CHAPTER 92: CHAPTER 82: YOU’RE BOTH INCOMPETENT AND A SHOWOFF (PART 2)

At this time, the few companions who came with Hashimoto Ichiro started to clamor: "Hashimoto, since you’re at the track, use a race to solve the problem."

"Teach this kid a lesson and show him your skills."

"Hashimoto, have some fun with this little guy, just take it as a pastime."

Their tone was more playful, completely dismissing Chen Xiangbei, thinking he was just some reckless newcomer courting death.

"Kid, did you hear? Dare to race on the track?"

Hashimoto Ichiro gradually regained his composure; he didn’t come to the Suzuka Circuit to fight. This kid with Hoshino Yoshi on the track should also be a racer.

Then solve the problem in the way racers do.

"Hashimoto, I think you should let it go."

Hoshino Yoshi uncharacteristically advised.

Upon hearing this, Hashimoto Ichiro instead laughed, thinking that he was scared for real.

"If you don’t dare to race, you can admit defeat now and bow to apologize obediently."

Unexpectedly, Hoshino Yoshi shook his head and said, "No, I think you are bound to lose."

Hoshino Yoshi looked a bit helpless; whether it was the lap times on the racing simulator this morning or the lap times Principal Nakajima informed him of yesterday in the rain, all demonstrated Chen Xiangbei’s extreme control over the Suzuka Circuit.

Not to mention Hashimoto Ichiro; even if Tsuchiya Keiichi were to come over now, he might not be able to outperform Chen Xiangbei. So what is the need for a race?

"You think this can bluff me?"

Hashimoto Ichiro didn’t believe it at all, pointing at Chen Xiangbei and throwing down a challenge: "Kid, the track awaits you."

Saying this, he turned and walked down the steps, getting into his Nissan GTR.

Seeing these circumstances, Hoshino Yoshi looked apologetic, saying: "Sorry, Xiangbei, for getting you involved."

"It doesn’t matter, just take it as fun."

Chen Xiangbei didn’t mind at all; racing against an opponent like Hashimoto Ichiro on the track was as easy and simple as a post-meal workout.

Seeing Chen Xiangbei’s nonchalance, Hoshino Yoshi couldn’t help but remind: "Xiangbei, don’t take it too lightly. Hashimoto’s car is a GTR R32, professionally modified, with a focus on mountain roads."

"Although it hasn’t significantly increased horsepower, the output on wheels still exceeds 350, and adjustments to weight reduction and body ratio will make it perform well on the track."

"If you don’t have a good car, the pressure to win will still be substantial."

Thinking about it, Hoshino suddenly thought of a question and asked: "Xiangbei, do you have a car?"

Chen Xiangbei only arrived in Japan two days ago as a new Chinese trainee. He probably didn’t buy or modify a car so quickly; what would he race with against Hashimoto Ichiro?

"I’ll rent one at the track."

Indeed, Chen Xiangbei had no car, but here at the Suzuka Circuit, there were plenty of rental companies.

Moreover, with the status of a Honda racing trainee, there were discounts and no need for accompanying personnel.

"The rentals are in poor condition."

Hoshino Yoshi shook his head and replied; rental performance cars on the track often ended up like shared cars in later years.

Anyway, it wasn’t their car, so they didn’t care. Long-term high-intensity aggressive driving would wear out even a good car. If not properly maintained, the car’s condition might be worse than the original version.

"No problem, it will suffice."

After saying this, Chen Xiangbei stood up and headed directly to the rental place below the maintenance station.

This action shocked even Hashimoto Ichiro’s group.

What the hell, seen show-offs before but never one so adept at it.

It’s the first time seeing someone without even a car dare to boast about racing Tsuchiya Keiichi’s apprentice!

At this time, Qin Qiuyu, originally unwilling to intervene, showed a serious expression.

She wasn’t familiar with Chen Xiangbei, trying to advise him was just out of goodwill; whatever choice he made next had nothing to do with her.

But losing the race was just losing face; a person without a car probably wouldn’t race. Forcing himself onto the track might cost him his life!

Thinking about this, Qin Qiuyu hesitated, finally biting her lip and walked over to Chen Xiangbei, saying: "Hey, if you don’t know racing, don’t force it; it’s very dangerous!"

At this time, Chen Xiangbei was already at the car rental and chose an Infiniti G35 as his vehicle.

This car is not a traditional performance car; initially, its target was to compete against the BMW 3 Series, and with its wider interior space and lower price, it was once popular in the European and American markets.

However, for track driving, spacious interior space means a larger body size, actually disadvantageous for handling.

But as a rental, this was a plus. Precisely because it was hard to handle, fewer people drove it aggressively, so its condition was relatively better.

Moreover, it was equipped with a 3.5L V6 engine, and the power output response was quite good. And as a luxury brand from Nissan, the Infiniti had a good chassis feel, making it the best choice within the available options.

And most importantly, this car was left-hand drive!

"Can you race?"

Chen Xiangbei, in response to Qin Qiuyu’s advice, only asked one question.

"I’m talking about your situation now."

Qin Qiuyu didn’t directly answer, the answer being quite apparent.

"If you don’t know how to race, don’t mix with this crowd; the passenger seat is very dangerous."

Chen Xiangbei, having been a racer for two lifetimes and having raced underground before, knew very well what these people were all about.

Among underground racers, those with high quality aiming for speed extremes were ultimately few; most were only out to look cool and impress women, and their driving skills were generally lacking.