It is said that Nie Yu imitated Song Pa's running style, in addition to his own concerns, there are deeper reasons.

Here we have to mention his plan.

Songpa's running style is no secret, there are many videos, the records are also dazzling, and the neat, concise and fast running style is very similar to that of a professional motorcycle driver.

This is also the way Nie Yu himself has been learning for a long time.

On the same track, although there are different driving habits and driving preferences of each locomotive, there will be a variety of methods. However, there is only one optimal routing and speed.

This also explains why the top three in the world's top motoGP race are only marginally separated.

Nie Yu is an academic style, and so is Song Pa, so there is not much difference between the two people's running style.

Quite possibly, the two of them are comparing each other, like a copy of themselves.

And to break through the other party, you must first break through yourself.

So Nie Yu asked Xie Fei to learn that kind of wild way, using the height difference of three centimeters to get the tires stuck in the gaps and slip the tires to corner.

This is the nirvana he uses to deal with Wang Shuo, and it is also a stunt to use on Song Pa's body.

However, because he had been preparing to deal with Wang Shuo before, he ignored Song Pa.

Even though he knew that he was an academic way, he had not mastered all kinds of details, which made him not very familiar with Song Pa's running style.

Therefore, he chose to chase after him, and while imitating, he imagined in his head what he looked like on this mountain road, and compared it.

Knowing oneself and knowing that the other is victorious in a hundred battles, understanding Song Pa's weaknesses, and attacking on the weaknesses is like kicking the good leg of a lame man, how can it be unreasonable?

Although he wasted a lot of opportunities in vain, but after thinking about it, if he ran ahead, was discovered by Song Pa and found his weakness, and then concocted it in the same way, it was not necessarily who regretted it.

What's more, the locomotive under the crotch that has been transformed by the master of the overhaul is extraordinarily powerful, even if it jumps straight in the end, it may not lose.

It's just that, due to the rain tires, running is not as handy as usual.

All in all, the balance of victory is ninety percent, if not 100% on one's head.

He looked up, and in his sight, Songpa's locomotive roared high, showing an unparalleled sense of oppression.

However, under the refraction of the helmet lenses, the feedback in Nie Yu's eyes was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on the board.

"Hurry up and run, the faster you run, the more flaws."

As for Song Pa, he is more like a soldier who has been chased to the end of the road, using his strength to eat milk, running forward, and there is no plan or strategy in his heart.

He is not a short-witted person, if you want to blame, you have to blame Nie Yu's plan for being too detailed, so detailed that he can't resist it.

At this time, the pressure he was bearing was like a mountain, pressing on his heart.

He felt good about himself and ran more and more easily, even running faster in some similar corners in previous races.

It stands to reason that Nie Yu should have been thrown away a long time ago.

But the things imaginary in his mind not only did not happen, but was bitten to death by him, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

It is very likely that as long as he relaxes slightly, he will be counterattacked by Nie Yu, causing an irreparable defeat.

Moreover, he could not give up his leading position.

Husband war, courage also, then decline, three and exhaustion.

He has been holding his breath in his heart, and Nie Yu's persevering pursuit is both pressure and motivation.

If he is overtaken by Nie Yu, it makes sense tactically, but he will fall behind in morale.

When the time comes, that breath is relieved, and it will be difficult to chase it back.

Therefore, Song Pa is now in a dilemma of riding a tiger.

What's even more fatal is that he can't see the posture of Nie Yu's locomotive from the rearview mirror at all, and he doesn't know what method he used to bite himself.

This gave him an illusion in his heart, thinking that Nie Yu was one step above him and his strength was bottomless.

With nothing to do, Song Pa finally relented and did the one thing he was most reluctant to do, but he was eager to do.

"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, can you hear me?"

At the other end of the Bluetooth headset, Wang Shuo, the boss of the dynasty team and known as the first person in the domestic locomotive circle, is anxiously waiting.

With a blind sound of "zi-la-la", a deep sound passed through the headphones, overshadowing the wind noise, and sounded in Songpa's ears.

"You're finally willing to contact me."

Song Pa has an arrogant temperament, he races on weekdays, and he doesn't contact the team at all, and sometimes Wang Shuo will complain about him on the spot.

Over time, in order to take care of his emotions, Wang Shuo did not move and waited quietly.

Song Pa listened with embarrassment, but it was nothing compared to losing the match.

After all, if you ask for help, how can you pretend to be a calf, and your tone is much more relaxed, and you look like you are humbly asking for advice.

"How did Nie Yu run? Why can't Allah get rid of him, this little red guy? ”

Listening to his low-pitched and slightly impatient tone, Wang Shuo felt very comfortable, and he didn't beat around the bush and cut straight to the point.

"It's not that you can't get rid of him, but Nie Yu is imitating your running style, the speed, route, attitude, inclination, exactly the same, including the response of the accelerator and the timing of the brake!"

After hearing this, Song Pap paused, obviously a little incredulous.

In his eyes, Nie Yu was indifferent, crisp, and condescending, and he didn't bother to imitate others at all.

Even though Song Pa never took him seriously, his own personality has never changed, how can he imitate other people's running styles on a track that is more familiar than himself?

"What kind of plane is this little red guy doing?!"

Song Pa scolded and scolded, expressing his dissatisfaction very bluntly.

Wang Shuo is happy to see him like this, at least this attitude shows that he still cares about the game.

So he said very calmly: "These are all indifferent things, as long as he doesn't exist and run out of his own style." ”

There is nothing wrong with saying this, if you are strong, others can't imitate you if they want to.

Each rider has their own habits, technically you can imitate, what about habits?

Wang Shuo's meaning is that he wants Song Pa to make a plan, put aside all tactics, and compare the speed with Nie Yu's real sword and real gun.

After hearing this, Song Pa's anxious mood decreased significantly, and the whole person was full of energy.

In terms of sheer speed, he didn't think he was going to lose, so he shut his mouth and threw his whole body and soul into the game.

The mountain road of Panlongling, with sharp bends and steep slopes, is just right for your own running style.

Especially when going down a steep slope, you can push the speed of your locomotive to the limit, and at the same time release the clutch and use gravity to accelerate.

This is a dangerous method of driving, and it is a trick that only novices will use if they don't know how to drive.

But at this moment, it was Songpa's killer move.

He looked at Nie Yu from the rearview mirror, and sarcastically in his heart, "Allah dares to play with his life, does Nong Xiaochi dare?" ”