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Chapter 110 Love is like racing
In Li Zhongjiu's view, Bai Chou was undoubtedly quite radical and reckless.

The tire temperature has not yet risen and the grip has not yet reached the best state. He enters the corner at the end speed of his usual flying lap speed. If he is not careful, the wheels will lock and spin.

He ran the warm-up lap like a flying lap, isn't that radical?

But in Bai Chou's opinion, he was already very conservative. He didn't even go too deep into the curb. He just entered the turn at the speed of a flying circle.

This is the most reasonable way for him to run a warm-up lap. Driving faster and more aggressively, using more appropriate heavy brakes, can quickly raise the tire temperature to between 70 and 80 degrees Celsius within one lap.

This temperature just reaches the optimal operating temperature of the Michelin PS4S used in this M4.

While chatting and laughing, Bai Chou sacrificed his speed in the corner and exited the corner early. He released the brake and stepped on the accelerator again, while slowly straightening the front of the car and heading towards Turn 3.

Turn 3 is a high-speed corner, and the best route is to take the outside-inside-outside route, which can be passed almost at full throttle. Bai Chou had already thought of a way to pass Turn 3 before entering Turn 2.

After coming out of Turn 4, he stepped on the brakes again, downshifted and added gas, deliberately entered the turn early and headed towards the U-shaped Turn using a fast entry and slow exit method.

Turn 4 is followed by a U-shaped Turn 5. The full-throttle section between the two corners is very short. If you consider this section and Turn 5 in advance, a fast entry and slow exit will sacrifice time and become a better way to pass Turn 4...

What the hell is this running thing?
Li Zhongjiu tightly grasped the handrail above his head, looking at Bai Chou with a pale face, and passed one bend after another using a running method and route that was completely different from his.

This is not a racing line at all. How can you run fast like this?

Line-laying is the essence of racing. In theory, there is the most perfect racing line on any track that takes the least time to complete the race.

Li Zhongjiu has been driving this M4 on this track for more than half a year and has summed up a set of routing and running methods that he believes are very reasonable and very fast.

But Bai Chou's route was very different from the route he usually took when making flying circles, and it didn't look like it would produce good results.

However, Li Zhongjiu did not remind Bai Chou that the steering wheel was in Bai Chou's hands. If he wanted to force Lai Lai to do something, he had to wait until he got out of the car to review the situation. If he forced Lai Lai to do something at this time, what if Bai Chou was distracted and the car overturned?

While chatting and laughing, Bai Chou had already used the grip running method to pass the low-speed section between turns 5 and 12, stepped on the accelerator and stuck to the outside of the track, rushing towards the first checkpoint.

From the dynamic analysis of tire feedback, the tire of this car has increased to more than 70 degrees within one lap.

"Hold on to the handrails, I'm going to do flying circles!"

Bai Chou gave a loud warning, rushed through the first checkpoint at a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, and headed towards the L-shaped Turn 1.

He still entered slowly and exited quickly, and still delayed entering the corner. Bai Chou's braking point before entering the corner was more than two meters behind Li Zhongjiu's usual braking point. Even though he entered the corner slowly, his speed was no slower than Li Zhongjiu's usual cornering speed.

crazy!

Li Zhongjiu looked ahead in horror. With the braking point so late and the cornering speed so high, it was impossible for him to pass Turn 1. He would definitely slide out.

"My darn thing!"

Li Zhongjiu roared, closed his eyes tightly, and protected his torso with his left hand, ready to roll over. However, the situation he expected did not happen.

Bai Chou completed the turn at a speed and angle that seemed completely impossible to him, and released the brakes and stepped on the accelerator in advance at the center of the curve further forward.

"How the hell is this possible?" Li Zhongjiu opened his eyes and looked at the long straight ahead with lingering fear. How could he possibly pass Turn 1 smoothly with such an outrageous way of entering a corner?
After Turn 1 is a long straight of nearly 0.3 meters. Bai Chou's late braking and slow entry and fast exit made the time he took on this section of the road conservatively estimated to be seconds faster than his fastest lap time.

Li Zhongjiu easily came to this conclusion based on his experience. There was no doubt that Bai Chou's running style and route were much faster than his.

But it is impossible to pass safely using this driving method and route. The tire's grip has its limit, and this has exceeded the tire's limit.

"That's just what you think is impossible." Bai Chou said in a flat tone.

Indeed, tires have limits.

The so-called cornering is essentially the real-time distribution of lateral grip and longitudinal grip consumed by the tires based on the dynamics of the vehicle body. Once the sum of the two exceeds the tire's limit, the vehicle will lose control.

The closer you get to the limit, the faster you go, but the more dangerous it is. The car will get out of control at the slightest disturbance, so drivers with poor skills will leave more margin to avoid losing control.

Bai Chou doesn't need to leave so much. The F1 driver-level body dynamic feedback sensing ability and accuracy allow him to use up the grip closer to the limit than Li Zhongjiu.

With more grip available, it's natural to enter and exit corners in ways that seemed completely impossible to Li Zhongjiu.

While chatting and laughing, Bai Chou arrived before Turn 2 again. Because he had stepped on the throttle in advance and the tires had stronger grip, the car's final speed reached 180, which was more than ten yards higher than before.

Li Zhongjiu, who was still frightened, did not close his eyes this time. Instead, he stared at the road ahead and the dashboard with wide eyes, observing every detail of Bai Chou entering and exiting the corners.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

Just from the speed and the way Bai Chou passed Turn 1 just now, it was clear that he was a top-notch driver.

The final speed is incredibly fast, the line is as precise as a scalpel, and the driving skills are even more surprising.

Then you have to watch carefully and learn well?

"Magnificent, magnificent!"

"I never thought I could enter a corner with this kind of speed and line!"

"This is impossible!"

"Brother, are you the reincarnation of Schumacher!?"

Watching Bai Chou pass through one bend after another in a way and at a high speed that seemed impossible to him, Li Zhongjiu exclaimed in surprise, his eyes almost popping out, as if someone was punching him in the back of the head.

"Brother, Schumacher is not dead yet!" Bai Chou replied in a moment of leisure.

The moment the M4 drove out of Turn 10, Li Zhongjiu glanced at the timing module on the dashboard, 55.77.

Everyone will look for landmarks on different sections of the track, just like a driving school instructor would ask students to look for landmarks when teaching them Subject 2.

There happens to be a landmark on this section of road that Li Zhongjiu often uses.

Li Zhongjiu clearly remembered that his fastest time to pass this mark was 58 seconds. Doesn't this mean that Bai Chou was more than two seconds faster than him before the whole race was even finished?
Li Zhongjiu quickly took out his mobile phone, opened the mini program to log in to his account, and waited for the timing module to upload the results.

After passing the last U-turn, Turn 12, Bai Chou stepped on the accelerator and rushed towards Turn 1. The moment M4 passed the timing point, the results of this lap were uploaded to Wanchi's data center.

Li Zhongjiu, who was anxious, refreshed the mini program impatiently. After a few seconds, he finally saw the lap time that Bai Chou had just set: 1 minute 13 seconds 761.

"Hoshinima!"

Li Zhongjiu subconsciously blurted out a Jinling elegant phrase. This lap time was really outrageous. It was more than 4 seconds faster than his fastest result, and basically the same as the lap time set by Sun Shengjie's 911 Turbos.

How the fuck is this possible.

This M4 has an LSD installed, and the tires are newly replaced original Michelin PS4S semi-slick tires, which are basically in a pure original state.

Li Zhongjiu previously estimated that the limit of a purely original M4 on this track should be less than 1 minute and 14 seconds. Even if a professional driver came, it would be impossible to run under 1 minute and 14 seconds unless further modifications were made or slick tires were replaced.

But Bai Chou easily ran under 1 minute and 14 seconds, beating him by more than four seconds and running a lap time that seemed completely impossible to him.

Is this the ability of a driver who has learned open-wheel formula?

Awesome, seriously awesome.

Li Zhongjiu made up his mind to learn a few tricks from his cousin's classmate. He put away his phone and looked up, and found that the speed of the M4 had not slowed down at all compared to the previous lap.

"Brother, haven't you finished the flying circle?"

"We can still fly one more lap." Bai Chou maneuvered the M4 into a precise, surgical turn and said loudly, "The last lap wasn't very good. There's still a lot of room for improvement in lap time."

Li Zhongjiu: ???

It's already running at 1 minute and 13 seconds, how can there still be room for improvement? Are you kidding me, brother?
It sounds unlikely, but it's true.

This was Bai Chou's first time running on this track. Even though he inherited the driving skills and experience from Leclerc, he could easily find a line and running method that was extremely close to the theoretical limit compared to others.

But for him, there's still a lot of room for improvement. Bai Chou roughly estimated that this M4 should theoretically be able to break 1 minute 12 seconds on this track.

There is more than one second of room for improvement. Isn’t that big enough?

Li Zhongjiu was skeptical, but soon, Bai Chou, who had optimized his running method and route, achieved his second flying lap result: 1 minute 13 seconds 256.

Compared with the previous lap, it was improved by 0.5S, which is much faster than the fastest lap in history set by Sun Shengjie driving the 911 tubos.

Li Zhongjiu has become numb. Forget it, don’t exclaim anymore, just watch and learn carefully.

After two consecutive flying laps, Bai Chou had to slow down. He had caught up with the car that started last and was about to lap it.

In addition, the tires and brake discs of this M4 also showed signs of overheating due to his aggressive driving, and urgently needed to slow down the speed to dissipate heat.

After running several cooling laps with all the slow cars running, Bai Chou took off again.

But until the track steward waved the black flag to signal everyone to leave the track, Bai Chou still did not run the estimated best lap time. The fastest flying lap was only 1 minute 12 seconds 947.

After one section of the race was over, even though Bai Chou was unwilling to give up, he had to drive the car back to the maintenance area after completing a cooling lap.

On the other side, in the open space outside the maintenance area, Sun Shengjie was still harassing Chen Shuyan.

"Shuyan, when will you agree to be my girlfriend? I've been pursuing you for almost a year." Brother Xiaoniu Sun Shengjie stood beside Chen Shuyan with a hunched back, pleading with lowered eyebrows.

"Wait until you run past me."

Chen Shuyan was half leaning on the front of the Lotus Exige, speaking casually with a cold expression.

"Didn't I already beat you?" Sun Shengjie spread his hands at LeBron James.

"When have you ever beaten me?" Chen Shuyan looked suspicious. How come I didn't know this?

"Last time, didn't I run a lap time of 911 minute 1 seconds with a stock 13, beating your previous fastest lap time?"

Sun Shengjie pointed to the parking lot and said, "Let's go check out the lap time leaderboard. My lap time is definitely faster than yours."

"Ah……"

Chen Shuyan's apathetic face finally showed some expression as she sneered, "A lap time achieved with a 911 Turbos can be called a lap time?
Bruce could do a sub-1:15 in your car."

There is nothing shameful about driving a 911, and Chen Shuyan does not mean to look down on all 911 owners. She just looks down on those drivers who are complacent and think they are awesome after achieving a decent result with a 911.

Who the hell can’t drive a 911?
A track machine designed for the track, with power steering, automatic downshifting and throttle replenishment, and an automatic upshift and downshift program comparable to that of professional drivers...

With a plethora of driving assistance functions, any novice can drive a 911 and set a great lap time on any track, and experience the fun of crazy overtaking on the track.

More wheelchair-like than a wheelchair.

What Sun Shengjie drives is not an ordinary 911, but the top model of 911, Turbos, which is even more wheelchair-like.

If Sun Shengjie can run under 1 minute 13 seconds, Chen Shuyan will say that you are really awesome. 1 minute 12 seconds is the maximum lap time of the original Turbos estimated by Chen Shuyan.

Unfortunately, Sun Shengjie only ran 1 minute and 13 seconds.

"Who is Bruce?"

Sun Shengjie was slightly stunned. Why don’t I know this person?

Chen Shuyan sneered lightly: "Bruce is a dog from abroad who passed the second subject. Let me remind you, Bruce got C2."

"That means the achievements I've made with the 911 Turbos can't prove my strength, right?" Sun Shengjie understood the meaning of Chen Shuyan's words.

"Otherwise, are you proud that you drive a wheelchair?"

"Then I won't drive that Tubros now. I'll drive this Maverick. At least I won't be in a wheelchair, right?" Sun Shengjie pointed to the low-lying, cool gray-black sports car.

I used to set incredibly fast lap times in a 911 Turbos, and I thought the car was the strength. Later, I switched to a Ferrari and a Lamborghini, and the lap times were still ridiculously fast. Only then did I realize that the strength had always been me.

Chen Shuyan couldn't hold it in any longer. He patted the Exige hood and said provocatively, "You switched from one wheelchair to another, and you even chose the faster Maverick instead of the D-Class. You really know a lot about cars.

But I still say that everyone can drive a Maverick or a 911. Don't think that just because you've practiced with a professional team for a few months, you're a master. It's the car that's fast, not you.

If you have the guts, you can drive my car and do a faster lap time than me."

Sun Shengjie immediately fell silent. Family members know their own business. He really didn't have the confidence to beat Chen Shuyan in terms of driving skills. Chen Shuyan had also learned from professional drivers for a long time.

And Chen Shuyan’s Exige is really difficult to drive.

After a brief silence, Sun Shengjie lowered his voice and growled, "I just don't understand. Is there any necessary connection between chasing you and being faster than you?"

He never felt happy driving. He just liked Chen Shuyan. He fell in love with this short-haired girl who looked very indifferent since the first time he saw Chen Shuyan.

It's the type I like.

In order to pursue Chen Shuyan, and because of Chen Shuyan's words "If you want to catch up with me, you have to beat me first", he has been studying cars and looking for professional racing teams to learn skills for the past year, putting aside all the business arranged by the old man.

I worked hard for a year but still couldn't catch up.

"Of course there is a connection."

Chen Shuyan said confidently: "I like racing, racing is my hobby. If you want to be my boyfriend, you either have to have a common language with me or like me to the core.

If you have something in common with me, then you must really love racing and be able to achieve exceptionally fast times. If you like me, even if you don't like racing, you can still beat me if you put in a lot of effort.

If you can’t do that, don’t say you like me.”

"You know I can't possibly run the lap time you mentioned. The lap time you set for me is simply impossible to complete! And I can't drive your car faster than you. My driving style is not suitable for that kind of car."

Sun Shengjie firmly believed that the goal set for him by Chen Shuyan was impossible to achieve.

"You can. As long as you practice hard and run hard, you will definitely be able to run the time I set."

"Where the hell do I find so much time to practice driving!?"

Sun Shengjie finally couldn't help but swear, with a hint of anger in his eyes. He could certainly spend more time practicing driving, and he knew that as long as he practiced more, he would indeed be able to go faster.

But he is almost thirty years old, with a family fortune to inherit and a family business to take over. He has turned down many official duties and devoted his energy to practicing driving.

Push again? If he pushes again, the old man will scold him to death.

Chen Shuyan curled her lips. "So, love is like racing. Love allocates energy, and racing allocates tires."

You can't make me fall in love at first sight, and you are unwilling to allocate more energy to prove that you like me, so why should you let me agree to your pursuit?
(End of this chapter)