What should I say about the situation now.
It is absolutely certain that Ye Shuang has always determined and insisted on her female identity from the very beginning. Even with the blessing of transgender buff, for her, it is just an abnormal state that she has to accept like a menstrual period.
But even if Ye Shuang refused to admit her cheating gender abnormality when she was a man, the impact of this gender change still exists. Such as changes in height and muscle fat ratio, switching between male and female physical characteristics... Of course, the changes in all physical characteristics are not limited to appearance, but even the hormone content in the body of the two gender states has also changed.
Therefore, with the increase of androgen secretion in the body as a man, although Ye Shuang still has the consciousness of being a woman at this time, and her personality and thinking mode have not changed, in fact, many behaviors and ideas are still unconsciously influenced by the subconscious. Influenced by the style and attitude of some men - such as competitive, inflated self-esteem, strong sense of territory, etc...
Another point besides this is probably Ye Shuang's own attitude towards the use of her masculine identity—Shuangmei thinks that sooner or later she will eliminate the transformed masculine posture, so for her, the identity under this gender is basically equal to It's a trumpet for playing games and a vest for forums.
Anyway, it is the kind that will be discarded sooner or later, and you are not afraid of the follow-up effects that will affect your loved ones if you use it casually.
Strong ability, psychological pride, plus the fact that you can play freely without any worries... So under the superimposed effects of various comprehensive factors, Ye Shuang can naturally smile without any scruples, and look proudly at the person outside the car window who has compared herself to herself. The man with the middle finger slightly curled his thin lips into a sarcasm and said, "Why, you have no guts?"
"..."
Several female companions brought by the underground racers had already started screaming, and the few buddies who were standing in the direction provoked by Ye Shuang felt that they were too embarrassing.
Have no guts? ! People who like to play this have no guts
The provocative target's face sank, and he threw the half of the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground viciously, raised his foot and crushed it, then opened the car door with a cold snort and got into the driver's seat.
The people around dispersed, but Brother Ruan was a little worried and leaned over to Ye Shuang's window: "Brother Ye really wants to play with them?! Actually, we just came to watch the fun. There's no need..."
"It's okay, I'll take care of myself." Ye Shuang comforted with a smile, not listening to brother Ruan's advice.
The more important thing is that the performance of the second-generation Beijing car is really good, and people have enough money. Modifications can naturally cost a lot of money, increasing the speed while also taking into account the chassis and safety performance. It is not easy to get the last letter of approval from Yao Zhixing. Driving an ordinary car or an ordinary modified car may not satisfy the other party. Han Chu obviously has a problem. It just so happens that there is a good car delivered to the door right now, so don’t take this opportunity. It would be such a shame to take this one down.
Even if Yao Zhixing didn't see it, it doesn't matter, anyway, someone will tell it later... It's strange that the younger brother who lost didn't cry and beg the boss to help him get justice.
The two sports cars were ready to start the race. Naturally, the friends of the opponents were not worried. They are all people who love cars and understand each other's level.
The second generation of Beijing is ignorant so they are fearless. They don't know Ye Shuang's background yet, so they don't know if the other party is capable or not. But since it's on the field, it's no problem.
Only brother Ruan always had a look of worry on his face. The second generation of Jing probably had a ktv friendship with this brother before, and everyone knew that Mr. Fang Fang liked Ruan Ruan. Seeing the other person's expression, he naturally wanted to say a few words of comfort: "It's okay, Brother Ye is sure if he dares to compare, and besides, the performance of our modified car is definitely better than the one here."
Resources determine pros and cons. The capital city is the political center of the country. The concentration of high-end technologies and channels is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary cities. Not to mention the refitted cars in Shanlin City, even Shanghai or foreign refitting factories may not be able to stabilize the capital. .
"But..." Brother Ruan turned his head with a pale face. Finally remembered something that seemed very serious: "But I suddenly remembered that Brother Ye didn't even have time to take the driver's license test..."
"..."
The two Beijing second-generation Zimmers were silent for three seconds, and then their expressions changed drastically: "It's a big mess!!"
What is the level of Nima who didn't even have time to take the driver's license test? ! Those god of gamblers haven't even touched a car for a few days, have they
Just when the two of them were about to turn around and stop the race, the younger sister, who was acting as the temporary starter in front of the racing car, waved her arm down, and the two cars had already shot out with a bang of the accelerator, and in a blink of an eye, they rubbed against the low body of the car with the sound of wind. The noise whirls away. Like a wild beast rushing into the night, leaving only a faint light in the distance gradually going away and disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Should I call an ambulance first?!" Brother Ruan was about to cry holding the phone.
"..."
It didn't take long for Ye Shuang's car to leave the opponent behind.
Just like what the second generation of Beijing said to Brother Ruan, this car was refitted with a lot of money in the refitting factory in Beijing, and all the equipment and performance are not comparable to the refitted cars in small places.
In addition to the hardware configuration that determines the performance of the vehicle, another important factor that determines the speed of the vehicle is the driver's own operation and control capabilities. That is to say, driving skills.
During the test run with brother Ruan, Ye Shuang had a preliminary understanding of the performance of this car, including its speed, mass, and the limit value of smooth grip determined by the friction of the tires, etc... Controlled factors are called "variables". If there are too many "variables" that cannot be controlled to a certain extent, the possible result is "out of control".
Accidents are prone to occur in racing, for example, the vehicle slips off the road due to too fast speed and the like. But these so-called "accidents" are from Ye Shuang's point of view. In fact, there are too many "variables" caused by inaccurate calculations, which eventually lead to "out of control" results.
The limit of human control and calculation is not her limit, so Ye Shuang doesn't have to worry about "accidents". The so-called variables are just a combination of constants within a certain range. She only needs to accurately calculate every detail...
The driver in the racing car behind cursed, slammed the steering wheel hard, and watched the racing car in front not slowing down at the curve, and even drifted through every intersection with precision. It should be an extremely thrilling behavior, but it seems like everything They are all running according to the orbit calculated by the other party, without any hesitation or instability...
xx your oo! When did Shanlin City have such a number one figure? !
Could it be that someone finally came to fight after seeing Yao Zhixing's displeasure? Is the second in command of my team the chicken that cut off the chicken's head to sacrifice the flag in the opponent's first battle? !
The driver immediately conspired, thinking of the straight journey after the corner. After being suppressed all the way, the blood surged up, and he stepped on the accelerator without any scruples to speed up crazily, and the distance from the car in front finally gradually shortened.
Ye Shuang glanced at the rearview mirror and calculated the frictional resistance of her tires. It seems that even if you increase the speed, you can still hold the ground firmly? !
So they stepped on the accelerator at the same time, and the eyes of the drivers behind them almost popped out, and they found that the car in front had accelerated again, and it didn't float up... This is simply unscientific! !
The crazy pursuit of the two racing cars one after the other, staged the speed of life and death on the fairway.
But the only difference is that Ye Shuang's speed seems to be crazy, but in fact, he is always under calculation. The straight road is smooth, the corners are smooth, the car body shows no sign of losing control, and even the drift does not have an excessive arc. The trajectory is so smooth it's almost as if it's actually traveling at 40 yards.
The cars behind were obviously agitated, and several times they almost slipped off the fairway and hit the guardrail next to them.
Ye Shuang frowned, realizing that she seemed to have miscalculated.
She doesn't have to worry about the car's stats, but the variables of people's hearts seem a little difficult to control. The opponent's rhythm is obviously unstoppable, and the curve is not too steep now, but it is no problem. But if it continues, there may be car crashes and fatal accidents on the track behind.
And more importantly, she forgot to agree on the finish line with the opponent before the competition...
"..." Somewhat speechless, Ye Shuang let go of the accelerator a little bit. Ye Shuang controlled the racing car and waited for the opponent to come up from the side. After the two cars ran side by side, he opened the window and turned his head: "Or is it a draw?!"
"Hit your sister!" The driver couldn't stop, obviously it was not more accurate than vowing not to give up after the result.... If he can't match the victory result he wants, he will never give up.
His face was flushed red, and the driver held the steering wheel firmly and yelled at Ye Shuang's neck: "Keep going! You have the guts to compete with me to the end!"
"The key is that I'm afraid of running out of gas..." Ye Shuang was helpless. If this continues, the car will either be destroyed or the car will be exhausted... No, the car will stop until it runs out of gas.
"Fuck! If you're afraid, just say it!" the driver yelled again.
Seeing that it was impossible to communicate happily, Ye Shuang sighed slightly. The steering wheel turned suddenly, the body of the car swung violently, and the front half of the car mercilessly hit the opponent's car.
The opponent's racing car was not prepared to be hit straight, the body shook violently, and after being hit by the protective barrier next to it, Ye Shuang's car was squeezed tightly and slid for a while. The body of the car rubbed against the guardrail, sparks and scratching sounded.
The driver was so frightened that his blood dropped back to freezing point, and even the blood on his little face almost faded away—he was playing drag racing, not anti-terrorism, what happened to the thrilling stunts that can only be seen in blockbuster movies of country M? Ah dear!
Ye Shuang moved a little away and still kept pace with the other party, and asked lightly, "Do you want to stop?"
"no no… "
The driver trembled his lips, and just as soon as he uttered two words, he saw the handsome guy in the racing car next to him smile lightly, and hit the steering wheel again without saying a word.
The sparks creaked again, and this time the opponent was obviously more ruthless. From the corner of the driver's eyes, he saw that the door of his passenger's seat was about to be squeezed out of shape, and the center of gravity of the seat seemed to be tilted a little, as if the car had already begun to lose weight under the dual effects of squeezing and sharp wheels. One side is slightly off the ground, maybe the other party wants to turn the car over with someone, forcing him to stop even if he doesn't stop...
"Don't be impulsive, brother!" The driver burst into tears, and finally finished his sentence.
Hastily hastily!
Brother Yao, I can't do it anymore, I'd better wait for you to deal with this insanity yourself!
Ye Shuang raised her eyebrows and let her go, and the car flicked and drifted to the front of the latter to block the fairway. When she got out of the car, the other driver also climbed out of his car with fluttering legs, gasping for breath while looking at Ye Shuang The eyes are like looking at a neuropathy.
Ye Shuang smiled, leaned on the back of the car casually and stood lazily, folded his hands on his chest and asked, "Would you dare to give me the middle finger next time on the road?"
"???"What? !
The driver's head was still a little dizzy, and he couldn't understand the meaning of Ye Shuang's words for a while.
Seeing this, Ye Shuang kindly reminded her: "Feishan Fairway, blue Porsche, it's almost 0 o'clock tonight..."
The driver tried to think back for a while with a blank face, and finally dug out the relevant memories from his mind that was about to become a mess, and then sorted out the information in Ye Shuang's words...
When he finally sorted out all these clues and came up with an unbelievable result in his mind, the driver couldn't help but widen his eyes and quivered his lips in disbelief and asked, "You drove that blue Porsche before?" ?”
"Yeah." Ye Shuang smiled and showed her white teeth very happily—remembered at last? !
The driver got an affirmative answer, his expression was even more incredible, and there was even a hint of aggrieved crying in his voice: "You asked me to race the car just for this?!"
Damn you crazy!
After seeing Ye Shuang nodding affirmatively to him again, the driver wanted to find a place where no one was around and cry bitterly—the co-author was not aimed at Yao Zhixing at all, but at himself.
Besides, it's just a middle finger, you don't want to chase this place for some shit and still fight yourself desperately? !
The driver squatted on the edge of the guardrail in tears and questioned his life. He hadn't been in contact with people outside the racing industry for a long time. Has the world become so unbelievable now
After a while, there was also the sound of a motor roaring faintly from far and near. Probably brother Ruan and the others were worried, so they chased after him to see the result.
Ye Shuang felt a little guilty and looked at the right half of the car that had been hit by herself, and walked over to push the driver: "You are responsible for the repair cost of my car."
"Why?!" The driver couldn't be more wronged.
"Who told you to lose? And this car was sacrificed to save you." Ye Shuang was confident.
As soon as the words fell, a motorcade had already arrived at speed. After the cars came to a complete stop, Brother Ruan ran out of one of the cars anxiously: "Brother Ye, are you okay? Are you injured?"
"..." It's me who has something to do... The driver touched his bruised elbow, then looked at his beloved racing car that was squeezed by Ye Shuang on the left and rubbed by the guardrail on the right. Finally, he could no longer bear the sadness in his heart, and bowed his head. , tears rolling down...