Holding the steering wheel, Zhang Xiaoqiang moved left and right in a serious manner.
He has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs running.
Although this is the first time for drag racing, fortunately, Shukbeta has been at the bottom in the past.
Ever since, Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned and turned the car into a tank.
In that posture, when the road was originally flat, he was tossing up and down as if he was sick.
It seems that otherwise his superb posture skills cannot be reflected.
Li Huan'e was very puzzled by this.
You know, when he was sitting in the car, except for the inertial pull, he didn't feel any bumps on the road.
However, considering her figure, Li Huan'e gave up the idea of questioning.
The most important point is that the attitude shown by Zhang Xiaoqiang at this moment is much more reliable than before.
"Super, super, super, super, super, I want to super; chase, chase, chase, chase, chase, never retreat; YA~ I want to chase hard, no matter how far, beyond the limit, I want to challenge the adventure Chase bravely.”
Zhang Xiaoqiang became more and more excited and crazier as he worked harder and harder. He couldn't help but howl like a ghost as he pushed to the extreme.
Fujiwara was firmly in the first position, and the red sports car was like a shooting star.
At this moment, he felt that he was the king of speed, and even the strong wind around him had to bow to him.
"Kojiro, your driving skills are really good."
"Humph, that's natural. Brother, I'm not only good at driving, I'm also very strong in that aspect."
"Really? You are so bad."
"Haha, you want to know?"
"Of course I do. I can't wait any longer?"
"Look at how anxious you are, don't worry, we will end the game soon."
Fujiwara Kojiro reached out and kneaded the girl's thigh.
In his opinion, there is no suspense in this competition, and he must be the champion.
As for the Isuzu... With the corners of his lips curled up, Fujiwara Kojiro casually glanced at the rearview mirror.
Originally, he wanted to see if there was a car that could follow his footsteps, but he never thought that it didn't matter just by looking at it. After seeing it, his eyes suddenly bulged.
How can this be! ? Are I dazzled
In the rearview mirror, a spiral-shaped car covered in flying colors was approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It's him! ? It's really him!
It's like taking anesthesia and you can't close your mouth.
Fujiwara never expected that the first person to catch up with him would be Isuzu, whom he looked down upon and ignored the most.
Thinking of Zhang Xiaoqiang's insult to him at the foot of the mountain and the bet made by both parties, an unknown anger arose in Fujiwara's heart.
A mere talker dares to race with me. If he loses today, how will he be able to survive in the car industry in the future?
Thinking of this, Fujiwara stretched out his palm, gestured with his middle finger, and then raised the suspense in the car, and a red wake spurted out instantly.
"Nitrogen injection, he started nitrogen injection!" Li Huan'e explained immediately.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked forward and thought: So that's called nitrogen injection.
"Don't be nervous, it's just nitrogen spray, it's drizzle, it doesn't matter."
I don’t know where Zhang Xiaoqiang got his confidence, but Li Huan’e remembered that Zhang Xiaoqiang had said before that his car could artificially produce nitrogen by adding edamame beans.
Thinking of this, a bad premonition came to Li Huan'e's mind. He glanced at Zhang Xiaoqiang's increasingly sharp eyes, and immediately advised him: "Xiaoqiang, calm down, you must not..."
After all, he was still a step too late. Before Li Huan'e could finish his words, Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted angrily at the top of his lungs: "Nitrogen injection, right? Today I will show you what real nitrogen injection is!!"
"Brother Ao, serve!!"
"Buzz, buzz, buzz," the three furious engines roared, and Li Huan'e only heard a "pop" explosion.
Before she could react, her originally leaning body was pulled backwards by a huge pull.
Fujiwara was enjoying the pleasure brought by the nitrogen injection without realizing it, and the female model next to him screamed with excitement.
Fujiwara asked teasingly: "Do you feel good?"
"Cool!"
"Isn't it exciting to sting!?"
"Stimulate!"
"Hmph, I won the first place in the waiting meeting. I will make it more exciting for you in the hotel tonight!"
Fujiwara straightened up happily, then glanced at the rearview mirror again.
In his opinion, Zhang Xiaoqiang's Isuzu had been thrown away eight hundred miles away by him, and was eating ashes.
However, Fujiwara was unexpected.
The scene he expected did not appear. On the contrary...
"Puff puff!"
A fart-like explosion roared past his ears, and Fujiwara didn't see what was coming.
When he looked back and followed up, he couldn't help but gasp.
What the hell is going on!
Smog
Damn it! What is the taste!
There was a stench in the air, and Fujiwara could even smell a hint of edamame.
Damn it! !
Turning on the windshield wiper, Fujiwara leaned forward to identify the fog carefully, and finally saw the spiraling golden color.
"Zhang Xiaoqiang!!" It's tolerable, but who can't be tolerated!
The opponent's three-wheeled Isuzu actually ran in front of him. How could Fujiwara bear this tone.
When the accelerator is depressed, the fluctuation knob is turned off, and the nitrogen injection is started again.
The blue flame carried this unparalleled strength, and the red Bugatti Veyron rushed up as if on stimulants.
"Hoho, not bad!" Looking at Kojiro who was following closely, Zhang Xiaoqiang rolled down the window, stretched out his left palm, curled it into a fist, raised his thumb, and turned it downwards.
This is called courtesy.
Before, Fujiwara took the lead and showed off his middle finger to Zhang Xiaoqiang.
Nowadays, Zhang Xiaoqiang directly gives the latter a feast of stinky farts, and then turns his thumb on him when he is done.
This scene undoubtedly made Fujiwara even more annoyed. The accelerator pedal made a clicking sound when he stepped on it.
The speed of the red Bugatti Veyron was rising steadily. The female model in the car was chatting and laughing, but now seeing Fujiwara's serious look, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Kojiro, don't be as knowledgeable as the guy in front of you, he..."
"Shut the hell up, is it your bitch's turn to speak?" He glared at the female model angrily, who was so frightened by Fujiwara's cannibalism that she shut up.
Relying on the powerful power generated by the nitrogen injection, Fujiwara stayed behind Zhang Xiaoqiang.
In order not to go too far, Zhang Xiaoqiang warned Xiao Bailong before the game.
So at this moment, Xiao Bailong knew how to take measures.
After overtaking the Bugatti Veyron, he maintained his speed and always maintained half a car distance from the latter.
But within half a car's distance, Fujiwara tried his best but could not surpass it.
But it must be admitted that Fujiwara is still a good talker. At least he is more talkative than Zhang Xiaoqiang. He really understands drag racing skills.
It was during Xiao Bailong's leisurely time that he used a beautiful drift in the corner to overtake Isuzu.
After passing by, it was another two consecutive drifts that steadily gained the advantage.
"Oh, he was surpassed." Li Huan'e screamed with regret.
But when he saw the curve ahead, Li Huan'e's heartstrings suddenly became tense again.
(End of chapter)