This is not how you drive a machine!

Chapter 185 Opening

"Han Yu! You unlucky thing!"

"Is there anyone who bullies me like you? Is there anyone who does?"

"Don't run away if you dare! I'll stuff you into the pigpen and compost you!"

May Liuhua, with disheveled hair and tears in her eyes, chased Han Yu who was running wildly along the path next to the maintenance house.

Zhou Yun crossed his legs and when he saw them, he couldn't help but recall the days when they did radio gymnastics together in the sunset.

"1 minutes 58 seconds."

After circling two or three times, he finally got rid of Liuhua completely. Han Yu stood in front of Bi Chen, panting, with a smile on his face.

"How is it, is it..."

"Boom!"

Bi Chen punched him directly: "Are you really going to die?"

"Playing with the downforce of the spiritual pressure to force the turning angle, do you think you are the Death Star?"

Looking at Han Yu's still smiling face, he rubbed his hair fiercely, feeling angry.

We may be bragging, but how come you really did it?

Han Yu wiped his sweaty forehead and said, "If it weren't for my idol, I really wouldn't know if this path was possible."

"Fortunately he didn't come here, otherwise he would have gone crazy."

Bi Chen stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned to look at the big screen: "To be honest, Ye Qing's 1 minute and 48 seconds is really strong. I can't beat him. I really can't beat him."

"I estimate that you should be the first place in this competition."

Han Yu smiled in his heart: "That's hard to say."

Watching the 18th round of the game that just ended, Zhou Yun rubbed his chin and smiled slightly.

"interesting."

"The 'Ashes' stamp increases the spiritual pressure drain of skills, allowing the balance of spiritual pressure and pressure to be disrupted instantly when the skill is released, thus achieving the effect of supplementing the deflection..."

"At the same time, it can also directly defend against the opponent's gate skills. Its self-protection ability is very strong."

"It's a pity that the suspension hasn't been modified properly and the center of gravity distribution is also problematic. Otherwise it could be more perfect."

"What's this kid's name?"

Zhou Yun glared with his Sharingan and turned to look at the two little ones who were hugging each other and shivering.

"What are you hiding from?"

"I'm not as dangerous as him."

Feng Ying rubbed Yin Ling's head and pointed at Zhou Yun from a distance: "Whenever you make this expression, it's inexplicably dangerous!"

Yinling's head shook along with the bells: "That's right, the bells have sounded the alarm!"

Zhou Yun smiled and continued, "You two decide who will accompany me on stage later."

The two kids looked at each other, and their newly formed alliance instantly split apart. They said in unison, "You go!"

Zhou Yun smiled, then took out a brochure of the Hot Wheels racetrack, and with his other hand he took out a pen and started writing and drawing on it.

Now anyone with a discerning eye can see that whoever gets Jiuyuan’s custom print will gain an advantage in the Light Year Selection Competition.

First, I’ll order it!
He looked up at the top of the leaderboard on the big screen in the auditorium and thought, "I have to score 1 points or more in 48 minute and 1342 seconds to get the custom print. Tsk, this is a bit risky."

Zhou Yun, who had never trained on this track before, suddenly felt it was a bit difficult.

"It would be nice if I could use a jackdaw."

Behind the Hot Wheels racetrack maintenance room, in a corner to the right of the A-area audience seats.

Lin Qinglei slumped in the chair like a cat, staring blankly at the drivers and managers whispering to each other below, stealing another half day of leisure.

"Hey, I don't know what Jiang Wuyang is doing. The Light Year Project was supposed to open tomorrow, but why is it postponed again?"

"worn out."

"I want to move."

Fortunately, today's press conference went smoothly, but the competition...

As she thought about it, she glanced at the big screen in the audience, looked at Ye Qing high above, and sighed in her heart.

Then she looked down again, her gaze sliding down to the tenth place in the standings, and only then did she see the name of the driver of this race.

"Not enough! Not enough at all."

The stamp collection made its debut in the competition, and although it was a more entertaining Hot Wheels obstacle course, it still needed a more intense reputation.

Not to mention defeating Ye Qing, at least get into the top five!
Although the members of the Lightyear Project are all newcomers, with the stamp collection, they can easily knock one of the top five down!

Only in this way can the new products in the print collection be popular enough.

"New racer XX from the Lightyear Project has surpassed the record of XX famous racer with his new sticker set."

How pleasant this sounds!

She tied up her long emerald green hair, put her legs on a chair in the audience seat in front to rest, then raised her hand to summon a bunch of fresh vines.

"Everyone in this class has almost forgotten that they are mecha girls..."

Soon, these vines formed a small cradle around her.

She gently placed the phone in it, shaking it and humming a little tune: "Go to sleep, go to sleep..."

After singing a few lines, her face turned red and she sat up suddenly.

No one will see it.

"Director Lin! It's broken, it's broken!"

"What's broken?" Lin Qinglei picked up all the vines in a second and turned to look at her assistant.

The assistant's face flushed. "Top ten! That newcomer from Team Nimbus 6 ran a 1:56! Our stamp set is showing a huge boost, and the drivers are generally responding well!"

"This isn't the top five, what can you say?"

Upon hearing this, the assistant's excited face froze instantly.

Yes, the plan was to be in the top five, but now we can’t even reach the tail end.

"Forget it, let's lower the hidden reward for breaking through the top five and give it to the eighth place driver."

"Yes!"

Lin Qinglei stood up, glanced at the darkening sky, stretched herself, and walked downstairs.

There are 4 rounds of competition in a group of 23 people. It is now the 20th round. Before the end, there should be no driver who can break into the top five.

"Everyone, cheer up, the game is about to end!"

In the audience, Zhou Yun was overjoyed as he watched the 22nd round of the competition begin.

“It’s good to have plenty of time.”

Although it was his first time running on the Hot Wheels track, he was already "fully prepared" in his mind.

The preparations are also fully prepared!

He lowered his head and carefully checked the notes he had taken on the Hot Wheels track.

Moreover, this track is different from other tracks. The Hot Wheels track is a 3D track, and the choice of cutting curves is also different.

Part of it is to refer to Euler geometry...

Based on 20 records and official Hot Wheels slalom data, the obstacles are mostly concentrated in the center of the corners...

At this moment, a magnetic voice suddenly came to his ears: "Zhou Yun, you..."

"WO~" Zhou Yun was so frightened that the notebook in his hand flew two meters away in an instant.

He turned around and looked at the calm Thor, wondering how come this robot girl walked without making any sound, it was so scary.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Jackdaw's Contractor."

"Your match is about to begin. Have you chosen the print you want to equip?"

Zhou Yun lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

"Ah."

"Um……"

"I say, have you two decided yet? Who wants to go on stage?"

The two little ones who were having a great time playing rock-paper-scissors suddenly remembered the purpose of rock-paper-scissors. "Yinling, you go!"

"No, Feng Ying, you go!"

"You should go ahead. I won't fight you for the milk tea this time. I'll even give you a mobile game for 648."

"No, no, no, it's only natural that you don't drink my milk tea. Besides, you still owe me three 648. If you go, I won't have to pay you back!"

The two kids bargained for a long time, their expressions gradually changing from nervous to serious.

"It turns out Guangyu owes us so much!"

"I must deduct her afternoon tea from now on!"

Zhou Yun, who was drinking Coke, almost spit it out. He wanted to ask again who was participating in the competition, but changed his mind.

Ask for it.

He directly picked up Feng Ying and said with a smile: "It's you. Come, Thunder God, give her a stamp."

"No wow!"

The western sky was already filled with fiery clouds.

As the race was coming to an end, the drivers and drivers on the field became depressed.

These new generation drivers had the opportunity to experience the new stickers firsthand, but they also witnessed the pressure from the top drivers in the S series.

Obviously, they all use the same method of opening the mecha, and the system and routines are all the same process.

Sometimes, when people look at mountains from afar, they seem small.

Only when you get close can you realize the grandeur of the mountain.

Bi Chen looked around at the people around him who were about the same age and sighed, "Hey, this is a chick."

Han Yu nodded in agreement: "Yeah, if you haven't trained for a few years, don't even think about ranking, especially in the S competition."

The two men crossed their arms, looking as if they were commenting on the country's situation.

At this time, Han Yu frowned tightly. It had been 22 rounds, and he still hadn't seen Zhou Yun, and there was no sign of Jackdaw on the field. Where did the boss go?
"Yes, there is still a long way to go..."

Just then, the broadcast of the final game sounded.

"The final race of the Jiuyuan Special Obstacle Course is about to begin. Please drive your mechas to the starting grid."

Zhou Yun drove the Fengying from the small path beside the maintenance channel and slowly drove the Fengying to the starting line.

He turned his head and looked at the periphery of the track.

The setting sun shone through the gaps between the skyscrapers, casting an orange-red hue on the edges of the buildings.

The sunlight penetrated through layers of glass, pierced through the night air, penetrated Feng Ying's car window, penetrated the window of his helmet, and shone into his eyes.

"Wan Yang is so beautiful, Feng Ying, don't you think so?"

"Wow! I, I, Zhou Yun, Zhou Yun, can we not take the reward?"

Feng Ying looked at the track going down ahead, feeling the rush of the head, and her teeth began to chatter.

Although the spiritual pressure magnetic track bound her firmly in place, the feeling of weightlessness still made her feel uneasy.

"Do you really want to run on this?"

Feeling the constant fear coming from the spiritual connection, Zhou Yun smiled and said, "Feng Ying, if you are afraid, just close your eyes and give your body completely to me."

"I, I know."

Feng Ying closed her eyes tightly and gave her body and mind completely to Zhou Yun. She knew what kind of disaster would be caused by the physical and mental discord between the driver and the driver on the track.

At this moment, she dared not move, thinking that no matter how scared she was, she had to grit her teeth and hold on.

"Yes, that's it. Follow my rhythm."

Zhou Yun took a last look at the beautiful scenery on the horizon, then looked at the track ahead with a sharp gaze.

"Please check your mecha girl's talent imprints, Jiuyuan's stamp set, and basic settings. The race will begin in 30 seconds."

After quickly going through Feng Ying's settings, Zhou Yun glanced at the opponents around him who were moving forward at the same pace. He stepped on the brake with one foot, the clutch with the other, and put his hand on the gear lever.

"1 minute and 48 seconds, Feng Ying, get ready."

On the telemetry platform in Area A, Jackdaw, who had been waiting all afternoon, looked at the familiar car on the starting line and quickly patted Garland on the back.

"Wreath! Look!"

"That's Zhou Yun. Super, super awesome!"

"If I didn't have a D-class module, I'd really like to race the Hot Wheels track with him."

Looking at the undisguised excitement on Jackdaw's face, Garland clicked her tongue and said, "What are you showing off for?"

Then she also smiled: "It would be great if my sister also had a contractor. I've been telling her for so many years, but she won't listen. She can't even participate in S7..."

"Wallace, the competition is about to begin!"

"Well, Jackdaw, let me see how good your contractor is."

In the audience, many people packed up their things and prepared to leave.

The game is about to end now, and everyone Han Yu is looking for is exhausted.

It’s the last game, why can’t he see any trace of Frost on the court?
Could it be that he got lost and didn’t attend?

"Disband, disperse. If it were you, I'd say we should just head to the podium and challenge the guy who stole your first place to a one-sided fight."

Bi Chen pulled Han Yu and said with a smile, "Whoever wins will take Jiuyuan's reward..."

Before he could finish, the roar of the engine suddenly sounded in the stadium.

Everyone present stopped and looked at the starting line in astonishment.

Now, there is only one person who can start the engine before departure and make such a loud noise.

Death Star, Zhou Yun.

Looking at the yellow car starting from the far right of the starting line, Bi Chen was stunned for a moment before he exclaimed, "Oh my god! Why is this guy here? Is he going to let me live?"

Han Yu looked at Feng Ying in the field, smiled at first, and then became confused.

Why didn't you use the Jackdaw?

"Countdown to start, 5, 4, 3..."

As the speed increased, Feng Ying felt that the engine in front of him was about to explode!
She gritted her teeth and tried hard to transfer her whole body and mind to Zhou Yun, wondering if this was how a jackdaw felt?

Endless fireflies emerged from her engine, and with the help of "Sparks Starting a Prairie Fire", soon more sparks emerged from each weak firefly.

From a distance, it looked like an orange-red ribbon was circling around her, floating into the air intakes of the other mecha girls on the starting line.

The 'sparks' instantly accumulated to the extreme, and Feng Ying felt as if magma was brewing in the spiritual pressure engine, hot and violent, as if it was going to completely melt the engine and burst it.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Feng Ying screamed loudly!

It's over!
It’s too scary. I never want to run with Zhou Yun again!
"Feng Ying, it's too late. The firefly show is about to begin."

Looking at the swooping slope in front of him that seemed to lead all the way to the abyss, Zhou Yun smiled and his blood boiled.

Why choose Fengying instead of Yinling?

Because Feng Ying has a terrifying linear acceleration comparable to that of a jackdaw, no, even slightly higher than that of a jackdaw!

Is there any track that is more suitable for her than this one?
"2, 1!"

As the announcement ended, the signal light flashed red for a moment and suddenly turned green.

Feeling the brake release, Feng Ying nervously opened her eyes, then quickly closed them in fear.

Immediately afterwards, she felt the engine erupt like a volcano, making an earth-shaking roar, and then the rear wheel twisted tightly for a moment, then quickly recovered.

And then……

She opened her eyes and found that she had rushed through the two-kilometer long dive section and came to the upward-rising side loop area.

The setting sun penetrates the layers of clouds and spreads over the Hot Wheels racetrack.

The light shone against the edge of the track and towards the audience seats. From a distance, the track looked like a golden and red feather belt floating in the clouds.

In the mottled light and mist, a flame-emitting, orange-red phantom was speeding along the ribbon.

Looking at the scene on the track from afar, Lin Qinglei, who was preparing to end the ceremony, was stunned.

"What a beauty……"

(End of this chapter)