defeated a strong enemy, crossed the level, and defeated the Ducati 848evo with a locomotive that was almost scrapped.

We-media people and anchors on short video platforms have conducted live broadcasts to convey the grand occasion of this place to every corner, so that everyone who loves locomotives knows a rising star.

After a short rest, Xie Fei left without saying a word, leaving all the cheers and excitement behind him, and embarked on the journey alone.

He still has to make deliveries to meet his daily living expenses.

And there were two people left on this mountain road, two people who were also frustrated.

The same failure made the two of them feel sorry for each other, and Nie Yu and Zhou Lei sat side by side and began a long silence.

Suddenly, Nie Yu handed over a cigarette, breaking the silence.

"Take a puff?"

Zhou Lei took the cigarette, turned his head sideways, and blocked the wind with his hands.

As the light of the lighter crossed his face, a puff of melancholy smoke flew into the sky.

"It's a really good thing."

Nie Yu had a faint smile on his cold face, he just smiled and never spoke, which could be regarded as agreeing with Zhou Lei's opinion.

In the final U-shaped corner, the brakes and tires of the Ducati under Zhou Lei's crotch reached the critical point of damage.

A locomotive that loses its brakes and grip will only die.

Zhou Lei knew very well the consequences of continuing to play, so he admitted defeat and was willing without the slightest remorse.

Unlike Nie Yu's way of releasing water in a straight line and comparing himself with Xie Fei in the corner, Zhou Lei took the motogp game to the extreme, he did not have the slightest willfulness, with pure speed, to kill the game.

This makes him unable to find any reason or excuse for his failure, and if he loses, he loses, even if the locomotive reaches the limit, it is a loss.

Nie Yu said: "Compared to this mountain road, your Ducati has too much horsepower, and the burden on brakes and tires is too heavy, but this is ultimately your driving problem, not the car itself." The locomotive doesn't lose, it's you who loses! ”

Zhou Lei took another breath, and his mood eased a lot, "Yes, it was my rough driving that caused me to lose the race." If you change to a locomotive with a smaller displacement......"

He smiled self-deprecatingly, didn't say the second half of the sentence, and immediately took a puff of cigarette and looked at the deep starry sky.

It was the small-displacement motorcycle that he gave up, and it was he who took 'displacement is king' as his creed.

Now, ironically, the reason for his loss was his proud displacement.

He shook his head, his voice suddenly depressed.

"If I change to a locomotive with a smaller displacement, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to catch up with his taillights......"

This is a truth, but it is a truth that many losers dare not face.

It was this sentence that made Nie Yu reacquaint himself with the familiar man in front of him.

Afford to put it down, this is the demeanor of a motorcyclist.

He ordered another one, which was very rare, and asked Zhou Lei like a family chatter, "Do you know how he crossed the corner?" That weird line I didn't understand until now. ”

Zhou Lei was in a trance, he had been focusing on the lights in the rearview mirror, and he didn't realize this problem at all, thinking about it like this, Xie Fei's line when he crossed the corner was indeed weird and terrifying.

"Follow me!"

Nie Yu didn't sell it, stepped on the locomotive, turned the head of the locomotive, and returned to the four U-shaped corners.

This time, they ran slowly, like a walk, their eyes scanning every inch of ground under the tires.

When he heard an extremely subtle sound, similar to a tire knocking on a bulge, Zhou Lei suddenly realized.

"You mean ......"

Nie Yu nodded, "Yes, he is indeed a madman, that takeaway brother named Xie Fei has water in his head." ”

Unlike other places, the four-fold U-bend road is not paved with asphalt, but an ancient battle road, filled with smooth boulders.

The sun and wind blew and weathered year by year, and cracks appeared in the originally paved boulders.

These cracks follow the curve, creating a bump that is only three centimeters high.

Xie Fei used this subtle bulge to turn the locomotive sideways and jam it with the edge of the tire, generating a strong enough centripetal force to achieve a strange corner.

And such a cornering will inevitably produce a difference in the speed of the front and rear wheels, and then there will be a 'death swing', brewing the tragedy of car destruction and death.

So he abandoned ABS and used his sharp and almost perverted right foot to control the rear wheels, so that the front and rear wheels reached the same speed.

Of course, this technology is staggering even if it is only theoretical.

But it is this kind of whimsical, almost deadly way of driving that has achieved Xie Feipan's record of two consecutive victories on Longling Mountain Road.

He's not racing at all, he's racing against death!