De Zi, standing here, was also stunned in front of the screen. At this moment, his computer page was also frozen on Lin Yan's homepage.
It wasn't that Lin Yan's historical record was particularly impressive, but rather what was next to Lin Yan's historical record that was truly earth-shattering.
Lin Yan's historical record showed a 68-game winning streak. He had won 68 consecutive matches. Since registering his account, he had played 68 matches in total, all of which he had won, not a single loss. This in itself was not too much of a problem; De Zi and the others could achieve this by registering new accounts and climbing from the bottom.
What truly terrified them was the lap record next to Lin Yan's record. Anyone who had played racing games knew that historical records not only included the ranking of each match but also the lap records for each race.
Lin Yan's lap records totaled sixteen, which were:
"Well, he's indeed quite skilled, but there's no need to watch for so long, is there? It's just over eighty consecutive wins. I remember De Zi even had a streak of nearly two hundred wins before."
Someone in the bullet comments felt that their reaction was a bit exaggerated.
"The one upstairs, look at his lap times. The point isn't the number of consecutive wins, but the lap times that follow."
"These lap times are too amazing, much faster than Wu Huang and the others next door. The time difference is almost double digits!"
"......"
After sending the friend request, De Zi looked at it but received no response. As expected... the other party was likely a professional racer.
This game did have cheats, but the official crackdown was very strict. Someone with such an impressive record might have been secretly investigated countless times, so it couldn't be fake.
While they were still discussing, Lin Yan had already enjoyed a delicious meal.
"Didn't I tell you to stop working? Why are you starting again?"
Lin Yan took a sip of lemon juice and looked sternly at Su Mo Jin, who was once again looking at her laptop.
The young girl sat opposite him at the dining table, eating her steak while her eyes were glued to the computer screen. Sensing the slight anger in Lin Yan's tone, Su Mo Jin looked up at him and said softly with a hint of coquettishness.
"It's just that their two families are making a fuss. I'm curious to see. Don't worry, I'll only watch for a little while, and the workload isn't much."
Su Mo Jin was very interested in the stock market and kept staring at her computer. Seeing this, Lin Yan didn't stop her. On other matters, his beloved wife was always obedient to him, but when it came to work, she basically turned a deaf ear to him after he finished speaking.
Dad told me you don't like finance, so I have to work hard. Otherwise, how can I be a good housekeeper in the future? This big family needs someone to look after it, doesn't it?
Su Mo Jin's words echoed in Lin Yan's mind. Lin Yan smiled helplessly.
Lin Yan had complete confidence in his wife and didn't worry too much about her. After finishing his meal, he leisurely lay down on the bedroom bed to sleep.
This day's life was so comfortable!
Lying on the bed, Lin Yan began to sort through what he had done in the half-year since he transmigrated here.
Four Grand Prix wins, the Isle of Man TT win, the eight-hour endurance race win, and the twenty-four-hour endurance race win. Since arriving in this world, he had won seven championships in top-tier competitions.
If nothing unexpected happened, he would win even more.
However, these were not things he needed to consider for now. His focus had already shifted to his wife and children.
His master's mission was also very important, but with his current strength, unless a once-in-a-millennium genius appeared, it would be possible to hinder his path to winning championships. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to achieve solely by relying on the currently known riders.
Lin Yan currently had a deep understanding of his physical fitness and strength. With his efforts over the past six months, his physical fitness had reached almost the same level as in his previous life.
Of course, this was referring to physical fitness. In some aspects, he was still lacking. However, compared to his previous life, he had an unparalleled advantage in this life: his heart.
This was the heart of a twenty-year-old, and it was an untrained heart. This was Lin Yan's greatest innate talent in this life. In this life, his heart rate during races was even lower than in his previous life.
He had the strength, and his heart was the capital for him to continue cycling, just like his master, Luo Xi.
In Lin Yan's opinion, his master Luo Xi's most astonishing talent was his extremely low heart rate.
Lin Yan knew very well how incredible his master's heart was.
Speaking of which, his two masters had a very strange yet somewhat contradictory record.
The "Horse King" was currently the youngest world champion in GP history, winning the top-tier overall championship at the age of twenty, marking the beginning of a legend. Luo Xi, on the other hand, was the opposite. Aside from his nine world championship titles, he held the record for the oldest Grand Prix race winner, winning a race at the age of 38.
As everyone knows, in the fierce competition of GP history, the rider with the longest career was the nine-time champion Luo Xi.
He was the last world champion of GP500 in history and the first world champion of MotoGP. His career began at the age of 11 participating in mini-motorcycle races and ended at the age of 41 when he retired, a career spanning 31 years.
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ps: MotoGP has three eras: WGP, GP500, and the current MotoGP.
WGP: A very long era, with street races and no dedicated tracks. One of the Grand Prix circuits from this era is very familiar to you.
GP500 many years later: Two-stroke racing motorcycles. To put it simply, they were bikes that required kicking forcefully to start (though competition bikes were not like that).
Finally, it was renamed to the current GP, and Boss Luo was the person who straddled the two eras.