This is not how you drive a machine!

Chapter 227 The final game
"We are now on lap 39."

"After two laps of close combat with Zhou Yun, Han Yu was slowed down, and the gap between him and Jiang Xiyue was nearly 4 kilometers."

"However, after these two laps of acceleration, he has gradually found his rhythm and surpassed the 18th-place qualifying position. The gap with Jiang Xiyue is about 3.5 kilometers, and the gap with Zhou Yun is also widening."

"In non-drift mode, Jackdaw's cornering performance is too limited, and his talent runes are not very friendly to the late game. Now the gap has been opened to about 1.5 kilometers..."

Listening to the commentary, Chen Shuo's nervous fingers dug into the armrest of the sofa, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

The cool weather did not bring him any cool feeling.

The feeling that everything was out of his control made his heart beat fast and he cursed.

Stop playing with me!
The last time Zhou Yun had the same huge gap, he managed to catch up!
They are all devils.

However, he could do nothing now, like an emperor being put on trial.

"And Jiang Xiyue overtook one more place and came behind the 8th place."

"You know, every improvement in the top ten rankings is worth a racer's full effort. Right now, she's caught in the middle of a wave of skills, but facing this kind of battlefield, she's no longer surprised."

"Following a series of feints, Qingluan's flames affected the tires of the car in front, reducing its top speed on the Great Wall Circuit. Could it be..."

"Sure enough, after leaving the Great Wall, she overtook another person! But her tire was also hit. Fortunately, [Wu Jiu] blocked it, but the left rear tire is in danger!"

The flower fields on the track became more and more lush, and even though the rain was heavy, it could not knock down the wild flowers that were growing wildly.

"Brother Ye, how much more do I need?"

"Around the 3-kilometer mark, you can adjust your cornering rhythm appropriately, so that you can go even faster on the Great Wall track."

Ye Qing's voice in the channel sounded somewhat relaxed, as if he had put down the burden of many years.

"Zhou Yun's new running style can only last for about two and a half laps. If you take advantage of this period and increase the distance by more than 3 kilometers, it will be equivalent to wearing away Zhou Yun's two laps of power."

After adjusting his breathing, Han Yu tensed up his slightly tired spirit again.

After two rounds of hand-to-hand combat, he deeply understood Zhou Yun's strength.

Zhou Yun’s strongest point is not his running style or his amazing modifications, but something that is a cliché but few people understand.

Track rhythm.

In this regard, he is not just a little bit behind, he can't win, he really can't win!

The competition is about to end, and he doesn't want to be killed by the King of Hell again.

"I see."

The commentary's voice touched the hearts of every audience member.

"It's 40 laps! She still hasn't changed tires, but her speed has dropped significantly. I'm afraid she won't be able to break through again."

"It's the 43rd lap! The gap between Han Yu and her is now less than two kilometers, no, about 1.8 kilometers."

"The gap between Zhou Yun and Han Yu is also gradually widening, and has reached the 2.5-kilometer range..."

Lin Qinglei squatted beside the guardrail of the track, secretly glancing at the race situation on the track with the corner of her eyes, and her heart device rose and fell with the sound of rain.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such an exciting game.”

The competition was so intense that everyone had to put their hands next to their eyes, ready to enter the "I can't see" mode at any time!
"On the 45th lap, Han Yu chose to replace the brake pads and tires. It seems that he will have to do his best to compete for Jiang Xiyue's ranking."

"On the other hand, although Zhou Yun took advantage of Han Yu's tire change time to quickly catch up with him for a long distance, the gap is still over 2.7 kilometers."

"By the time his tires are worn out and he starts running with a new style, I'm afraid the gap will be over 3 kilometers. By then, will he still be able to catch up with Han Yu before his brake pads wear out?"

With the voice of the commentator, the mentality of the audience across the Internet was also lifted.

Although the competition is gradually entering its final stage, the outcome is still undecided.

Ning Yuan muttered to himself as he watched the match, "It's been ages since I've seen such an exciting match."

"But Zhou Yun is really at a disadvantage right now. We've already completed 46 laps, and the gap is almost 3 kilometers... Can he still catch up?"

In front of the computer screen, Feng clenched her fists tightly, her face looking slightly solemn. She fiddled with her nails, not knowing how to ask the question for a moment.

Then, Guangyu asked for her: "Manager Ye, can Zhou Yun still catch up?"

"I wish I could go too. Watch me take down these drone girls one by one!"

Hearing this, Pan An smiled inwardly: "Guangyu, don't be too anxious, the fun has just begun."

"Ok?"

Guangyu glanced at Pan An, then turned to look at Manager Ye, who also had a smile on his face: "What are you all laughing at?"

Manager Ye crossed his legs and said slowly, "In the past, after Jiang Wuyang overtook other cars, he would always do one thing, which made many drivers dissatisfied."

"That's to use his special skill 'Noon has arrived'. The effect is very annoying. Well, although Xiyue doesn't have this skill, she should be able to do something similar now."

Guangyu turned to look at the broadcast screen: "Is it noon?"

"Damn it, Manager Ye, why are you watching the broadcast? Ning Yuan's big face is too much of a bother!"

The rain from the car in front crashed against Qingluan's window, making a thudding sound and causing the colorful flames on her body to flicker.

Qingluan, who had swallowed a belly full of water, said very unhappily: "Xiyue, there's nothing we can do. Both tires have been worn down to bald tires. If we shake the car now, it will slip!"

"I really can't catch up in terms of speed. Wait, don't say anything about bragging at the entrance of the alley..."

"Don't even mention me going to a crosstalk club, specializing in stand-up comedy and teaching the art of pregnancy protection! I can't catch up, I really can't catch up!"

"I'm just a lazy mecha girl, so what if I'm lazy and gluttonous..."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiyue smiled.

Done!

Chicken blood doesn’t work on Sister Qingluan, what should I do?
"Okay, Sister Qingluan, you already control the five alley entrances and six crosstalk clubs, so there's no need to speed up."

Looking at the mecha girls in front of her, she felt lost for a moment, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief. These mecha girls were enough!
"I'm sorry, fellow drivers..."

She carefully recalled the characteristics of each mecha girl who had just passed by, and gradually formed a panoramic picture of the continuously running track in her mind.

Looking at the mecha girl chasing after her on the panoramic view, she said with a smile: "It's noon!"

When Qingluan heard this voice, her whole body suddenly trembled.

"You're not planning to block the road to the mecha girls behind you and cause a massive traffic jam on the track, are you?"

She remembered that every time Jiang Wuyang took the lead, he would do this to create opportunities for his teammates to catch up in the rankings.

As expected of her daughter, she has the same idea.

Jiang Xiyue said with a smirk, "Yeah, hehe, this way we have a moat. It won't be easy for Han Yu to break in, and his speed will definitely slow down."

"It will be easy for Zhou Yun to catch up!"

After saying that, she began to slow down, thinking about the relative positions of the mecha girls behind her and their racing lines.

Having been No. 2 for so many years with almost no gate skills, she always had an instinctive feeling.

You just need to control the pace of the car behind you, and the entire track will change like dominoes.

one by one……

Zhou Yun helped him become the champion, so now it's her turn to do something.

She imitated Zhou Yun's tone and said with a smile in the channel: "Zhou Yun, don't worry, leave it to me, I will help you slow down Han Yu's pace!"

Zhou Yun, who was chasing forward, smiled knowingly after hearing Xiyue's words.

"Thanks, Xiyue."

Then he lowered his head, smiled and said, "Look, Jackdaw, you don't have to blame yourself all the time. I told you there would be a way." Jackdaw raised his head, feeling the emotions constantly flowing from the Heart Vessel, and felt that the ice in his heart seemed to melt a little.

"Haha, this team member was really chosen correctly. Let's keep chasing, Jackdaw!"

"Ok!"

The Jackdaw took a deep breath, and the sound of the engine began to surge.

"It's the 48th lap! Han Yu is in the same predicament as Xiyue. No, it's even worse! There are more and more players ahead, and their skills are becoming more frequent."

"Although he is trying his best to catch up with Xiyue, it seems like he has hit a wall and cannot make any progress!"

"The distance between the jackdaw and the jackdaw is rapidly closing. It's now 400 meters away, and the distance between them is still shrinking."

I knew it!

Chen Shuo's fingers almost scratched the armrest of the sofa, and his mind began to wander.

If I can't snatch the individual championship, winning the team championship is almost the same. Now I need to prepare in advance...

And this Ye Qing needs to be dealt with quickly.

Did he forget who was the one who overcame all objections and made him the No. 1 player in Team 1?
"It's 49th lap! Han Yu rushed behind the 16th place, but now it's too difficult to break through. His speed has slowed down by about one-third. Zhou Yun has caught up with him after 1.5 kilometers!"

"Judging from the speed of pursuit, Han Yu and Zhou Yun will likely meet again in the next lap, completing the match that was left unfinished in the previous round."

"I wonder who will win the team championship in this race?"

Han Yu's knuckles began to ache. Taking advantage of the intervals when Liuhua was accelerating straight, he began to frequently change his hands and clench his fists, allowing the tense knuckles to relax one by one.

"careful!"

Looking at the red light flying towards him, Han Yu did not dare to delay and quickly controlled Liuhua to avoid this wave of area skills.

"Why so many!"

Han Yu was almost going crazy with anxiety at this time. He suppressed his anxiety and asked after adjusting his mentality: "Brother Ye, how far is Zhou Yun from me?"

"There's less than a kilometer left. Relax. There's a gap after five turns. You can try to break through."

Then, Ye Qing's voice came again: "Be prepared to fight Zhou Yun for more than three rounds."

Han Yu's fingers trembled slightly. Last time he only lasted one and a half rounds. Facing Zhou Yun, he didn't dare to be arrogant anymore.

"Brother Ye, I can't hold on any longer..."

At this moment, a voice came from the channel: "Don't worry, Xiao Hanzi, your dad is here! Emma, ​​I'm being chased to death!"

"Bi Chen, I'm going to go to your place!"

Hearing Bi Chen's voice, Han Yu couldn't help laughing, and his nerves began to relax.

"It's not easy. Hearing you admit that you're not strong enough, hahahaha, I really admire Zhou Yun. I can't believe you can beat you like this."

After Bi Chen teased Han Yu for a few times, he said with a smile, "You forgot, we are from the same team."

"If one doesn't work, then let's do it together."

"You don't know, that guy chasing the yellow dog bit me to death. Now I can see the taillights of the jackdaw. Damn it, I'm the one getting whipped for the fifteenth..."

Rain mixed with cold air blew in through the car window. Listening to the familiar engine sound getting closer and closer from behind, Han Yu no longer felt any fear in his heart.

"Come on, Zhou Yun."

Maybe I can't take away your individual championship in this race, but I will take away your team championship trophy.

All the teammates are here, so let’s give it a try and do something great!

This rain came quickly and went away quickly.

The clouds in the sky began to disperse, and the sunlight began to flicker.

In the middle of the 51st lap, Fengshuang trampled on the flower field again.

Amid the roar of the engine, the jackdaw bit Liuhua to death, and not far behind it, a giant red wolf howled wildly.

Many spectators stood up and looked at the track with burning eyes.

Although they had already run out of energy to shout after nearly two hours of competition, they dared not lose their focus on such an exciting game.

"This is a rare sight in a tournament."

Ning Yuan's tone was excited. He finally understood why this game was so exciting.

"At the end of the track, two drift drivers, lapped, are about to clash in a skill-based battle! Holy crap, guys, how many battles like this have there been in the S series? Have you ever seen them?"

"Zhou Yun was closing in, holding on tight, but Han Yu, with his experience, closed in very quickly! He cleverly used the 16th-place driver's position to widen the gap."

"It's such a close fight! Han Yu got onto the Great Wall track first!"

Looking at the two racing mechs on the Great Wall track, the commentator took a breath and said, "In the end, Han Yu once again used the bombing acceleration method, leaving Zhou Yun no chance!"

"It's already lap 52, corner 6, and the two are still locked in a tense physical fight..."

Looking at the wild flowers drifting in the wind and rain, Zhou Yun kept adjusting his breathing and focusing his attention.

"Jackdaw, are you tired?"

The Jackdaw panted and said, "It's okay. I can still run for a long time! The engine is in good condition too!"

"Okay, I've had enough of the scenery."

His eyes gradually became sharper.

The opponent in front of us is an opponent worthy of respect, so we must do our best to strangle him to the end.

On the other side, Han Yu was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to breathe. Feeling the flickering Death Star behind him, he gripped the joystick tightly and smiled wistfully.

Compared to last time, Zhou Yun is more ferocious.

Even with the help of his teammate Bi Chen, he could not withstand Zhou Yun's continuous stabs. If the game dragged on for less than three turns, he would lose.

But it’s almost time now. Zhou Yun’s desire to attack is already strong, and it’s time to take the initiative.

"Liuhua, let's run to the end together."

"Zhou Yun once again activated his new racing style, his racing line shifting left and right, confusing Han Yu's judgment. However, Han Yu, as if provoking him, gave the inside lane to Zhou Yun!"

"Although I don't know what this tactic is, this kind of behavior will really make the opponent angry!"

Seeing this scene, Ye Qing on the podium suddenly laughed.

"Yes! I have to be so arrogant and look down on him!"

"Zhou Yun is the overlord of the track, and a overlord will not accept any challenge to his authority. This is the only way to keep him in the trap."

His excited eyes were a little bloodshot when he asked, "Zhou Yun, have you heard of the ambush from ten sides?"

Looking at the path that Liuhua had cleared, Zhou Yun couldn't help but laugh: "Boy, you're not going to sing a little song for me, are you?"

"Jackdaw, since he dares to be so arrogant, let's just eat him. Forget about the inside!"

"Wait!" Yuan Kai's voice came from the headset: "Don't be fooled. The 16th and 14th are fighting fiercely with the 15th and 13th in front. Han Yu wants you to occupy the inside lane and take advantage of his skills."

"Of course I know, but since he dared to let go, forget about coming back!"

Zhou Yun's eyes flashed with brilliance as he watched the flowers flowing backwards beside him, a smile on his face.

"Xiyue, I think the contestant behind you is about to die of anger."

(End of this chapter)