Chapter 111: Trust Me, Who Trusted You Back Then
The time had come to high noon, when the sunlight was at its most scorching. The tourists in Zidian City wished they could all hide in the various shopping malls or shops with cool air conditioning to escape the sweltering summer heat.
However, on the Speedway on the outskirts of Zidian City, group after group of gathered people didn't seem to mind their sunburnt faces or their constantly sweating foreheads at all. Instead, they excitedly waved flags and shouted, cheering on the two "rookies" on the track.
Of course, the main object of their cheers was Red, who was riding the electromagnetic levitation motorcycle and was already far ahead. This was because very few people were optimistic about the girl-and-dog combo who were barely managing to drive the two-wheeled motorcycle.
And the facts proved it.
"Damn it, we're behind right from the start..."
Misa looked at the big screen, gritting her teeth.
On the straight track, two figures were currently advancing at high speed. However, the figure in the right lane was leading by at least 4 to 5 bike lengths.
"Rio, give it more gas."
Ming Rizhao said to Rio, who was holding the handlebars.
"No good! This speed is already the limit of our control! If we accelerate any more, it'll be hard to control."
Because the sound of the wind from their rapid advance was too loud, Rio had to raise his voice to respond.
"But if this goes on, we're going to lose."
"No, we still have a chance."
"If we can't catch up, how will we have a chance to overtake..."
Ming Rizhao was somewhat dejected.
This isn't working, Rio's thoughts raced.
The Pokémon battles where they couldn't coordinate smoothly, the many setbacks while learning to ride the motorcycle, not to mention being left far behind by the opponent right at the start of this race... no matter how firm the spirit, after facing so many setbacks, the resulting feeling of powerless disappointment would also wear down one's fighting spirit bit by bit.
"Rio, trust me!"
The girl's voice sounded in his memory.
Suddenly thinking of those sparkling eyes from his memory, Rio closed his eyes, and then opened them again!
"Xiao Zhao, trust me!"
Rio tightened his grip on the handlebars and said firmly to his trainer.
In the past, you gave me your trust. Now, just like the you who believed in me back then, it's my turn to give you my trust!
"Trust me! There will definitely be a chance!"
Why was Rio so certain? Because during his training over the past two weeks, he often took advantage of rest times to go to the Speedway and observe various motorcycle races. Therefore, he had discovered a fatal weakness of the electromagnetic levitation motorcycle.
And that was...
"We definitely can't match them on the straights. Whether it's the motorcycle's performance or the difficulty of riding, we are at a disadvantage."
"However, we still have a chance to turn things around."
"And that is... the curves!"
"The curves?" Ming Rizhao asked back, puzzled.
"Yes, the curves!"
"That is our only chance!"
Hearing her Pokémon's words, Ming Rizhao looked up at the figure that had already sped far away, then nodded.
"Understood! I'll leave it to you, Rio!"
She decided to place her trust in Rio and rallied her spirits again.
"Then tell me, how much longer until we enter the curves?"
Rio shouted.
Ming Rizhao squinted her eyes. Relying on her excellent ability to judge road conditions, she replied, "I predict about 50 meters..."
The two motorcycles were still speeding down the first straightaway, but the Bōsōzoku and various onlookers on both sides were already in an uproar.
"I told you those old antiques were useless! Look, they've been left so far behind! They might as well just admit defeat."
The Bōsōzoku supporting the maglev motorcycle roared with laughter, continuously making rude gestures at the small group of Bōsōzoku across the track who still supported traditional motorcycles.
"The race isn't over yet! We don't know who will win or lose in the end!"
The opposing Bōsōzoku retorted, but from their words, it was clear they also lacked confidence.
And many of the onlookers also praised the maglev motorcycle one after another.
"This kind of motorcycle is so cool and easy to ride. Maybe I should consider buying one?"
"Hmm? Little brother, you want to buy a bike? It just so happens I have an internal discount from the Zidian City Motorcycle Company here. I can give you a 20% discount. Are you interested?"
"Ah, no, no, I was just saying. My funds are not too optimistic."
"Having trouble with funds? What a coincidence! I also happen to have channels for processing various low-interest loans here. Would you like to know more?"
"Huh? Uh, um, I was just out for a walk, and I don't need these for the time being."
"A walk, is it? Walking is very good, beneficial for your health. But little brother, I think it would be best if you could get a health insurance policy. That way, you can protect your physical health. If you buy now, it only costs..."
"Ahhhhhhh, can I just not watch the race?! Leave me alone..."
The onlooker shouted, on the verge of a breakdown, and ran far away.
A group of Bōsōzoku was left looking at each other, and at the salesperson who had naturally taken out various insurance forms.
Suddenly, the salesperson looked towards the group of Bōsōzoku, his eyes lighting up.
"Friend, have you heard of Amway..."
"Vroom!" The Bōsōzoku fled in disarray.
Leaving aside the interlude off the track, the two motorcycles on the track had almost finished the initial straightaway and were now in front of the first curve.
A motorcycle racetrack sounds profound, but in the end, it is just a combination of two simple types of road sections—straights and curves. There's not much to say about straights; different straights just differ in length and width. But when it comes to curves, there's a lot of knowledge involved. Looking at the Speedway, there were all sorts of strange and varied curve sections, such as continuous S-turns, 90-degree turns, and even 180-degree super turns, each with different technical requirements for the motorcycle rider.
For the Speedway, the Bōsōzoku old-timer and his group had built various racetracks back in the day. And the track that Ming Rizhao and Red were racing on was one of those classic tracks:
Starting from the beginning, first passing through a long straightaway, then three S-curves, followed by a shorter straightaway connected to thirteen continuous C-shaped curves. Finally, after rushing out of the curves and entering a straightaway, they would face the final 180-degree super large turn, until they passed the finish line.
The combination of continuous straights and curves had very high requirements for both the driver's skill and the motorcycle's speed.
As for why this track was chosen for two "rookies" to race on, it was the result of a private discussion between Rio and Misa. And for Masha, almost all the tracks on the Speedway had been retrofitted by him; electromagnetic rails were buried underground. As long as the maglev motorcycles could levitate smoothly, he didn't care which track it was.
Back at the starting line, Misa looked at the big screen. As Ming Rizhao and Rio were about to enter the curved section of the road, she couldn't help but feel nervous.
She remembered what that mysterious Pokémon had privately communicated to her.
"Sister Misa, if possible, try to choose a track with many curves."
"Hmm? Why?"
"Because those electromagnetic levitation motorcycles of theirs have a major weakness, and that is..."
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