CHAPTER 55: CHAPTER 52: OVERTAKING (PART 1)

When the countdown on the Hornet hit 3 seconds, Ye Qiu started his car, but unexpectedly, it stalled right after the race began, leaving him feeling helpless.

After getting out and giving the hood a few pats, the Hornet hurried over and asked him anxiously, "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, just stalled!" Ye Qiu chuckled.

Just stalled? And that’s supposed to be alright?

The Hornet glanced at the already distant McLaren and Lexus and said to Ye Qiu, "Is your truck up to this?"

Ye Qiu didn’t say anything and just got back in the pickup. He started the car up again, then looked at Situ Xin, who was leading against Ye Yu and Ye Lei. Situ Xin was the first to enter the spiral curve and began drifting. Ye Qiu frowned slightly, "Situ Xin really has some skills, but on this curve with a width of 2.7 meters, his drift continuity is only 2.1 meters per second."

Then he saw Ye Yu and Ye Lei enter the curve one after another.

Ye Yu’s continuity after entering the curve was at 1.8 meters per second, while Ye Lei’s was at 1.5 meters.

"With their skills, if this were in the United States, on a track where the curve width is only 1.7 meters, they probably couldn’t even complete one continuous curve."

Ye Qiu shook his head. He had once set a terrifying record of drifting up to 5.7 meters in continuity on such a challenging track in the United States. So at this moment, seeing the level of Situ Xin and Ye Yu, he shook his head, and then unhurriedly started his car toward the spiral curve.

"Has he given up?"

The Hornet sighed inwardly as he looked at the unhurried pickup, thinking Ye Qiu had given up, which was a pity, "Even fate isn’t on your side, making your car have problems at such a critical moment."

...

"Haha, what did I say? This kid has certainly given up. Haha, I’m sure to win the bets on the forum, I’m definitely going to add more to Situ Xin, gotta rake in a fortune."

"This Ye Qiu brags like none other when not racing, looking so confidently composed, you’d think he was something special, but turns out he’s just a hot air balloon who falls flat when push comes to shove."

Just earlier when Ye Qiu’s car wouldn’t start, they were mocking him, and seeing Ye Qiu starting his car and slowly heading into the curve, all thought he had given up, so they scorned him before heading to the forum to continue betting.

Now they were certain Ye Qiu was bound to lose, and watching Situ Xin in the lead, followed closely by Ye Yu and others, they kept betting on these two with calculation.

In an instant, the total bet on Situ Xin, Ye Yu, and Ye Lei soared to 30 million and kept rapidly rising.

"Tsk, tsk, I’m set to make a killing."

Wang Xinrui coldly smiled as she looked at the increasing bets on these three. She wasn’t caring about the money but rather wanted to see those people’s faces when Ye Qiu won later.

...

Whoosh.

In the spiral 90-degree curve, Situ Yang, driving the Lexus, was ahead of Ye Yu, who drove the McLaren, by a car’s length.

His continuous drift reached 2.1 meters each time, while Ye Yu’s drift continuity was only 1.8 meters, so every second, the gap widened significantly.

Thus, Situ Xin was quite pleased and had the time to glance at the rearview mirror, scoffing at the sight of Ye Qiu’s pickup just entering the curve.

Then, as he finished one curve and headed into the second, he muttered to himself, "He seemed fierce in a fight, and just posed so confidently, but I didn’t expect him to show his true colors during the race. Hmph, this is just too dull, this win is..."

Saying this, as Situ Xin approached the second curve, he pulled the brake, and the Lexus drifted into the curve, with its continuity slightly improved compared to before.

After Situ Xin entered the curve for over ten seconds, Ye Yu, driving the yellow McLaren, also drifted into the curve, watching the Lexus widen the distance ahead. Ye Yu thought, "No wonder he’s reputed to excel at curves; the gap between us is still vast. Looks like this race is Situ Xin’s."

As Ye Yu thought this, he glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing the blue McLaren trailing him, he smiled slightly, "Brother, your driving skill isn’t bad now, actually able to stick with me."

Ye Yu was about to look away but unexpectedly saw a white pickup behind the blue McLaren, leaving him stunned.

"How, how did he catch up?" Ye Yu was shocked.

Ye Lei, who was driving the blue McLaren, had just scorned Ye Qiu, thinking his master Situ Yang and his brother had placed too high hopes on Ye Qiu, who couldn’t even start his car.

But just after he finished scorning Ye Qiu inwardly, there came the sound of tires screeching and the roar of an engine from behind, leaving Ye Lei stunned.

Then he saw the pickup rush up from behind, managing a continuous drift of over 3 meters per second and catching up in the blink of an eye. Ye Lei swallowed, hardly daring to believe it, shouting, "What’s going on, he’s actually drifting over 3 meters per second in a pickup?"

Thinking his own McLaren could reach only 1.5 meters per second, nearly half, Ye Lei’s face turned unsightly.

"On the first curve, don’t use full power yet, there are two cars in the way up ahead. Wait until the transition at the second curve, then go for it!"

In the pickup, Ye Qiu, resting his head on one hand and controlling the steering wheel with the other, eyed Ye Lei’s blue McLaren blocking his way while pondering.

Although the width of this bend is 2.7 meters, he can use his own driving skills to overtake, but that would be too sensational, so to keep a low profile, he decided to wait until entering the transition to the second bend to overtake Ye Lei.

...

"Sure enough, the person valued by my master and brother. However, although your sustained drift can reach 3 meters per second, overtaking me isn’t that simple. It seems I have to give it my all."

In the blue McLaren, Ye Lei looked at the pickup closely following him, drifting around the bend together, and thought fiercely, then suddenly stepped on the gas pedal, instantly increasing the sustained drift from 1.5 meters to 2.3 meters, but it was evidently not yet the limit.

"No, it’s still not enough to shake him off."

He knew Ye Qiu’s sustained drift was 3.0 meters per second, and at this point, he had to push to 3.1 meters to shake off Ye Qiu.

"Looks like I can only use my deadly move." Ye Lei thought of the method he only used in life-and-death situations, his face becoming extremely serious for a moment.

"All or nothing..."

Then, seeing the pickup still closely following him, possibly overtaking at any moment, he gritted his teeth hard, stepped on the gas fiercely, and simultaneously pressed a button on the steering wheel.

Bang.

Only to see the McLaren’s chassis suddenly drop quite a bit, even sparking from rubbing against the ground, the McLaren’s sustained drift speed leapt from 2.3 meters to 3 meters and was still rapidly rising, reaching 3.5 meters in the blink of an eye.

Swoosh.

In an instant, the distance with the pickup behind widened.

"Hmph, unless you can reach 4 meters per second, you won’t catch up with me." Ye Lei thought as he watched the gradually distancing pickup behind him.

"You’ve got some skill."

Inside the pickup, looking at the blue McLaren that had increased speed and shaken him off in an instant, Ye Qiu remained expressionless, still leaning his head on his arm and steering with one hand. However, a sharp glint flashed in his originally lazy eyes, and then his pickup, which had been drifting at 3 meters, suddenly increased to 3.5 meters.

And with a breath, reached 4 meters; the blue McLaren, which had previously pulled away, was instantly caught up with by him.

At this moment, the pickup and McLaren both entered the second bend transition phase.

"It’s now!"

At this moment, just as Ye Lei in the blue McLaren was stunned by the suddenly approaching pickup, the pickup, which had been following behind, suddenly surged to his side and then, to Ye Lei’s shock, swished past him.

"He? He’s actually driving with one hand?"

And as the pickup and McLaren brushed past each other, Ye Lei, with wide-open pupils, glimpsed inside the pickup where Ye Qiu was driving single-handedly with his head propped on one hand.

Screech.

The pickup, with a drift, was the first to enter the second bend, instantly pulling far away from Ye Lei’s McLaren.

"What was that sustained drift distance? Did I see it wrong? Was that 5 meters?"

Ye Lei was shocked, and, distracted, he didn’t react in time as the McLaren was about to enter the bend, crashing into the guardrail beside it.

Bang.

The McLaren stopped, with Ye Lei sitting foolishly in the driver’s seat, listening to the distant drifting sound of the pickup, his heart full of shock.

Then, thinking back to how he had looked down on Ye Qiu and the pickup earlier, he couldn’t help but show a bitter smile.

"It seems we were all wrong. Perhaps today’s victory by the pickup and Ye Qiu will bring us an unimaginable shock."

Ye Lei shook his head, knowing he lost, but he still had to finish the assessment, so he restarted the car and continued to complete the assessment. However, he no longer wanted to chase Ye Qiu, as he understood the gap between himself and Ye Qiu was too large...

...

"Xiao Lei actually lost."

The person who had been closely chasing Situ Xin, Ye Yu, also diverted his attention a bit to observe Ye Lei behind, simultaneously wondering if Ye Qiu’s pickup could catch up to Ye Lei. But he never expected Ye Qiu to overtake Ye Lei.

"As expected, the person my master told me to pay attention to is not so simple."

Knowing Ye Lei lost, Ye Yu, although a bit disappointed, quickly adjusted his mindset, as Ye Qiu’s pickup behind was already closing the gap with its sustained drift speed of nearly 5 meters per second.