The president drove slowly on the street. Passersby looked at this rare luxury car and commented on it.
Zheng Yubai didn't have time to care about the reactions of passers-by. He just stared at the front, holding the steering wheel tightly, as if the car was a big bomb. If it was not controlled well, it would immediately destroy the world.
Xue Bingyang kept reminding Zheng Yubai to relax. When Zheng Yubai heard her famous sayings like "Driving is not a job but an enjoyment" and "Only when the driver and the car become one can you experience the thrill of speed", his heart gradually calmed down.
Driving is indeed a very simple thing. Zheng Yubai has basically mastered the essentials of driving. The rest is to gain experience. Xue Bingyang specifically directed Zheng Yubai to drive on an empty road, first slowly wandering on the road, and then began to increase the difficulty little by little.
Zheng Yubai quickly realized the fun of the posture and began to enjoy it.
Qiao Weilun, who had been resting with his eyes closed in the back seat, suddenly opened his eyes, looked back, and said calmly, "Someone is following us."
Zheng Yubai was startled and looked in the rearview mirror. The car immediately veered to one side. Fortunately, Xue Bingyang helped to straighten the direction.
"It's the Ferrari F40 from before." Xue Bingyang looked at the conspicuous red car following him in the mirror. It was not a smart idea to follow him in a top sports car like this.
"That young man looks at you in a strange way. Is he a pervert?" Qiao Weilun said with a smile. It seemed that he was pretending to be asleep, but in fact, nothing around him escaped his eyes.
"I'm afraid not. I feel something is wrong." Xue Bingyang said softly, "Yubai, turn right ahead and get on the highway."
The road sign ahead indicated that if you turn right, you can enter the highway from Jinghai to the neighboring city in the north. Zheng Yubai also noticed the strangeness of the Ferrari behind him. He tightly grasped the steering wheel, turned right at the fork in the road, and soon drove onto the highway.
As soon as they got on the highway, Zheng Yubai increased the speed under Xue Bingyang's guidance. The car was speeding on the highway and the scenery was rapidly receding. Zheng Yubai was not panicked, but he liked this sense of speed more and more.
The F40 followed the president onto the highway, quickly accelerated, and followed not far behind the president.
"Speed up." Xue Bingyang said lightly.
Zheng Yubai glanced at the speedometer and saw that he had reached a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. This was his first time driving on a highway, and it had only been less than 30 minutes since he learned how to step on the accelerator and brake.
The president immediately roared after stepping on the accelerator, and the speed quickly soared to 200 kilometers per hour. The scenery quickly disappeared from the field of vision, and the vehicles in front were overtaken one by one, which made Zheng Yubai quickly discover the fun of overtaking. He was happy to overtake one car after another, and almost forgot the fact that he was just a novice.
However, the F40 is not an ordinary car that can be easily overtaken by the President. It closely follows the President's trajectory, quickly increases its speed, and keeps chasing him.
"It seems like he is not afraid of being discovered." Qiao Weilun said softly, "What do you think he is here for?"
"There are two possibilities. One is the original owner of the car, and the other is us." Xue Bingyang stared at the F40 in the rearview mirror and frowned slightly.
Zheng Yubai was immersed in the pleasure of overtaking and did not pay attention to the conversation between the two. He now understands the similarities between stances and boxing practice. When practicing boxing, one must start with the basic skills. When all the moves and basic stances are firmly memorized by the body and mind and can be performed at will, the boxing skills are complete.
The same is true for driving. Each step is a basic skill. When people first see this big steel thing, they may be shocked by its complexity, fineness and luxury. Once they wake up from this shock, keep a normal mind and play with it as a toy, they will enter the first level of driving. And when these small steps can be performed like the routines in boxing, the driving skills will naturally come naturally.
Xue Bingyang retracted his gaze and was about to tell Zheng Yubai to speed up when he realized that the speedometer had unknowingly soared to the limit of 250 kilometers per hour.
"You..." Xue Bingyang was stunned, but when she saw the blazing light in Zheng Yubai's eyes, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Wei Lun, Yu Bai seems to be very talented." Xue Bingyang turned around and said, "I seem to have discovered a good candidate for a racing driver."
Qiao Weilun also noticed the increase in speed, and the cars around him were overtaken one by one, and then left far behind. Although this was mainly due to the president's motivation, every overtaking was very clean and neat, without any drag, which was really precious for a novice.
The F40 was chasing closely, and it was obvious that its driver was also very skilled. The two cars, one black and one white, started a game of chasing each other in the high-speed traffic. Zheng Yubai looked at the driving route in front of him while glancing at the F40 in the rearview mirror. He had already regarded this as a competition. Although he had only learned how to drive, he did not want to lose any competition.
"Officer, I will never dare to do it again..." A middle-aged man stood helplessly beside the car and said to the traffic police who was issuing tickets.
The policeman wrote on the ticket expressionlessly, saying, "You drove at 160 kilometers per hour. Don't you know that such a high speed is dangerous?"
The middle-aged man responded timidly and was about to explain further when he heard the roar of a motor in the distance. He looked up and immediately saw a black lightning flash past him, bringing up a strong wind.
The policeman's eyes widened and he grabbed the speed gun, but the black lightning disappeared in a flash, leaving him no chance to measure the speed.
"This... must be more than 200 kilometers." The middle-aged man exclaimed, "It looks like a Maserati President."
"This is outrageous!" The policeman didn't even bother to issue a ticket and rushed into the police car to chase him. Before he could move a step, a red lightning flashed past his eyes again.
"Damn! F40, are they racing?" the middle-aged man shouted excitedly, as if he had returned to the ridiculous racing days of his youth.
The policeman was so angry that he was shaking all over. He got into his car, started the car, and drove away. The middle-aged man looked at the back of the police car and muttered, "I saved a fine..." (To be continued)