This is not how you drive a machine!

Chapter 241: The Night Before the Competition System Was Revealed (Part )
Old Ye is gone.

Looking at Manager Ye's vicissitudes and tragic figure, Jiang Xiyue stood by the track and couldn't help but sigh.

"Spring on the river refuses to keep the returning guest; the green grass sends the horse's hooves away."

Zhou Yun was a little surprised when he heard Jiang Xiyue's words, and then he couldn't help but sigh.

"The wind whistles and the Yi River is cold, brave man..."

Hearing this, Jiang Xiyue suddenly fell from the literary high ground and almost choked to death on a mouthful of salt soda: "Ahem, is this how this sentence is used?"

Zhou Yun laughed. Although the news of the B-level competition came suddenly, fortunately everything had been settled.

We're just waiting for Lao Ye to bring back the data so we can come up with a feasible modification plan tonight.

Feeling relaxed, he smiled and asked, "Xiyue, when do you think Old Ye will notice the oil on the laptop?"

"I'll go wipe it, I'll go wipe it... I haven't updated my novel yet!"

Jiang Xiyue rushed to the computer in a hurry, wiped the spicy oil off the computer, and then looked at the computer screen in a daze.

"what!"

"Why was my novel blocked?"

She stared with red eyes at the red warning message on the consultation information, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Why!"

"Isn't it just a few drives?"

Seeing Jiang Xiyue fiddling with her hair, Zhou Yun suddenly became curious.

drive?
What car are you driving?
Suddenly I want to read the novel written by Xiyue. What is it called?

When Jiang Xiyue thought about the sudden disappearance of her novel, which she had been updating for so many days with 8000 words a day, she collapsed and said, "I, I'm stuck and can't finish the code. What do you want me to do? What should I do?"

"I can only be Zhou Yun!"

"I just wrote it in a more detailed way, otherwise why would the word count be so high? I can't let Zhou Yun call for a whole chapter..."

Zhou Yun: ???
"..."

No, I don't want to watch it anymore!
"..."

"I'm going to file a complaint. With so many driving novels, why are only mine blocked? I can't stand it!"

Looking at Xiyue's busy and chattering appearance, Zhou Yun, who had nothing to do for the time being, moved a plastic chair and sat by the track, holding a bottle of Coke in his hand and drank it leisurely.

In a trance, he seemed to be back in Jingyun City.

The crescent moon shone faintly on the training track. The wind blew up the dust on the track and brought the low roar of the engine.

He seemed to see the scene on the eve of the S7 season, when he and Jackdaw were practicing drifting on the dirt track of the Yunyu Machinery Factory, lap after lap.

Somehow, what happened a few months ago seems like it happened years ago.

At that time, he didn't even have a base for the team, but now, in the blink of an eye, he is about to stand on the B-level track.

“It went by so fast.”

In a trance, another memory in his mind gradually became clear.

Lao Zhang, his teammate from his previous life, moved another plastic chair and sat next to him. "Yunzi, the next race is very important. It will determine whether our team can embark on the path of professional racing."

"I don't want our team to always be labeled 'amateur', but our next opponents won't be amateurs, they'll be elite riders sponsored by BT."

"We're not allowed to upgrade the car to a larger displacement. The engine is sealed with lead. Our previous methods are no longer enough. So, are you confident?"

Zhou Yun took a big gulp of Coke and became more and more excited about the next game.

He lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Lao Zhang, you shouldn't ask whether you have confidence. You should ask whether you are willing to stop here."

"Ha, Lao Zhang, relax, just like before, beat them up."

In a trance, he seemed to feel Lao Zhang patting his shoulder with a smile.

"What, Zhou Yun, who are you going to beat into diarrhea?"

Zhou Yun raised his head and found that Han Yu had come to his side without him knowing when, and felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

"I'm not talking about you."

"I've been constipated lately and can't poop."

"..."

"..."

Han Yu didn't know what was wrong with him to respond like that. He scratched his head awkwardly, looked around, and then laughed.

"It seems that you have solved the difficult problem set for you by our Kunlun head coach."

Zhou Yun knew that he was talking about the issue of high-frequency spiritual pressure impact, and nodded with a smile.

"No, I'm so worried. I haven't slept well in the past few days."

"What would I do if the Jackdaw fainted on the track?"

Haha, don’t even think about spying on military intelligence, kid.

Zhou Yun took out a can of Coke and handed it to Han Yu.

"What about you? Why haven't I seen you lately? What have you been up to? Your last car stunt scared me to death. How come you developed a new version?"

Han Yu took the Coke and nodded.

"Don't mention that anymore. Ever since that car race, Liuhua has been ignoring me for several days. Our initial synchronization rate has even dropped!"

"If I fly again, she'll turn me into a flying pig. I don't dare do that anymore."

Suddenly, the two of them laughed knowingly.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Han Yu decided not to test the waters any further, so he got straight to the point and asked, "Zhou Yun, are you free now? Ye Qing wants to see you."

Zhou Yun blinked: "Ye Qing?"

"Yes, after the tire incident in the last race, he's been feeling bad and has been trying to find you to smooth things over."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun laughed speechlessly.

"It wasn't him who did it, why should he feel bad?"

If he had done it, Jian Xue's Spark Plug would be in his collection now.

"That's true. I'm also wondering why he thinks that way." Han Yu continued, "But his original words were: After all, he is a member of the Light Wheel, and he just wants to have a good chat with you."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun looked at the time.

It would take some time for Lao Ye to come back, so he patted his thigh.

"Let's go."

……

"Jianxue, straighten it, it's still a little crooked."

"Is the incense ready?"

"The variety of fruits here is still a bit too limited. Oh, and how about we ask for some food to be delivered? How can we entertain guests without food?"

"Even if he doesn't want to eat, we still have to prepare..."

Jian Xue immediately refused to do it.

"Ye Qing! Are you entertaining guests or rushing to worship your ancestors? Are you sick? Didn't your dad just scold you? Is it necessary to be so nervous?"

"You are all family, what is there to be unhappy about?" Upon hearing this, Ye Qing lowered his head and fell silent.

At this time he was really confused.

If his father still ordered him to suspend the next Lightyear Project game in his usual commanding tone...

Then he would definitely not do it, because this time, he had enough reasons to refuse.

But his father opened up to him like an old friend, telling him how he had been doing over the years and the difficulties Qinghe Group was facing. He begged for his help in an extremely tired tone.

When a father begs his son to do something, what should the son do?
This completely made him unable to do it.

He clenched his fists nervously, hoping to use his muscles to fight against the invisible circumstances that were trapping him.

"Jianxue, human families are different from the mecha girl tribes. They are completely different."

"You are like Lao Tzu's political ideal of a 'small country with few people', where everyone lives in harmony and everything is natural. But we are different. We are the human family..."

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and then Zhou Yun walked in.

"Ye Qing, I haven't seen you for a few days... Ha, you prepared such a rich feast?"

"This incense, this tea set, this arrangement of plates...are you offering sacrifices to your ancestors?"

Ye Qing loosened his nervous hands and said with a smile, "Please sit down."

"I guess you've heard what Han Yu said. Ever since the last competition, I've been feeling really bad..."

Zhou Yun sat down and said with a smile, "Well, it wasn't you who did it, why are you being so pretentious?"

"Yes, Han Yu also advised me so."

Ye Qing stood up, took a deep breath, and bowed to Zhou Yun.

"But this is about our Nimbus team. As the number one driver of Nimbus 1, I feel I should solemnly apologize to you on behalf of Nimbus. This is my duty."

Nimbus insulted justice on the track, and that's what he must pay back.

So he continued, "I formally apologize to you on behalf of Nimbus."

"Even though I don't want it, if you want a public apology, I will do it."

Zhou Yun was silent.

"..."

Generally speaking, for a club as big as Nimbus, if their owner makes a mistake, everyone else will try their best to cover it up.

Because an apology means admitting, and admitting means that the 'halo' will be stained.

It was impossible for Ye Qing not to know the consequences of doing this, but he did it anyway.

From Ye Qing's words, he felt the seriousness in his words. Ye Qing really wanted to do this.

This guy... genuinely loves racing.

Only with passion can you move forward courageously regardless of interests.

He stood up and looked at Ye Qing with burning eyes. The video of Ye Qing on the field came to his mind, and his heart began to beat violently.

As a racing driver who also loves racing, he expressed his thoughts directly.

"Just an apology? I don't think that's enough."

"I don't care about a public apology. Since you're willing to do so, let's continue with the topic of our last conversation."

"How about we have a match?"

Ye Qing's breathing became rapid.

He thought about his duties and work at the Light Wheel, the plans of the marketing department, his father's commission, and Uncle Chen's expectations...

At this moment, too many things rushed into his mind, making his thoughts confused.

He raised his head and looked at Zhou Yun.

"Time, place, and format."

"Before I return to Jingyun City, I'll be at the Hot Wheels track, the simplest speed race, with 30 laps to decide the winner."

After hearing Zhou Yun's words, he seemed to have relieved something from his heart and laughed.

"Okay, I'll do my best to fulfill the agreement."

Zhou Yun patted Ye Qing's shoulder, looked around at the food, and sighed.

"It's a pity I just ate. If I eat another meal, I won't be able to sleep tonight. That's all. See you later."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Ok."

Ye Qing smiled and watched Zhou Yun leave. Just as Zhou Yun turned the doorknob, he couldn't help but ask, "Zhou Yun, why do you want a match so badly?"

"Is that even a question? A three-time national S-class champion, what racer wouldn't want to challenge? Wouldn't he be content with not having a race?"

"Are you sure of winning?"

"No."

After hearing this, Ye Qing was silent for a moment.

"Many racers I know only enter races when they're certain to win. Because it affects their reputation and the interests of their investors, not all racers want to challenge stronger opponents..."

Zhou Yun's hand, which was pushing the door open, paused for a moment.

What funny thing is Ye Qing saying?
what?
He turned around and smiled and said, "So the person you met probably wasn't a real racer."

"Haven't you read martial arts novels? Confidence in victory is important, but the desire to challenge is even more important. Without that, what's the point of racing?"

After saying that, Zhou Yun turned and left.

Ye Qing's pupils dilated slightly.

He suddenly realized something.

Those trained under the rules of the Nimbus may not be "racing drivers".

Only racers like Zhou Yun and Han Yu can compete for the championship.

Looking at the door after Zhou Yun left, he seemed to see through a layer of fog and couldn't help laughing at himself.

why.

Why hadn't he noticed this all along?
why?

Something suddenly occurred to him.

“It turns out I was standing too high.”

Jian Xue sat down, looked at Ye Qing and smiled.

Ye Qing took on so much work and yet he won the national championship for three consecutive years. He is very talented and is a strong man on the track, a generation after the retirement of Jiang Wuyang's generation of drivers.

He is so strong that few people are willing to challenge him for nothing.

"Jianxue, President Jiang did the right thing."

"What Nimbus wants is a real racer. I know what to do."

This carriage cannot be dismantled.

(End of this chapter)