AWB Chapter 248 Even my grandpa could drive faster than you.
Chapter 248 Even my grandpa could drive faster than you.
As she spoke, she deftly twirled the P1 car key between her fingers, its metallic gleam particularly dazzling in the sunlight.
Ye Fan's gaze shifted from the empty racetrack to the sharp lines and poised McLaren P1 beside him, and then to Gu Yuejia's expectant face.
A primal urge, a desire for speed and mechanical control, mixed with the impulse to experience realms untouched in his previous life, quietly rose within him.
He gazed at the winding black track, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Finally, a hint of eager anticipation curved his lips: "Let's try it out with a couple of laps!"
Ye Fan took a deep breath and sat down in the McLaren P1's highly supportive racing seat.
He adjusted the seat position, his fingers brushing across the carbon fiber steering wheel, feeling its cold touch and intricate texture.
ignition.
"boom--!!!"
An engine roar, even more ferocious and unrestrained than in the underground parking garage, suddenly erupted, like a sleeping behemoth awakening completely in its exclusive territory.
The deep, resonant sound echoed across the empty track, making people's eardrums buzz and igniting a flame in Ye Fan's heart.
He released the brake, lightly pressed the accelerator, and the P1 smoothly drove onto the pit lane, merging into the black ribbon that symbolizes speed and freedom—the main track.
"Boss, there's a long straight road ahead! Step on the gas! Speed up!" Gu Yuejia shouted excitedly from the passenger seat, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, like a professional navigator.
At this moment, the track in front of Ye Fan was perfectly straight, so he had nothing to fear and stepped on the gas.
Om-!
The turbocharger kicked in instantly! The exhaust note abruptly escalated from a low growl to a piercing shriek tearing through the air! The powerful surge of acceleration felt like an invisible giant hand slamming Ye Fan hard against the seat back!
On the instrument panel, the tachometer needle swept wildly to the right, and the speedometer numbers jumped at a heart-stopping pace.
110...130...150...170...190...
The roar of the engine, the high-frequency noise of the tires rubbing against the road, and the whistling of the wind all blended into a huge torrent, assaulting Ye Fan's eardrums and nerves!
Blood seemed to rush to his head. The brief dizziness brought on by the surge of adrenaline and the extreme speed made his scalp tingle. Even Gu Yuejia's excited shouts next to him became indistinct.
At this moment, the McLaren P1 truly unleashed its soul!
In the city, it is merely an elegant beast, but on this open racetrack, it is the king of beasts, freed from all shackles and returning to the mountains and forests!
There's a bend ahead.
Ye Fan subconsciously released the accelerator, applied the brakes to slow down, and turned the steering wheel instinctively.
Buzz—Zzz...
The P1 exhibits top-notch mechanical quality and electronic assistance systems, with exceptionally stable body posture, smoothly gliding through corners, and tires emitting a slight and pleasant friction sound, as precise as a scalpel!
As he exited the corner, Ye Fan floored the accelerator again!
"Whoosh—!" The roar of the engine filled the cockpit once again!
Accelerate! Take the corner! Accelerate again!
A lap was completed in just over a minute.
Ye Fan slowly drove the car back to the starting area and stopped. His hands were still gripping the steering wheel tightly, his fingertips trembling slightly from the force, his chest heaving violently, and even a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
An unprecedented excitement, a mixture of exhilaration, stimulation, and a sense of conquest, surged through my body.
He finally understood why Gu Yuejia was so obsessed with this!
This feeling is addictive!
"Phew..." Ye Fan let out a long breath, a satisfied and exhilarating smile spreading across his face. The feeling of wanting more was so strong. Without needing to say anything more, he restarted the engine and rejoined the track!
One lap! Two laps! Three laps!
With each turn, he braked a little later and pushed the limits a little deeper; with each acceleration, he felt the pure thrill of the surging power more clearly.
When he finally brought the P1 back to its original position with satisfaction, he was still immersed in the exhilarating afterglow of the speed he had just experienced.
As soon as the car door opened a crack, Gu Yuejia jumped out as nimbly as a cheetah that had been locked up for a long time and was finally allowed to roam freely. She couldn't wait to walk around to the driver's side and said, "The boss told me to go for a couple of laps. You were driving way too slowly just now."
She gestured excitedly, saying, "Boss, you braked three or four car lengths too early on that S-curve! And when you accelerated out of the curve, you were too gentle on the accelerator! Being fast on curves is what really matters. Everyone knows how to pick up food at a banquet, right? You don't need to slow down that much when cornering. I was so anxious watching you drive like that. You didn't even bring out the beast's temper! My grandpa could drive faster than you."
Ye Fan: "..."
He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. Although he knew he was a novice on the track and his skills were really average, he still felt a little embarrassed to be so bluntly belittled by a "young woman" for his driving skills, especially since she had just been riding in his car.
He could only smile helplessly, rubbing his ears which were still numb from the engine noise. He was too embarrassed to argue, after all, compared to Gu Yuejia, a "veteran driver" who treated the racetrack like his own backyard, he was just a novice who had just learned to "pick up food".
She looked at Ye Fan, her eyes shining brightly: "Boss, aren't you coming with me? I'll show you what real 'ground-hugging flight' is! I guarantee you'll experience textbook-level line control and drifting cornering!"
"No need, I've already driven around several times, I just need some fresh air," Ye Fan quickly refused.
Get in her car? Only someone with a screw loose would do that. He'd already experienced it on the street, but this was a racetrack. He was Gu Yuejia's boss, after all, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of her.
Seeing Ye Fan's resolute attitude, Gu Yuejia's face was filled with immense disappointment, like a punctured balloon. But she still muttered under her breath, unwilling to give up, "Okay, sigh... what a pity. Boss, although I'm a girl, my lap time on this track is among the top three. I guarantee it'll be fast and stable."
His tone was filled with regret that he hadn't been able to show his boss his true abilities.
Ye Fan pretended not to hear and put his hands in his pockets.
......
Gu Yuejia took the keys, but before she could even open the car door, a male voice, deliberately intimate yet somewhat arrogant, came from the other side of the P area: "Gu Yuejia."
The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the empty racetrack.
Gu Yuejia frowned and turned her head, only to see a group of seven people walking towards her.
The leader was an exceptionally tall and robust man, estimated to be nearly 1.9 meters tall.
He was wearing a tight black sleeveless vest, and his deliberately bulging biceps and full chest muscles bulged in the sunlight, clearly indicating that he was a regular at the gym.