When Wei Xufeng saw the way the flanks drifted horizontally at the end of the curve, he couldn't be more excited.
"This... This is the classic finishing move of the boss when I went to watch the boss's game live for the first time. I still remember a sentence in the commentary... It was amazing!" Wei Xufeng said to Qi Shaoyuan who was on the side.
Hearing the sound, Qi Shaoyuan glanced at Wei Xufeng, seeming to be a little disdainful, and said, "Really... But why do I feel that running is a bit weird, not as smooth as before."
Hearing what Qi Shaoyuan said, Wei Xufeng was slightly taken aback, with a surprised expression on his face, and said, "Not as fluency as before? No, it's no different from before. I didn't see it."
"Hehe, if you didn't see it, it means you are not professional enough. Obviously, this is not one ten thousandth of the level of the year, okay? It is far behind the boss of the year. Alas, I am so disappointed." Qi Shaoyuan sneered and shook his head.
Seeing this, Wei Xufeng stared at Qi Shaoyuan, frowning slightly, "Qi Shaoyuan, what do you mean, you think the boss is not as powerful as before, so you want to take off your fan?"
As Wei Xufeng's words fell, the corners of Qi Shaoyuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he stared at Wei Xufeng as if he was looking stupid.
Still taking off fans, who the hell is taking off fans, Wei Xufeng is a complete fake fan!
Unexpectedly, Qi Shaoyuan continued to run on Wei Xufeng, but cheers erupted at the scene.
At this moment, on the track, the counterfeiters instantly displayed some of Yeva's track control skills. These skills are rarely used by Yeva even in normal competitions.
Seeing this, Wei Xufeng didn't bother to talk to Qi Shaoyuan, and was excited with everyone.
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"not bad."
On the side of the track, Lin Yan stared at the silver car and smiled slightly.
This counterfeit has indeed put in a lot of effort, and the imitation of the few skills she has mastered is indeed very good.
However, even if the degree of imitation reaches 100%, the gap is obvious.
Back then, Lin Yan made these moves on the track, not for performance, let alone for these few seemingly gaudy things, so that everyone would remember her.
Everything is just to win the game, nothing more.
Lin Yan did these tricks back then to save time. As we all know, on the race track, one second late is equivalent to a thousand miles late.
However, in order to better imitate this technique, the counterfeit put the cart before the horse and spent more time to complete it. But if this is the case, what is the point of these track skills
It is indeed difficult to imitate, and it is not easy to be able to imitate successfully, but if the ultimate purpose is forgotten, such imitation itself is meaningless.
"Sister-in-law, look, have you seen it? It's amazing, sister-in-law, you learn, you have learned to pass it on to me...!" After the impostor's performance was over, Pei Yutang turned to look at Lin Yan, and hurriedly said .
"Isn't it easy?"
Lin Yan said to Pei Yutang.
"easy?"
Hearing the sound, Pei Yutang froze on the spot, his face full of surprise, "How could it be so easy... I'm not mistaken, that's Yeva's track skills!!"
Lin Yan sighed, but didn't explain too much.
It is of course easy to just imitate these movements, but if it is put in actual combat and can greatly reduce the time, it is called skill.
"Not all imitations are called track skills." Lin Yan said with a smile.