Chapter 369: He Shangyu Racing

Chapter 369 and Shang Yu Racing
Li Qiao stared at the RX7 sports car, her eyes shining slightly.
But why seven?
She averted her eyes from the sports car, and Shang Yu had already walked slowly on the side of the track, which was as bright as daylight.
The man's shoulders were covered with light-effect frosty white, and his backlit figure was tall and straight.
There was a strange feeling in Li Qiao's heart, she pulled away the broken hair that was tossed by the breeze in front of her forehead and walked toward him.
Shang Yu stood in front of her with his trouser pocket in one hand, and rubbed his palm on top of her head. His voice was magnetic and low, "I'm busy today?"
Li Qiao raised his head, facing his eyes, Yu Guang glanced at the RX7 sports car, pulled down his fingers and held it, "Well, I'm a bit busy, where are so many cars?"
The RX7 sports car is a dedicated racing car, except for top races, there are rarely so many cars.
The man's deep eyes fell on her face, his thin lips raised a shallow arc, "Do you want to run a lap?"
Li Qiao opened her eyelids abruptly, her eyes eager to try, "Are you together?"
"Yes." Shang Yu pressed the corner of his lower lips and raised his eyebrows, responding to her in a conniving tone.
The three assistants standing by the side looked at each other, including the other two bodyguards with a dazed expression.
Didn't Yan Ye say that he wants seven cars on the track together?
Why suddenly they both ran away alone.
Li Qiao and Shang Yu walked to the seven cars side by side, and the man took her by the hand with a strong voice, "Which one to choose?"
The seven cars are of different colors, the middle one is aqua blue.
Li Qiao barely hesitated, and raised her head to the RX7 in the middle: "This is it."
Shang Yu curled his lips, let go of her hand, and the two got into the car separately.
Next to the aqua blue RX7, there is a black car of the same model.
After getting in the car, Li Qiao lowered the window, fastened her seat belt, and turned her head to look out the window.
The window of the co-pilot next door also slowly lowered.
This was the first time Li Qiao saw Shang Yu driving in person.
She rolled her throat, a little unable to look away.
The collar of the man's black shirt was slightly open, and a short distance away, he could even see his long legs in the driver's seat aggrievedly.
Although there are no cheerleaders to help out, the tension in front of the car has unknowingly lingered around the track.
Shang Yu held the steering wheel with one hand and with the other hand to block. He tilted his head to look over and whispered, "Safety first."
Li Qiao put his arms on the car door, and slid his palms along the steering wheel, "Same for you."
When the words were over, they raised the windows of each other, Li Qiao adjusted the manual gear, and simply looked at the dashboard.
The standard RX7 sports car, FR drive, with a five-speed manual transmission, and a rotor engine with 280 horsepower.
Li Qiao stared at the outside track and looked at the next door through the car window. The two honked their horns at the same time. Three seconds later, two cars, one black and one blue, galloped out.
Said it is a racing car, but Li Qiao's speed is comparable to drag racing.
The international circuit is 5.41 kilometers in a circle, with seven left turns and seven right turns, and the straight ramp is nearly one kilometer.
At the first corner, two cars arrived one after the other.
Li Qiao’s eyes shined. As she approached the corner, she suddenly pulled down the handpiece, stepped on the brakes, and hit the steering wheel. As the turn turned, she stepped on the accelerator again. The angle formed by the front of the car and the body of the car, Out of a perfect arc of drift, he bypassed the curve in a blink of an eye.
The black sports car at the back drifted side by side with her in the same posture, and the ground was also filled with white smoke due to friction.
The roar of the wind and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground are endless on the track.
In the distance, Liuyun and others watched with enthusiasm, and the excessively fast speed made them only see two phantoms shuttled back and forth on the track.
Li Qiao's car skills are superb, and so is Shang Yu.
Two cars are in front or behind, you come and go, occasionally Li Qiao will go around the black car to block the line.
But a man will always find an angle to break through her line of defense and overtake.
Drag racing is probably a kind of speedy pleasure that combines body and mind.
Although Li Qiao and Shang Yu seem to be competing, there is obviously a bit of fun between the two cars.
As the track reached the fifth corner, Li Qiao's blue car suddenly accelerated.
It passed the black car in front at an absolute speed. Just when Liuyun and the others were holding their breath, they saw the blue car drifting through the curve. After a harsh rubbing sound, the blue car forced a turn around and began to reverse.
The other two bodyguards looked silly.
Forcibly shifting positions on the track, it is easy to overturn the car without real skills.
At this moment, Li Qiao drove upside down, with Shang Yu in the cab in front of the car.
She was in front and he was behind, blocking the possibility of the black car jumping forward with such driving skills.
In the carriage, Li Qiao and Shang Yu have the same posture.
The two of them were clearly racing at the top speed, but they were holding the steering wheel and the hand block with one hand, their eyes were piercing, and the cozy posture did not reveal the tension of the car.
Seeing that he reached the straight ramp, Li Qiao retreated for a while to accelerate, stepped on the clutch, brakes, accelerator, and slammed the steering wheel, all in one go.
In the blink of an eye, the front of her car returned to the right position, and Yiqi Juechen quickly climbed the ramp.
When the track neared the end, the two cars still did not slow down.
However, the original distance between cars was shortened and turned into side by side driving.
White smoke billowed in the distance, and under the bright searchlights, two black and blue cars were in sight for a while.
In an instant, the body stopped in the middle of the other five cars, one left and one right.
There was still smoke behind the rear of the car, and the two cars just returned to their original positions impartially.
Liuyun glanced down at the mobile phone stopwatch, and hit Mochizuki in a daze. After all, it was not a professional timer, and the time display would not be as accurate as the event.
But the speed of one minute and nineteen seconds is enough to shock people.
Because of the previous qualifying, the fastest lap time was one minute and fourteen seconds.
What surprised them was not Shang Yu's car skills, but Li Qiao's proficiency in racing.
How did Miss Li achieve this kind of control that requires a long time of training?
Even just in a corner, they saw the blue RX7 complete the turn instantly with the technology of single-sided wheel grip drift.
If you are not a professional racer, ordinary people dare not try this kind of control over the body and grip.
Not long after, the doors of the two cars opened one after another.
Li Qiao and Shang Yu leaned forward, and the two of them had gone through an extraordinary racing game, still looking calm and relaxed.
The man pursed his thin lips, slammed the door and walked straight towards Li Qiao.
The little girl was about to say a compliment, and when her arms were tight, she was dragged to his arms.
"How... uh..."
Before he finished speaking, Shang Yu circled her waist with one hand and the back of her head with the other hand, ignoring the several'audiences' beside him, and bowed his head and kissed her deeply.
Li Qiao caught her red lips unexpectedly, and subconsciously wanted to retreat.
Just because there are five pairs of eyes next to her, and such an intimate thing, she will inevitably feel a little embarrassed in the public.
(End of this chapter)