You, Takumi Fujiwara

The four of them adjusted slightly before signaling Liu Bo that they were ready to start.

Su Yang had only been joking earlier when he said he'd let Pan Ning have a car-length lead. While he could easily win even with that handicap, it would be too dismissive of Pan Ning and might even provoke her.

He decided against it.

Seeing that all four were ready, Liu Bo produced a professional stopwatch from somewhere.

He walked to the front of the cars and addressed the four drivers, "Final round, five laps."

The professional track at Hai City International Race Track was a total of 5.34 kilometers long. The fastest lap for an F1 driver was 1 minute and 25 seconds. However, aside from Su Yang, the others were just ordinary people.

Normally, a casual racing enthusiast driving a sports car would take about 1 minute and 50 seconds to 2 minutes per lap.

Five laps would take roughly ten minutes.

This was assuming they were already quite familiar with racing.

Although Su Yang had the boost of professional driver skills, he was unfamiliar with the track. Meng Wenzhou, Pan Ning, and Zhang Ziming had driven it a few times, so on the surface, they seemed to have the advantage.

Liu Bo, seeing that everyone was ready, shouted, "Alright, get ready to start! Three... two... one!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four cars shot forward.

Su Yang intended to properly test his professional driver skills. He still had the fastest start, but he was soon overtaken by Pan Ning.

This time, he wasn't in a hurry. After all, it was a 5-kilometer track over five laps, giving him plenty of opportunities to overtake Pan Ning.

After the straightaway, there was a sharp right turn. Pan Ning had to slow down significantly to navigate the corner as she approached it.

Su Yang's eyes lit up, and all sorts of driving techniques flooded his mind. He seized the opportunity, stomped on the accelerator, and overtook Pan Ning.

Seeing this, Pan Ning's face showed surprise. "Is this guy trying to die?"

She quickly honked her horn, urging Su Yang to slow down. At his current speed, he was bound to flip his car if he took the corner.

But Su Yang paid no mind. He felt as if Schumacher himself had possessed him. Just as he was about to enter the corner, he slightly eased off the gas, quickly tapped the brakes with his right foot, and yanked the steering wheel.

The turbos executed a stylish drift, easily navigating the corner.

This maneuver left Pan Ning behind, utterly stunned.

Even more dumbfounded were Zhang Ziming and Meng Wenzhou. They watched the turbos ahead execute a professional drift around the corner, their mouths hanging open.

Zhang Ziming unconsciously exclaimed from inside his car, "Holy crap! Is this guy a professional?"

Before he could think further, Pan Ning had already cleared the first corner.

Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Ziming were neck and neck, slowing down to navigate the corner one after another.

Because of the first corner, Su Yang instantly widened the gap between himself and the others behind him.

Even though he had never driven on this track before, the professional driver skills greatly offset his disadvantage of not knowing the course.

Soon, the first lap was completed. Liu Bo stood at the starting line, pressing his stopwatch to check the time.

His brow furrowed as he looked. "1 minute... 33 seconds??"

"What the hell, is this stopwatch broken?"

Liu Bo was quite familiar with racing and often enjoyed watching various racing competitions in his free time.

Hai City International Race Track had hosted F1 races twice, and he clearly remembered the fastest lap time being 1 minute and 25 seconds.

But that was achieved by world-class drivers in multi-million dollar F1 cars.

For Su Yang to achieve 1 minute and 33 seconds on his first lap on this track was terrifying.

He swallowed, unsure of what to say.

Soon, Pan Ning, driving the red Ferrari, completed her first lap. Liu Bo checked his watch: 1 minute and 53 seconds.

"The watch isn't broken."

Su Yang was unaware of this. After completing his first lap, he had basically memorized the location of every corner.

He drove with even more ease on the second lap. When he reached a long straight, he pushed the speed up to 300.

However, the speed was too high, and he had to slow down to navigate the corners as soon as he hit 300.

Su Yang drifted through every corner. This put a lot of strain on the tires, and he estimated he'd need new ones after a few more laps.

But at this moment, he couldn't care less. He was fully immersed in the thrill of racing.

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Su Yang ignored the system's notification, his attention fully focused on the track ahead.

Behind him, only Pan Ning could still vaguely see Su Yang's taillights. Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Ziming had already given up and stopped racing.

After completing the first lap, they parked their cars off the track and watched Su Yang and Pan Ning.

Su Yang quickly completed his second lap. Liu Bo pressed his stopwatch again. This lap was even more astonishing; Su Yang only took 1 minute and 29 seconds.

Zhang Ziming took the stopwatch and looked at it. "Holy crap, this guy is definitely a professional driver. How are we supposed to compete with this?"

Meng Wenzhou smiled and remained silent, staring at the track, lost in thought.

Time ticked by, and the fourth lap soon concluded.

When Su Yang was on his fifth lap, Pan Ning had just finished her third. He was an entire lap ahead, highlighting the difference between an amateur and a professional racer.

Pan Ning stopped struggling; she truly couldn't compete with Su Yang on the track.

This time, she was genuinely convinced of her defeat. The gap was simply too massive, a difference that couldn't be bridged by training alone.

She knew no amount of practice would allow her to beat Su Yang. As soon as her third lap ended, she pulled her car over and stopped.

Su Yang quickly completed his final lap.

As Su Yang crossed the finish line, Liu Bo promptly pressed his stopwatch.

The total time displayed: 6 minutes and 51 seconds.

The others looked at Su Yang as if he were a monster.

Su Yang drove his car over to where the others had parked theirs. "What's going on with you guys? Why did you all drop out?"

Zhang Ziming glared resentfully at Su Yang. "What do you think? We're not even in the same league as you. You were drifting through every single corner, man. Are you Takumi Fujiwara or something?"

Su Yang laughed heartily, a smug grin on his face. "Ah, you caught me. My apologies, hehe."

"Brother Su, you've really surprised me. Your skills are good enough to compete professionally," Meng Wenzhou also chimed in with a laugh.

Su Yang waved his hand. "That won't be necessary. Racing is too tiring and not really my thing."

Pan Ning then looked at Su Yang and said calmly, "I can't beat you on the track, but I won in a straight line. So, it's a tie, right?"

"Sure, a tie."

"Alright, the race is over. Shall we get going?"

Meng Wenzhou checked his phone. "It's about time. Let's grab some food first, then fly to Lu City."

Su Yang asked, "Okay, where should we eat? Send the location to the group chat."

"Ok."

Meng Wenzhou sent the restaurant's location to the group chat, and the others started their vehicles, setting off in succession.

As the five luxury cars entered the city, they immediately caused quite a stir. Vehicles passing by couldn't help but glance at the group's cars.

Although luxury cars and supercars were common in Hai City, it wasn't often that five of them appeared together.

Pedestrians on the road quickly pulled out their phones to take pictures.

Soon, the six of them arrived at a high-end restaurant specializing in local Hai City cuisine.

After they parked their cars, the restaurant owner hurried out.

With an excited expression, he approached Meng Wenzhou respectfully. "Young Master Meng, you've arrived? I've already prepared a private room for you."

Meng Wenzhou nodded. "Thank you. We can have the food served now; we need to head to the airport after eating."

"Right away, right away! Please, come in!" The owner politely led the group into the restaurant.