CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 36: DRIVING SKILLS WORTHY OF A CAR GOD?

"Damn, Wang Xinrui truly deserves to be an A-level driver. She just managed to drive through that narrow space sideways..."

"Yeah, Wang Xinrui’s driving skills are probably the best in our H City, apart from the top few drivers. It’s incredible that such a young girl can drive like that. She’s only 19, right? Just thinking about her future achievements is terrifying..."

After Wang Xinrui’s McLaren P1 performed impossible driving skills, drifting sideways through a small alley, the car owners waiting at the red light were all shocked.

Then, they saw the McLaren P1 catching up to the pickup truck they previously despised, running parallel to it, leaving them puzzled for a moment.

They then saw Wang Xinrui in the McLaren P1, say something to the person inside the pickup truck, and saw the pickup truck accelerate and dash off.

The McLaren P1 followed closely behind.

"What? What’s happening? What’s that pickup doing? Does it want to compete with the McLaren P1?"

"Oh my, the driver of the pickup is completely overestimating himself, using a nearly broken-down junk car to race a Level 2 car driven by an A-level driver? Is he crazy?"

Everyone mocked the pickup truck’s owner as they watched it being chased by the McLaren P1.

"Haha, darling, look. The pickup seems to want to race against Wang Xinrui’s McLaren P1. Who do you think will win in the end?"

The purple-haired young man who had previously looked down on Ye Qiu’s pickup burst into derisive laughter upon seeing the chase begin on the straight road in front.

The seductive woman in his arms pinched him and said, "You’re so annoying, asking such silly questions. Of course, Wang Xinrui’s McLaren P1 will win!"

"Oh? My little darling, tell me why?"

"Hmph, asking knowingly. I’m not stupid," the seductive woman said. "That McLaren is a supercar, and that dilapidated pickup is just scrap metal. Anyone would know the McLaren P1 will definitely win. But hubby, I admire that boy driving the pickup for having the courage to race against the McLaren P1. Doesn’t he know he’ll lose in the end?"

"Hahahaha... That boy must have been hit by a door. Come on, let’s go have a look..."

With that, the purple-haired young man started his Ferrari, and the other drivers, also free, began chasing in the direction of the pickup and the McLaren P1.

Although they already knew the eventual outcome, 100% that the McLaren P1 would win, they still wanted to see how long the pickup could last and whether it would break down.

...

Lily Street spans 1300 meters. The surroundings are extremely bustling, not a pedestrian street, but still packed with people.

Roar.

At this moment, the sound of an engine roaring came, shocking everyone. Then they saw a dilapidated pickup truck speeding past at over 400KM per hour.

"Ah..."

Everyone was surprised, quickly moving against the walls, fearing they’d be hit by this pickup that looked like it could break down anytime.

But the pickup just swished by, stirring up a gust of wind, heading into the distance.

"What was that? Did I see correctly? Was that a pickup?"

"That speed? That was a pickup? No way, can a pickup go that fast? Hey, hey, look, a McLaren P1 is catching up."

As people were still in shock from the pickup’s impressive speed, they saw a McLaren P1 speeding up behind, appearing to chase the pickup.

"Oh wow, it’s a McLaren P1. And judging by its license plate, my God, it’s Wang Xinrui’s Level 2 race car."

"Who’s Wang Xinrui? Oh, I remember, she’s the A-level driver from Jiying Racing Team. She drives that modified Level 2 McLaren P1. But why is she behind the pickup?"

People were puzzled, and then someone exclaimed loudly. At the end of Lily Street was a round flower pond, filled with sculptures and various bright flowers planted around it.

The round flower pond was surrounded by a traffic circle, to leave Lily Street for the next street, the route required driving around the traffic circle.

What surprised everyone was that the pickup truck that had astonished them earlier with its speed was now braking at the traffic circle, drifting so closely to the inner edge, about 2 centimeters away, in a manner that seemed ready to collide, yet it drifted...

"Wow! It’s drifting! Did I see correctly? The pickup truck is actually drifting..."

"Quick, look, look! The pickup’s front is so close! I don’t think my fingers can fit through. Quickly, take pictures and upload them online, this pickup is amazing."

As people began photographing and uploading the pickup’s perfect drift, Ye Qiu was calmly controlling the pickup’s steering wheel with one arm, indifferently stepping on the brake and leaning against the window while performing the perfect drift that astounded everyone.

He even had the presence of mind to glance behind him, noticing the McLaren P1 parked by the flower pond, not drifting through the curve, and slightly frowned: "What’s wrong? Why aren’t you chasing? I waited for you to see how you would drift around the curve. If you’re not following, I won’t wait."

After Ye Qiu spoke, he noticed the McLaren P1 still not moving, so he shook his head: "Since that’s the case, I’m leaving."

With that, Ye Qiu stomped on the brake, then slammed on the accelerator. The pickup shot forward with a roar, rounding the traffic circle and brushing past the McLaren P1, which was separated by the guardrail.

Through the car window, Ye Qiu glanced towards the McLaren P1 and seemed a bit dazzled when seeing a girl inside.

But since the other wasn’t chasing him, he didn’t wait. With a tap on the accelerator, the dashboard instantly entered the red zone, and the pickup sped toward the Automobile Guild.

Inside the McLaren P1, Wang Xinrui had stopped the car before the traffic circle, not entering it, entirely shocked by Ye Qiu’s close, powerful drift technique.

She had never seen anyone who could drift so perfectly.

At that moment, Wang Xinrui thought, could that guy be Situ Yang?

But then she wondered, did Situ Yang have such skills?

Thinking of this, Wang Xinrui was startled.

Situ Yang was a three-star Bronze Car King, but who was driving that pickup truck?

At this moment, Wang Xinrui couldn’t be sure.

At this point, sitting in her McLaren P1, Wang Xinrui saw that when the pickup truck brushed past her, the young man inside glanced at her and then sped away.

"Has he been waiting for me?" Wang Xinrui understood instantly, tightly gripping the steering wheel with her delicate hands.

"Who on earth is this guy? How is he so skilled!" At this moment, instead of dejection from losing, Wang Xinrui’s eyes were filled with curious wonder.

"I must find out who you are!" she thought, as Wang Xinrui started her McLaren P1 and then drifted inside the curve at the roundabout ahead.

But it was obvious that compared to Ye Qiu’s pickup truck, there was a huge gap. Ye Qiu’s pickup was only 2 centimeters from the inner curve and maintained this distance continuously while drifting through the roundabout.

However, Wang Xinrui’s distance was nearly 30 centimeters and the drift ended before the final curve.

"Sigh, it seems the gap between me and that guy is quite large." Wang Xinrui realized she lost, sighed, and drove the McLaren P1 in Ye Qiu’s direction.

...

"What, how is this possible? The McLaren P1 lost? Wang Xinrui lost?"

"No, it can’t be true, did I see that right? Was the pickup truck only 2 centimeters away in the curve? And maintained speed throughout the curve?"

"This, this? Was that really a pickup? Who on earth is that guy?"

Previously, those who taunted Ye Qiu while waiting at the red light were filled with shock after witnessing the scene.

And the purple-haired young man blocking the Ferrari, who was taunting Ye Qiu’s pickup with the seductive beauty in his car, saying they’d see the pickup crash into the flower bed soon.

But the final result was far beyond their expectations.

"H-how is this possible, did I see this right?" The purple-haired young man rubbed his eyes.

That seductive beauty also held her exposed chest, clearly shocked as well.

"Pinch me, tell me this isn’t real, how could a pickup be that skilled, even Wang Xinrui’s McLaren P1 was completely defeated by him."

The purple-haired young man seemed somewhat collapsed, couldn’t believe this was true, until the seductive beauty pinched him, making him feel pain, then he dumbly swallowed and lay on the steering wheel crying.

"Wuwu, my goddess, my Xinrui, my idol, actually lost to a punk in a pickup truck, ahh, who can I talk to about this..."

Not only did the purple-haired young man think this, but those who believed Wang Xinrui could easily defeat Ye Qiu’s pickup also beat their chests and stamped their feet, refusing to believe this was true.

Some even called it a supernatural event.

And those who filmed the whole scene on video quickly uploaded it online, causing a huge stir on the internet.

The small group of people who previously spoke for the pickup instantly seemed blessed, starting to counter those who had mocked them and disdained the pickup.

Meanwhile, major news outlets, Weibo, Tieba, and other hot news headlines were overwhelmed by an article titled: Pickup spotted on street, defeats McLaren, driving skills worthy of a Car God!

...

Just as the whole city was shaken by the news, the protagonist of the event, Ye Qiu, drove his rundown pickup truck slowly to the doorway of the Automobile Guild and parked.

The Automobile Guild is a 10-story building with a full-metal feel.

Above the entrance of this building, the huge letters of Automobile Guild were very prominent.

In front of the building, a gigantic sculpture of a world championship trophy stood in the middle, with big characters engraved below:

Do you dream of racing?

Ye Qiu stopped at the doorway of the Automobile Guild, not entering immediately, but was surprised to hear the system prompt in his mind:

"Ding, the system rewards the host 500 Popularity Points."

"Ding, the system rewards the host 2000 Popularity Points."

"Ding, the system will reward the host 5000 Popularity Points in the future."

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