Chapter 71 - 69: Tactical Blocking in Professional Racing

Yang Chen saw Wang Qian Ni so excited, he teased, "What kind of suggestive talk is that? People might think we’re doing something in the car."Wang Qian Ni wasn’t shy at all and immediately retorted, "So, do you want to try doing something in the car?"

"Shut up, I’m scared of you," Yang Chen replied.

Wang Qian Ni burst into a smug smile.

Seeing Yang Chen humiliated seemed to give her a mysterious pleasure.

Up ahead was a curve, and the other four cars all slowed down to varying degrees.

It’s just amateur playing around, no need to risk lives.

If you have an accident turning at a speed over a hundred, the car’s definitely totaled, and you’re done.

Up front, even Chen Lijun instinctively slowed down. His GTR had already accelerated to 150. If something happened, friends and family could just go to his house for a wake.

Just as Yang Chen repeatedly emphasized earlier, speed on a straight doesn’t count as fast; anyone can do that by hitting the gas.

Speed in the curves is what really shows skills. That’s where true speed is demonstrated.

The Lamborghini let out a roar, leaping forward like a fierce beast.

Wang Jun’s Audi RB was instantly left behind.

Wang Jun exclaimed, "Is this guy crazy? Doesn’t he know there’s a curve ahead?"

Curve?

Of course, Yang Chen knew there was a curve up ahead, that’s why he accelerated.

With a bit of distance to the curve, Yang Chen immediately used the handbrake, making the car skim the edge as it entered the curve, already drifting before aligning with the turn.

Zhang Jun, driving the Audi R8 behind, widened his eyes at the sight.

"Damn! How does a rideshare driver have such skills?" Zhang Jun marveled.

Wang Qian Ni felt like she was going to get thrown out and quickly held onto the seat tightly.

"Yang Chen, you can drift!" Wang Qian Ni shouted.

Yang Chen didn’t answer; by then, the car had cleared the curve. Yang Chen executed a "fish tail" maneuver to align the car on the straight path, continuing at 150 km/h.

At the starting point, all eyes were glued to the computer screen, stunned by the red dot trajectory representing Yang Chen’s car.

"What the hell! How did the Lamborghini just get through? It didn’t seem to slow down at all!"

"From the red dot’s trajectory, it obviously drifted through the curve."

"Damn! Wasn’t he just a rideshare driver? How does he know how to drift through a corner?"

"Oh no! I just bet a million on Young Master Jun winning. Jun slowed down on the curves while this guy drifted through without slowing. Doesn’t that mean Young Master Jun might not definitely win?"

...

Wang Zijun laughed heartily, "No worries, you can still bet more. I’m super easy-going; just bring out your money and you can still bet on Yang Chen to win."

They had just bet all their money on Chen Lijun to win, so they had no money left to bet on Yang Chen.

Besides, they still believed Chen Lijun had a higher chance of winning since he was a professional driver.

At this moment, the red dot representing Yang Chen’s car drew a perfect arc again, then quickly moved onto the straight to catch up with Li He driving the Ferrari 458.

"Damn! Another drift!"

"Li He’s about to get overtaken! Dude, hold your position, don’t let him overtake!"

"Damn! He couldn’t hold the third position, got overtaken by the Lamborghini! Damn, this guy’s got skills!"

...

By now, Wang Qian Ni was ecstatic, shouting to Yang Chen, "Yang Chen, you’re amazing! Faster, I want you to go even faster! Woohoo... Yeah!"

"Weren’t you saying you wouldn’t scream? Quiet down, you’re so noisy!" Yang Chen said.

Wang Qian Ni giggled, "You’re so awesome, I can’t help but scream. It’s instinctive, how can I control it?"

Why does it feel like there’s something off about what she says, but can’t pinpoint what’s wrong?

There are still four curves; if Yang Chen can’t overtake Chen Lijun, it’ll be too hard to overtake him on the modified GTR on the final straight.

The biggest problem is, even if Yang Chen leads the GTR entering the final straight, he can’t guarantee a win.

Because the modified GTR is definitely faster than the Lamborghini on the straight.

So, to ensure victory, Yang Chen must lead the GTR for at least a curve to have a chance.

Yang Chen stepped on the gas again, accelerating ahead.

Wang Qian Ni felt the obvious pull-back sensation and quickly said, "Brother, there’s another curve ahead, don’t go so fast, I can’t take it."

Yang Chen ignored her; he had to overtake the McLaren on the next curve.

At that moment, Chen Lijun, in the lead, ordered Zhou Yang driving the McLaren via radio to block Yang Chen.

Zhou Yang promptly complied, slowing down and occupying the middle of the lane, swaying left and right to prevent Yang Chen from overtaking.

For safety reasons, Yang Chen had to slow down, following Zhou Yang into the curve.

If Yang Chen forced an overtake in the curve and accidentally collided with Zhou Yang’s McLaren, they’d both be screwed.

In short, Zhou Yang was betting Yang Chen wouldn’t risk it all.

Wang Qian Ni angrily said, "Zhou Yang, that bastard, he’s doing it on purpose!"

Less than 300 meters to the next curve, Yang Chen alerted, "Hold on tight! There’s going to be a big drift soon!"

Wang Qian Ni was a bit scared, her excitement now replaced with fear.

In the McLaren, Zhou Yang chuckled, "Young Master Jun, run free, I’ll block him. Win the race and remember to treat us."

Chen Lijun laughed heartily, "Good brother, don’t worry. Once we win, we’ll make him crawl under us on his knees."

"Haha..." The two laughed together.

Yang Chen kept changing lanes, trying to shake McLaren’s position.

Just as they were entering the curve, McLaren slowed down.

"Now’s the time!" Yang Chen muttered.

The Lamborghini made a sharp right turn as if to overtake on the right, McLaren quickly swerved right to block the overtaking route.

In that instant, the Lamborghini suddenly swerved left, almost grazing McLaren’s bumper to its left side, then Yang Chen hit the gas, shifted gears, and surged forward.

Everything happened in a flash. Zhou Yang didn’t even have a chance to react before he saw the Lamborghini overtake him.

"Damn! This guy’s got guts! He’s risking it all!" Zhou Yang said.

Chen Lijun quickly asked, "Damn! What’s going on? Zhou Yang, how did he get past you?"

Zhou Yang quickly replied, "Couldn’t block him! This kid’s too tricky, no idea how he suddenly left me behind. Sorry, Young Master Jun, it’s all on you now."

Chen Lijun angrily shouted, "Damn! Can you guys do anything right? But no worries, I’m a professional driver with a better car, there’s no reason to lose to him!"

At that moment, Yang Chen drifted through the third curve, smoothly maintaining speed onto the straight.

Now he was less than 10 meters from Chen Lijun, with the GTR leveraging its powerful engine to keep the lead.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhao Yufen said, "Ah Jun, he’s catching up, step on it!"

Chen Lijun chuckled, "Relax, he can’t catch up. I’ll keep him at bay. Once we round the last curve and hit the final 2km straight, I could win with my eyes closed."

Chen Lijun’s strategy was solid. As long as he kept Yang Chen from overtaking, entering the final 2km stretch for a sprint finish, his GTR would definitely win.

Back at the starting point.

Everyone stared at the computer screen, discussing.

"The Lamborghini is keeping about a 10-meter distance from the GTR, what’s that about?"

"Isn’t it obvious? The GTR is tactically controlling the speed, not letting the Lamborghini overtake. You can see from the slight swaying of the red dot representing the GTR that it’s blocking the lane, leaving no chance for the Lamborghini."

"Chen Lijun, that bastard, isn’t this underhanded? He can’t rely on skill, so he uses these sneaky tactics."

"It’s also a strategy, like how professional teams have teammates block trailing cars."

"Brother Jun, don’t make excuses to avoid paying if you lose."

"Haha..."

Wang Zijun smirked, "You bunch of kids, I, Brother Jun, was already a playboy when you were still sneaking peeks at girls’ bras in school. You think I’d stoop to cheating for this little money? The race isn’t over yet, who says the Lamborghini can’t overtake the GTR?"

Wang Zijun’s words were tough, but deep down, he was worried.

After all, Chen Lijun was a semi-professional driver, his skills surpassing amateurs easily.

If Chen Lijun deliberately used this kind of rogue strategy, Yang Chen, just a rideshare driver, wouldn’t be able to solve such a tricky challenge, even for professional drivers.

"Bro, you have to win! If you lose, even all my living expenses for the next year might not cover it. If you win, I’ll let you be my brother-in-law. My sister’s so pretty, you’ll be so lucky," Wang Zijun thought to himself.