Aren't we friends? Why are you rushing at me?

"receive."

The message came through the radio again.

Then, Wang Yan's race car suddenly accelerated, its engine emitting a deep roar, trying to catch up with Lin Shi's race car and tear it to shreds.

Just as everyone was marveling at Lin Shi's incredibly elegant overtaking maneuver, they suddenly noticed that Wang Yan had also begun to accelerate, shooting out of the convoy like an arrow.

Before the crowd could even whisper among themselves, an explanation came over the loudspeaker:

"To provide everyone with the ultimate viewing experience, due to an application submitted by driver Wang Yan of car number two, and after approval by the manager, car number two has officially separated from the navigator team and will officially compete against car number one."

"At the same time, the event organizers have issued a stern rebuke to driver Cao Feng of car number seven for arbitrarily accelerating, and will reserve the right to sue Cao Feng for malicious interference with the event."

Upon hearing the broadcast, everyone instantly understood what had happened and silently lit a candle in their hearts to mourn for Cao Feng. The Xia family's criticism was not just empty words; they wondered where he would be the next time they saw him.

Back to the game:

Wang Yan used a public channel on the radio, so Lin Shi heard his request and the manager's reply.

First, I mentally calculated the finishing time for the Akina Mountain race, which should be a little over ten minutes, and definitely not more than ten minutes and thirty seconds.

Even if I were to fight Wang Yan to a standstill, there's an 80% chance I could break his record. There's a 100% chance I could defeat Wang Yan.

While pondering whether to wait for him, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng remained confident, constantly observing the map and road conditions, and providing accurate information.

Lin Shi made a decision in his heart:

Money can be earned back. Even if the bet is lost, I can just compensate Xia Ye a million to make sure she doesn't suffer any loss.

Then I changed my "small goal" of retiring abroad for 100 million to a "tiny" goal of 60 million. After going abroad, I'll participate in a few racing events to earn some money before retiring.

The enthusiasm for racing abroad is several times that of China. Even if he can't win first place every time, he should at least be in the top three, so making money shouldn't be too difficult for him.

Most importantly, he's sitting next to a "classic" novel's "male protagonist," a synonym for fair competition. From the perspective of building goodwill, he should also wait for a fair competition.

Thinking of this, Lin Shi deliberately slowed down, waiting for Wang Yan to catch up so they could compete fairly.

Seeing the car slow down, Ye Cheng suddenly looked up at Lin Shi, but didn't say anything. She continued to study the map, her smile growing even brighter.

She already knew about Lin Shi's 30 million bet. She just didn't expect him to make this choice.

[Ye Cheng's favorability towards you has increased by 2 points, currently at 32 points. Please continue your efforts, host.]

Behind car number seven, Wang Yan also noticed Lin Shi's obvious slowdown and felt a surge of admiration. He took a deep breath and focused even more intently on the race.

If before it was simply a matter of discovering Lin Shi's impressive racing skills and wanting to give it a try, now it has transformed into two racers' shared passion for racing and a genuine determination to prove themselves superior to each other.

Lin Shi and Wang Yan were ready to go, just waiting for the two of them to appear on the same starting line.

Car number seven, however, failed to grasp the unspoken understanding between the two drivers. He only noticed Lin Shi inexplicably starting to slow down, and was secretly delighted.

He accelerated and overtook Lin Shi from the side. Looking at Lin Shi's car in the rearview mirror, he felt smug.

"Where did this 'genius' come from? Can't you see that Lin Shi and Wang Yan are about to have a showdown of titans?"

"I don't know, but given this situation, it's unlikely anyone will hire him as a driver."

The group of young masters also saw through Lin Shi's thoughts at the same moment, and felt a surge of genuine respect for him. Seeing Cao Feng's actions, they felt somewhat resentful.

Until someone suddenly spoke up, completely dispelling their resentment:

"No, no, no, have you forgotten what Natsuno said about reserving the right to sue? Let alone the driver, we don't even know if we'll be able to drive in the future."

As soon as he said that, a burst of laughter erupted from the stands.

One of them nudged the pensive boy next to him with his elbow:

"Still wondering where I've seen Lin Shih before? We'll talk about that later, let's watch the game first."

The boy shook his head and remained silent, implying that he couldn't understand why someone who had seen Lin Shi wouldn't watch the game.

The other boy didn't insist either, continuing to watch the game with his head up, occasionally cheering. As the boy's childhood friend, he knew how stubborn the boy was. Once he decided to do something, no one could dissuade him.

After a moment, the boy suddenly looked up and said rapidly:

"I know! Isn't this Shen Zhixiao's former personal assistant?"

The sound wasn't loud, and it was conveniently masked by the sudden explanation, so the people around me didn't hear it.

The boy glanced at his friends who were focused on watching the game, thought it wasn't anything important, and decided to deal with it later. He then began to watch the game attentively as well.

The commentator, somewhat moved by the unspoken understanding between Lin Shi and Wang Yan, spoke louder and with greater passion as he explained the match:

"Lin Shi and Wang Yan are now on equal footing, and Wang Yan has begun to slow down to ensure true 'fairness' between them."

"They accelerated! Without exchanging a single word, the two began to accelerate at the same time. Because of their perfect synchronization, the distance between their cars remained perfectly still."

"We're about to reach the first bend in their competition. It's a wide bend. I wonder if Wang Yan will make his move."

"Wang Yan didn't make a move, continuing to wait for the right opportunity. The two of them, like dogs being abused, once again left driver number seven behind. I wonder if driver number seven will regret his initial choice to accelerate in the future."

"The two were constantly testing each other, but Wang Yan never had a suitable opportunity to launch an attack. Lin Shi perfectly blocked all of his driving routes."

"We're almost at the track Wang Yan knows best, the famous five-hit combo of Mount Akina. Will he use his most familiar move to deliver a fatal blow to his enemy?!"

The crowd watched the two locked in a fierce battle. Even though Wang Yan was slightly faster thanks to the wake created by Lin Shi clearing the way ahead, Lin Shi blocked all his attacks with perfect driving lines, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

It's also clear that Lin Shi's skills are definitely superior to Wang Yan's.

In particular, some people expressed their most sincere agreement:

"That kid who just opened the betting pool, I'm betting 10. Lin Shiying."

"Can we still bet? I'll bet 20 too."

The young man who opened the betting shop glanced at the two people who were making a scene and immediately started cursing:

"Next time? You started when you were about to win. The betting should have closed long ago, you know that?!"

Then he looked down at the notebook in his hand that recorded the bets he had just placed, his mind a little dazed.

Logically speaking, as long as the odds are strictly controlled, the bookmaker cannot lose money; it's just a matter of whether they make more or less profit.

However, he had just been a little greedy and thought that Lin Shi, an unknown little guy, was definitely not suitable.

They deliberately increased the odds to attract funds. If Lin Shi loses, he will make a fortune.

Judging from the current situation, it's questionable whether he can even find a bridge to spend the night.

Two questions kept popping into my mind: "Should I run or take the money and run?"

After thinking for a moment, he finally decided to take the money and run.

Since we're going to run anyway, having money will make things a little easier.

So he decided to leave while everyone was watching the game.

He had only taken two steps back when he bumped into two burly men in suits.

His sturdy build even caused him to bounce back two steps.

The two burly men looked at the young man opening the betting shop and smiled.

"Where are you headed, sir?"

The young man gave an awkward smile, inwardly screaming:

"Gambling is a harmful thing."