At turn one, Jiang Qiyan, starting from pole position, was the first to take the inside line, leaning into the turn.
Among this group, Jiang Qiyan's skill was on a completely different level from the others.
Jiang Qiyan was in the lead, with the following cars falling in line. Twenty-nine cars formed a long, continuous racing dragon.
"Brother, who do you think will win?"
"Does that even need to be asked? Isn't the outcome obvious?"
Half a lap later, Jiang Qiyan had already pulled ahead of the second-place car by 0.3 seconds.
With this kind of strength, steadily moving forward, the championship was essentially locked down.
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Yan Xiaoqiang followed the two men to the only racetrack in their city. As it was his first time at a racetrack, Yan Xiaoqiang was filled with emotion seeing the track that spanned several kilometers.
When would he be able to train on a track like this?
But such thoughts could only remain as dreams.
The two young men on Ninjas 400 paid their entrance fees. The tickets here were relatively cheap compared to all the racetracks in China, as they were not in a first-tier city, and the track wasn't very large. A session cost 150 yuan for thirty minutes.
Cheap as it was, this price was still beyond Yan Xiaoqiang's means.
"Are you sure you're going to race with that old clunker of yours?"
After paying the entrance fees, the two young men said to Yan Xiaoqiang.
"Don't worry, my car is quite powerful. Winning against you guys will be a piece of cake."
"Tch, always bragging. Just wait until you're calling us 'Dad' later."
With that parting shot, the two men ignored him and pushed their bikes into the pit to prepare for tire warm-up.
Yan Xiaoqiang also pushed his bike in and wrapped his tires with a tire warmer.
All three were using full slick tires. The two young men had new tires for the track, while Yan Xiaoqiang was still using his old ones.
They only covered the entrance fees; they wouldn't buy new tires for Yan Xiaoqiang, as a set of front and rear tires was quite expensive.
"Are you sure you want to race with this bike?"
The technician responsible for the pre-race inspection frowned upon seeing Yan Xiaoqiang's bike. Many poor people enjoyed cars, but he had never seen such a dilapidated vehicle before.
Yan Xiaoqiang nodded. They had agreed to race with their own bikes.
Seeing this, the track technician didn't say anything further. He briefly inspected the three vehicles, confirmed there were no major safety hazards, and then allowed them onto the track.
After warming up their tires, the three bikes emerged from the pit. They had only paid for one session, which was thirty minutes, so they had to finish quickly.
The rules they set were simple: everyone starts at the starting line, and whoever is ahead after thirty minutes wins.
Simple and direct, Yan Xiaoqiang liked it.
It was noon, and besides them, there were a dozen or so other people on the track, riding various sportbikes. Upon closer inspection, Yan Xiaoqiang's bike was the most worn-out one there.
Putting on their helmets, the three bikes were ready at the starting line. Yan Xiaoqiang, astride his old bike, stared intently ahead. He had taken a rare afternoon off today for these two thousand yuan.
"Kid, remember to shout loudly when you call us 'Dad' later."
The two men didn't take Yan Xiaoqiang seriously at all. They felt there was no possibility of losing, whether it was the bikes or the riders. How could two adults be inferior to a child?
Their riding skills had been trained by a master.
There were no traffic lights. One of them shouted, "Go!"
The three racing bikes launched simultaneously. The tractor-like roar of the RC390 emanated from beneath Yan Xiaoqiang.
With the rear wheel spinning at high speed, Yan Xiaoqiang's bike shot out from the starting position.
Among the three, only Yan Xiaoqiang knew how to do a launch start; the other two did not.
The engines roared, and the two Ninjas 400 fell behind the RC390 right from the start.
Why was this kid so fast off the line?
Seeing Yan Xiaoqiang ahead of them, both were stunned. How did he manage to get in front of them right at the start? Damn it, their instructor never taught them this.
But there was no time to think, as the first turn was fast approaching.
They began to apply what they had learned in their training class for entering the corner.
Yan Xiaoqiang, on the other hand, relied on the unconventional methods he had studied for years.
The RC390's tractor-like roar sped across the track. Yan Xiaoqiang was the first to reach the braking zone before turn one, with the other two following behind him.
Downshifting and braking, Yan Xiaoqiang's slender body straightened up instantly from a crouched position, allowing the oncoming airflow to hit his body, using his physical form to increase braking force.
It was a fairly standard professional braking technique.
The RC390, modified by Yan Xiaoqiang himself, reached 159 km/h on the straight before turn one, which wasn't very fast.
At this speed, the wind resistance during braking was still bearable for Yan Xiaoqiang's slender body.
If Yan Xiaoqiang could bear it, then the other two, who were bigger than him, could certainly do so.
Not only could they bear it, but their braking points were even later than Yan Xiaoqiang's. It couldn't be helped; they had better tires.
Seeing Yan Xiaoqiang brake so early, a hint of smugness appeared on both their faces.
They had just come out of training. They had endured so much hardship in training, and after learning, wasn't it all for showing off?
And Yan Xiaoqiang was their target.
This late braking allowed them to make up for the disadvantage from the start, and the three bikes were side-by-side.
The two men moved to the inside of the corner from behind, pushing Yan Xiaoqiang to the outermost line, which was the worst line for entering the turn.
However, Yan Xiaoqiang remained completely calm and composed.
Three bikes entering a corner side-by-side was a dangerous situation even in top-tier leagues. Yan Xiaoqiang dared not be careless and deliberately maintained a slight distance from the other two, not fighting for position.
Unlike these guys, Yan Xiaoqiang had extensive practical experience.
He often raced with other riders in abandoned schools, engaging in fierce battles with grassroots racers.
This was also the reason for his confidence. Grassroots racers had far more tricks up their sleeves than those who came from training. It wasn't that he looked down on training; Yan Xiaoqiang wished he had someone to teach him.
It was just that in his third-tier city, there were no proper racing training facilities. At best, they taught you how to navigate the track, and for overtaking and battling, they only taught the basics.
With three bikes side-by-side, three people leaning into the turn simultaneously, and being squeezed from both sides, the rider in the middle clearly began to panic.
His bike was neither leaning nor upright, afraid of hitting the one on his left, and also afraid of hitting the one on his right, completely unable to control the timing.
Because of this, his movements were half a beat slow.
Combined with Yan Xiaoqiang's larger lean angle, he was overtaken exiting the turn.