264: Chapter 253 You Are Very Impressive 264: Chapter 253 You Are Very Impressive At the time they were talking, someone had already gone into the club to apply for the racetrack, and then specialized personnel came out to open the track and take some safety measures.
“May I use your car?” Song Yun turned to Xiao Qian and said.
Xiao Qian tossed her car keys to Song Yun and said, “You just hope that you can win, otherwise I’ll drive back to Yu Hang right away.
No one can touch me in Yu Hang’s territory.
As for the consequences of losing, you alone will bear them.”
“Fine, fine, fine,” Song Yun waved his hand, impatient, and got into the car.
About ten minutes later, a man in work clothes came to report that the racetrack was ready, and the race could begin.
At the same time, the clubhouse broadcasted this news through loudspeakers, to remind the club members to go to the racetrack to enjoy the race.
Many people come to the club not to race, but to watch others race.
Hearing that there was a race to watch, and that both participants were very interesting characters, made it exciting.
Bai Mao had started learning car racing with his cousin at the age of seventeen, and now had more than a decade of experience.
He had also won first place at the Sunan Racing Meet held by SS, earning him the nickname “Racing God,” ranking him within the top twenty in the nation.
To others, Song Yun seemed like a rookie, daring to challenge Bai Mao as a calf unafraid of tigers.
Whether it was true skill or just showing off in front of women, people were very curious.
Sitting in the sports car, Song Yun began to get familiar with its mechanics and slowly drove onto the racetrack.
“How many laps shall we run?” Bai Mao lowered the car window and asked Song Yun.
“Let’s decide the winner in three laps; I don’t like races that go dozens of laps,” said Song Yun.
“Three laps, okay then,” nodded Bai Mao.
“Although it won’t showcase true skill, I value results more than skills.” In their races, it was usually a minimum of several laps, the first three laps being just warm-ups, followed by intense racing showcasting real skills with leading and chasing making it blood-pumping.
Soon, all personnel were in place.
A beautiful woman in a black lace dress walked in front of the two cars, holding a torch.
She stretched out three fingers, then two, then one.
A gust of wind passed and the two cars zoomed past her.
The lace on her dress was torn by the strong wind, turning into two strips of cloth fluttering in the air, leaving her standing there, her whole body exposed, provocative and titillating.
“Hurry up and pass that pretty boy,” not only was the race between the two drivers, but also between the spectators in the stands; normally, racing divided them into two camps.
Trading barbs during matches was the most satisfying, but today was different.
Everyone sided with Bai Mao, and on Song Yun’s side, there was only Xiao Qian.
The big guys couldn’t very well swear at Xiao Qian, so they focused all their attention on the race, constantly shouting at the two cars.
“Song Yun, Song Yun, one lap has passed and Bai Mao is still leading.
How could you possibly win?” Xiao Qian shook her head, got up to leave her seat.
But just as she turned around, she suddenly heard a thunderous roar of curses from the stands.
If you listened carefully, it seemed like Song Yun had suddenly accelerated at a curve, smoothly drifting past Bai Mao’s car, overtaking him.
Xiao Qian quickly ran to the railing and saw that it was indeed Song Yun who was now in the lead.
Her mouth agape, she murmured, “You bastard, what have you done?
Your racing skills are even better than Bai Mao’s, how is this possible?”
When Song Yun and Bai Mao had finalized the race details, Xiao Qian had already assumed that Song Yun would lose, and lose badly – at least lagging by two laps.
But it seemed the situation was different now.
In the second lap, Song Yun had fully displayed his driving skills.
Not only had he completed a masterful close-edge overtaking on the curve, but he also fiercely left Bai Mao behind by constantly accelerating.
Watching the race car accelerate to its limit, Xiao Qian suddenly felt a surge of excitement.
It seemed the man her sister favored wasn’t completely worthless after all.
Three laps weren’t very long; it would only take seven or eight minutes to determine the winner.
When Song Yun drove past the finish line, everyone’s hearts at the scene seemed to skip a beat.
All excuses—like being timid, shy, or not knowing how to race—were just that, excuses.
With his innocuous face, he had deceived them all, making them feel like they were pigs, pigs ready for the slaughter.
Although the bets among these people weren’t large, the bookie had lost a huge sum.
With a one-to-twenty payout, Song Yun’s one million plus Xiao Qian’s made it two million, requiring a payment of forty million.
Although he could afford the forty million—about the price of two or three sports cars—no one wanted to frivolously hand over so much money to someone else.
The bookie, looking at his female companion, laughed bitterly and said, “Do I look like a donkey?”
“Not at all, you’re too handsome to be a donkey,” the woman flattered him.
“Alas, I really am a donkey, giving others money and still having to grind for them,” the man lamented, banging his head hard against a nearby pillar, causing his companion to tremble.
After the cars were turned off, Song Yun got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, leaning comfortably against the car door.
How long had it been since he’d felt this adrenaline rush?
He only remembered once racing a foreigner to a draw, a man named Schumacher.
That race had taken tremendous effort to end in a draw, and it seemed his years of driving had not been in vain.
“You’re quite impressive,” Bai Mao said after getting out of the car, his expression serious.
“Just average, the third best in the world,” Song Yun responded modestly, waving his hand.
“Don’t get cozy with me; we can’t nullify the stakes we agreed on.”
“Of course, it won’t be nullified.
I’m a man of my word; what I lose to you, I won’t take back,” Bai Mao replied, lighting a cigarette.
“But who taught you to race?
An ordinary person couldn’t reach your level.
Just that overtaking move at the curve was master-class.”
“I didn’t really learn from anyone, just self-taught,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“You were smart too, hitting the brakes.”
“I’m really happy to have competed with you today.
Your skills have shown me there’s always someone better.
I look forward to our next encounter,” Bai Mao said, sincerely shaking hands with Song Yun.