Unlike his sister, Jiang Qimo’s style was more conservative, but even if he weren't, he might not have been able to keep up with her.
Jiang Qiyan possessed exceptional talent in racing; otherwise, her father wouldn't have arranged for her to learn it.
After navigating turn nine, Jiang Qiyan’s second sector lap time was revealed, still in red.
“Another red sector, two reds in a row. Good heavens, it seems the pole position for this race is all but decided.”
“Speaking of which, where’s that arrogant kid from earlier?”
“Isn’t he right up ahead? This young lady is about to catch up to him.”
“Tch, with this kind of skill, he was showing off earlier? I thought he was something special. He should go back to farming.”
The fan who said this was sitting in the stands not far from the start line. They had seen some of what had happened earlier and understood some of the reasons behind it.
Initially, there was a distance between Jiang Qiyan and the driver ahead of her, but because her speed was so incredibly high, she soon caught up.
There were two drivers ahead of her, and one of them was Li Xiao.
The remaining nine turns were very suitable for overtaking, and Jiang Qiyan certainly wouldn't let the two people in front of her hinder her lap time. At turn eleven, a late brake allowed her to pass one cleanly and swiftly.
“That’s a good overtake, clean and decisive,”
Venarese commented.
Lin Yan also nodded. This woman indeed had some talent, and the one following closely behind her also seemed decent.
More composed, but still a promising talent.
Although Jiang Qimo was slower, he was still ranked fourth on the leaderboard, with two red sectors on his second lap as well.
Soon, after a few maneuvers, Jiang Qiyan caught up to Li Xiao ahead.
Two RS660s sped along the track, one in front of the other, creating a gust of wind.
The third sector lap time was out, still red.
After closing the gap, she used the same overtaking method as before, a late brake to get the job done, simple and fast.
“Her skill is far superior to these people. She’s talented, it’s just a shame she’s a woman,”
Luoxi also remarked, though her evaluation wasn't particularly high. Despite being a prodigy, she wasn't yet at the absolute pinnacle of genius.
Jiang Qiyan was eighteen and a half years old. Reaching this level placed her as a prodigy among Easterners, but in the eyes of Westerners, she was merely considered quite talented.
This was the difference between domestic and international standards. In Luoxi’s view, the only person among Easterners who could be considered a true prodigy was Lin Yan, and he was undoubtedly a peerless genius.
He hadn’t participated in…
Jiang Qimo had fallen hard. Still on the ground, two staff members immediately lifted him onto a stretcher and carried him off the track. Regardless, they needed to get him away from the racing line, as it was too dangerous there.
With Jiang Qimo taken away, the remaining staff began clearing the wreckage of the racing car from the track.
“The kid up ahead was pretty ruthless.”
Seeing the scene, even the usually jovial foreigner with a beard spoke calmly, his face serious.
“Tell Zhang Mingzhi that this kid doesn’t need to compete anymore.”
Lin Yan directly ordered the confiscation of the young man’s right to participate in further races.
Such unsportsmanlike defensive driving was no different from that of a murderer on the track.
“Young Master, this might be inappropriate. There are so many people here, and this action is against the rules. At this juncture, it could be exploited.”
“Don’t worry about these things.”
How others outside might perceive it was their concern; Lin Yan would not allow such a person to remain on the track.
With his eyesight, he knew instantly that Li Xiao had acted intentionally.
Zhang Mingzhi hung up the phone and instructed someone to carry out the order.
Successfully navigating the last few turns, Jiang Qiyan came off the track before the time was up and parked her car.
Jiang Qiyan intended to look back to see why her brother wasn't following, but when she turned, she couldn't even see a trace of him. Instead, she saw a few staff members in the distance clearing racing car debris from the track. Seeing this, Jiang Qiyan had a bad premonition.
Being carried by two staff members, Jiang Qimo clutched his right hand tightly, clearly in pain.
He couldn’t understand how he had crashed on such a safe overtaking line…
After being taken to the emergency center, the examination results came out shortly: Jiang Qimo had fractured his right wrist.
“Brother, who did this? I’m going to teach them a lesson.”