Soon, the four of them parked their cars side by side.
From left to right were Meng Wenzhou's Lamborghini, Su Yang's 911 Turbo S, Pan Ning's SF90, and Zhang Ziming's Aston Martin DBS.
Any one of these four cars would turn heads wherever it went, each being a top-tier sports car.
Yet now, all four were parked together for a drag race. To Su Yang, it felt somewhat surreal.
Just a few days ago, he had been a poor loser. Now, he had become friends with several rich second-generation heirs. Sometimes, he even wondered whether this was all just a dream.
The four sports cars were lined up side by side. Judging only by the specifications, Su Yang's 911 Turbo S was the only six-cylinder car, and it also had the least horsepower, with just 650 horsepower.
The Ferrari SF90 had a 4.0T eight-cylinder engine, along with three electric motors for assistance, producing a maximum of 1,000 horsepower.
The Lamborghini and Aston Martin both had terrifying twelve-cylinder engines. The Lamborghini had a 6.5-liter engine producing 770 horsepower, while the DBS had a 5.2T engine producing 725 horsepower.
Judging only by the specifications, Su Yang had already lost. However, he was not nervous. He knew his car's capabilities very well, and he waited for Liu Bo to give the command with a smile on his face.
At that moment, Liu Bo somehow found a small red flag.
He walked to the front of the four cars and stood there, shouting, "Everyone, get ready. Listen for my command. I'll count down from three, and when I shout one, set off."
"First round: launch with the throttle floored. Honk if you understand."
Beep beep beep beep.
Four horns sounded.
"All right, get ready! Three... two...!" Liu Bo waved the small red flag in his hand and suddenly slashed it downward.
The word "one" was shouted at the same time, and Su Yang immediately floored the accelerator.
In an instant, all four sports cars roared violently and shot forward.
However, the first car to launch was the Turbos, despite having the least horsepower. Pan Ning's SF90 followed, while Meng Wenzhou's Lamborghini and Zhang Ziming's DBS were neck and neck.
Su Yang was using manual mode, rapidly flicking the paddle shifters on the steering wheel.
The car with the worst specifications had made the fastest start.
After a hundred meters, Su Yang watched Pan Ning's red Ferrari gradually close in through his rearview mirror. He was secretly astonished. Damn, that thing is fast?
Su Yang wished he could push the accelerator down even further. He had already floored it, but his lead was slowly being erased by Pan Ning.
Once they had passed the halfway point, Pan Ning successfully overtook Su Yang.
The Lamborghini behind them had already pulled away from the DBS. However, the gap between the two cars was not large, with the Lamborghini leading by only half a car length.
But there was no way those two cars could catch up to Su Yang and Pan Ning.
The 400-meter race ended in the blink of an eye. Pan Ning crossed the finish line first, Su Yang second, Meng Wenzhou third, and Zhang Ziming fourth.
After crossing the line, the four of them stopped their cars. Zhang Ziming jumped out incredulously and looked at the others.
"Holy crap! Why are you guys so fast? My damn 5.2T V12 actually came in last?"
"You guys didn't cheat, did you?"
Pan Ning shot Zhang Ziming a glare. "Would I need to? Even if I let you cheat, you still couldn't beat me."
"I admit I can't beat you. After all, your car is a hybrid with 1,000 horsepower. But why can't I beat those two? Especially this 911."
As he spoke, he walked over to Su Yang's car and circled it once.
"Su Yang, are you sure you didn't cheat?"
Su Yang froze. He had not expected this guy to address him so familiarly, but he merely smiled. "Of course not. It's completely stock."
"Are stock Turbo S models really this fast? If I remember correctly, this car only has 650 horsepower, and it's a six-cylinder."
Zhang Ziming approached the driver's seat in astonishment, leaned inside, and looked around.
Meng Wenzhou did not really care about winning or losing. He walked over with a smile and said, "Don't focus on the fact that it only has 650 horsepower. Porsche's PDK transmission is incredibly good. It can accelerate from zero to 100 kilometers per hour in 2.7 seconds. It's normal that you couldn't beat it."
"My damn car has over 700 horsepower and twelve cylinders, and it still lost. I'm not satisfied!"
"If you're not satisfied, let's do it again. This time, we'll all use launch control."
"Fine. That must be the reason. If we use launch control, I can at least get second place. Come on, let's go back and do another round."
The four of them got into their cars and drove back to the starting line.
Liu Bo walked over with a grin. "The SF90 really is something."
"How could it not be? It has three electric motors boosting it. Who can outrun that?" Zhang Ziming said with a laugh.
"All right, we'll use launch control for the second round. Are you ready?" Liu Bo shouted.
The four of them pressed their horns one after another.
Liu Bo once again stood in front of the cars. "All right! Get ready!"
The four cars suddenly erupted with explosive roars, all prepared to launch.
"Three... two... one!!!"
As soon as he finished, Su Yang abruptly released the brake with his left foot while keeping his right foot planted on the accelerator. The Turbos instantly surged forward, the intense force pressing him into his seat. Once again, he was the first to launch.
The 911 Turbo S really was incredibly powerful off the line.
This time, because it was a launch-control start, the Turbos unleashed their full potential and gradually widened their lead.
However, just after they passed the halfway point, Pan Ning caught up once again.
Su Yang glanced at the right-side mirror and said helplessly, "For crying out loud, again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Ning drew level with Su Yang, then overtook him once again.
Su Yang slapped the steering wheel and shouted unwillingly, "Damn it!"
Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Ziming could only remain behind, choking on the exhaust fumes of the two cars ahead.
Zhang Ziming gritted his teeth. He knew he could no longer catch up to Su Yang and Pan Ning, but he did not want to come in last twice.
Meng Wenzhou's lead was not large. He wanted to catch up, but there was nothing he could do. His accelerator was already floored, yet he still remained half a car length behind.
Soon, the second round ended as well.
Pan Ning was still first, Su Yang second, Meng Wenzhou third, and Zhang Ziming last.
Zhang Ziming got out of the car and howled at the sky. "Why?!"
Seeing this, Meng Wenzhou could not help laughing. "Why don't you change cars? Yours isn't suited for racing."
Pan Ning ignored the distraught Zhang Ziming and walked over to Su Yang's car. "How about it? Convinced now?"
Su Yang nodded helplessly. "I'm convinced, I'm convinced. I really can't beat you in a drag race. But if we race on a full circuit, you definitely won't be my opponent."
Su Yang had a good reason for saying this. First, Porsches were inherently well suited to circuit racing. Second, he had the Professional Racer Skill backing him up. He was completely confident that he could win.
Forget Pan Ning—even if she were replaced by a professional racer, he would not be afraid.
Pan Ning merely smiled faintly. "Then how about we race on a circuit?"
"Sure. I'll give you one car length."
"Tch. You're a defeated opponent now. What makes you think you can still act so arrogant?"
"Whether I'm arrogant or not is irrelevant. We'll know after we race."
"Fine, come on. How many laps?" Pan Ning asked.
"Five laps. One race to decide the winner."
"Okay!" Pan Ning did not waste any time. She got into her car and drove it back to the starting line.
Su Yang looked toward Zhang Ziming, who was still complaining to Meng Wenzhou. He smiled and said, "Ziming, stop dwelling on it. I'm going to race Pan Ning on the circuit. Are you guys coming?"
"Coming! I refuse to believe this. I can't beat you guys in a straight line, but the circuit is my home turf!" As he spoke, he got into his car.
Meng Wenzhou shook his head. "He's always like this. He's obsessed with racing."
Su Yang smiled and nodded in response. The three of them drove their cars back to the starting line.
"Fatty, this is the final round. We're racing on the circuit, five laps in total. You keep time." Meng Wenzhou sat in his car and instructed Liu Bo.
Liu Bo made an OK gesture. "All right. Then get ready."
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