"What? You want to race me with this beat-up pickup truck?"
Wang Long looked incredulously at the old, nearly obsolete classic pickup in front of him. He thought that even the poorest families wouldn't drive this clunker, let alone use it for farming.
"Ye Qiu, think it over. If worse comes to worst, use my Ford Mustang to race instead."
Cheng Jie was also speechless as he looked at Ye Qiu. He hadn't expected that after Ye Qiu took him back to pick up his car, he'd actually use this outdated vehicle to compete.
"No need, I'll use this pickup." Ye Qiu said, then glanced at the time. Seeing it was already 4:50, his brow furrowed as he thought to himself, "I have to reach H City by 5:20 every day; it's already 4:50 now, leaving me only 30 minutes."
Thinking that he had just broken the record by completing the route in 39 minutes but now needed to make it in 30 minutes, Ye Qiu felt a bit tense.
Moreover, the bed of his truck currently held the tofu he had to deliver. Tofu is so soft that a slight impact would break it, so he also had to consider the tofu during the drive, ensuring it wouldn't get smashed.
This made the situation particularly challenging for Ye Qiu. At this moment, even someone like him, who had participated in international competitions and stood at the peak of the world's racing ranks, felt a bit nervous.
"Tsk tsk, the kid is nervous."
Noticing Ye Qiu's anxious expression, Wang Long sneered internally, then looked at his own sports car before glancing at Ye Qiu's tattered pickup, hesitating slightly before saying, "Since you insist on racing me with this broken pickup, I won't bully you. So, I'll give you a 2000-meter head start, and let you run for 10 minutes first. How about that?"
"Are you sure?"
Ye Qiu asked.
"Heh, I'm sure. That way, when I beat you, you can't whine and say it's unfair or that I'm bullying you."
Wang Long said.
Ye Qiu nodded, then nodded at Yue Feng, and said to Cheng Jie, "Fatty, I'm off."
Cheng Jie said, "You go ahead; I won't jump on to add weight to you."
Ye Qiu nodded, then started the pickup. But as he did, his old habit crept up; he failed to start it on the first try.
Instantly, Wang Long and his lackeys were dumbfounded and then burst into laughter, holding their stomachs.
Subsequently, Wang Long watched as the pickup, only starting after a few taps on the hood, drove away. He said to Yue Feng, "Yue, you seem to have picked the wrong person. That guy is not only a big talker, but he's also overestimating himself with your McLaren."
"Don't jump to conclusions before it's over."
Yue Feng interrupted Wang Long, then climbed into his McLaren. After starting it, he said to Wang Long, "This time, it's a race between the two of you, so I'll head to the finish line first and wait."
With that said, he watched the direction in which the pickup left and muttered to himself, "That pickup's engine, with an attack speed of 379 and power of 321—how could such a broken-down pickup be modified like this? I want to see how long it takes this guy to reach H City with that clunker."
With that, the McLaren let out a roar from its engine, sped off, and disappeared in an instant.
"Hmph, idiot..."
Wang Long cursed as he watched the McLaren leave, then revealed a look of excitement in his eyes, saying, "Heh heh, I never thought Yue Feng's McLaren would be so easy to get."
Speaking, Wang Long stood in place as he slowly pulled out a cigarette. Immediately, his lackey, White Mao, came over to light it for him, saying, "Dragon Brother, how long do you think it'll take that kid to reach H City?"
"Heh heh, I reckon with that beat-up pickup, it would take about 3 hours to reach H City, no, make that 4 hours if the wheels don't fly off first."
"Sounds about right. That pickup has been obsolete for a long time, while this Lambo of Dragon Brother's is equipped with Level 1 peak parts, almost reaching Level 2 racing standards, with a 380 speed per second and 390 power. Even if Dragon Brother was a rookie, just driving this car lying down would still win..."
Bang.
Before he finished speaking, this lackey received a knock on the head from Wang Long, who then scolded, "What are you talking about? What rookie... But to deal with that kid, I could win lying down. Oh yeah, someone recommend a movie for me to watch on the way, 'cause I might get bored driving."
"Oh, I know one. It's a new film by Teacher Cang..."
"Get lost, I want a movie... no porn..."
Watching Wang Long and his lackeys fooling around so carelessly, Cheng Jie, sitting in the Ford Mustang, gripped the steering wheel tightly.
Seeing them belittle Ye Qiu so much made him furious, but he was powerless. At the same time, he was puzzled as to why Ye Qiu was behaving so erratically today, agreeing to race Wang Long.
"Ye Qiu, oh Ye Qiu, what are you up to now? If you lose again and Yue Feng's McLaren falls into Wang Long's hands, how will you repay him in the future..."
Cheng Jie worried for Ye Qiu, thinking of a way to help but eventually found no solution. Instead, he started the Ford Mustang and drove towards H City.
"Oh well, I hope when you lose later, I'll be able to comfort you, Ye Qiu."
Despite not yet knowing the result, Cheng Jie had already concluded that Ye Qiu would lose and considered how to console him later.
...
At this time, Ye Qiu, seeing the time was 5:10, was anxious.
He had floored the pickup's gas pedal, and the speedometer was already in the red zone. The pickup felt like it was about to take off. But Ye Qiu knew that getting to H City in under ten minutes, without damaging the tofu, was an impossible task.
"What to do?"
Frustrated, Ye Qiu frantically turned the wheel to drift around a corner, watching time slip away and growing more nervous. Suddenly, his eyes brightened, "Got it."
With that thought, Ye Qiu communicated mentally to Fle, "Fle, can you enable Super Driving for me again?"
Fle said: "Alright, but it will cost 10,000 Experience Points."
Ye Qiu felt a pang of regret, but he couldn't afford to think too much at this moment, so he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay."
"Activate Super Driving Level 1, deduct 10,000 Experience Points from the host, confirm?"
"Confirm!"
"Ding, deducting 10,000 Experience Points, remaining 2403"
"Super Driving activated... Host get ready."
With the experience from last time, Ye Qiu was prepared this time. As he watched, a blue light from the necklace around his chest instantly covered the vehicle, and then he saw the pickup truck, under the blue glow, going through changes from the engine down to the headlights.
"Ding, system detected host's vehicle engine as Level 4 engine, do you wish to overwrite with system's Level 3 engine.
"4? Level 4 engine?" Ye Qiu was stunned: "What's going on?"
"Do you want to overwrite…"
This moment couldn't allow Ye Qiu to ponder too much, he set aside the doubts in his heart and said: "Yes."
Shush.
As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, the blue glow on the pickup truck intensified, and soon the sound of modifications could be heard from the car's interior.
After the modifications completed in just a few seconds, Ye Qiu heard the system prompt asking whether to activate, after taking a deep breath, he nodded: "Activate."
And this time his hands were firmly gripping the steering wheel, because he remembered Super Driving had a proficiency, and increasing proficiency required him to control the car under the Super Driving state.
Vroom.
Upon Ye Qiu's command, this modified pickup truck, now comparable to a Level 3 peak racer, emitted a long flame from its exhaust pipe, then charged forward like a rocket booster.
Ye Qiu in the driver's seat was slammed back against the seat by the tremendous force, yet his hands kept a firm grip on the steering wheel.
And his vision, comparable to a fast-forwarded movie where outside scenes flashed rapidly, was so swift that Ye Qiu couldn't see clearly, he could only hear the system prompt directing left, right, drift braking, and so on…
Ye Qiu's mind was nearly overwhelmed by the busy system prompts, but he persevered, as he noted that by doing so, the proficiency of Super Driving was gradually increasing.
Simultaneously, a delightful system prompt informed Ye Qiu that during this extraordinary driving, his Five Attributes were steadily increasing…
...
Yue Feng, driving his McLaren MP4-12C that reaches up to 320 per second, went full throttle upon hitting the Minshan Highway, eager to see how much time Ye Qiu needed to arrive in H City.
However, after traveling 30 kilometers in his McLaren MP4-12C, with a speed of XX per second, he did not spot Ye Qiu's pickup truck. Yue Feng said: "This kid has some skills."
And at the 50-kilometer mark, Yue Feng furrowed his brow, thinking: "This kid is quite impressive."
Yet after 100 kilometers, Yue Feng's eyes were full of shock, seeing the speedometer displaying a speed of 410 per second. He exclaimed: "Is this kid human?"
Earlier when competing with Wang Long, he didn't even push the McLaren MP4-12C to this speed for the sake of humility.
And now, even at a speed of 410 per second, Ye Qiu was still nowhere to be seen.
"This guy is really surprising."
Beneath his black-framed glasses, Yue Feng's eyes flashed brilliantly, and then he pressed a button on the McLaren MP4-12C steering wheel, causing the exhaust to blast flames, its speed soaring to 500KM per second.
This speed further confirmed Yue Feng's McLaren MP4-12C was indeed a Level 2 racer.
"With the remaining 30 kilometers, I refuse to believe I can't catch up with you."
Ye Qiu had piqued Yue Feng's interest, prompting him to unleash his full potential, as the McLaren MP4-12C raced towards H City at its limit.
However, as the distance to H City's entrance decreased, Yue Feng looked at the highway signs and the shock in his eyes intensified.
Finally, when the McLaren MP4-12C braked to stop at the H City entrance, Yue Feng looked around and saw no trace of the pickup truck, his heart filled with astonishment.
He swallowed and murmured: "Where did that guy go? Did something happen midway and he didn't make it?"
"No, nothing occurred midway, and this road leads straight to H City."
Yue Feng furrowed his brow, puzzled, then got out of the car, standing there scanning the surrounding roads.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Yue Feng noticed tire marks on the ground that caught his attention. Approaching the tire tracks, he squatted down to feel them, his mouth wide open: "Impossible, how could it be… this, this, actually surpassed a speed of 600KM per second, this, this…"
Yue Feng's McLaren MP4-12C had just peaked at 500 per second, yet these tire marks clearly indicated a speed of 600, this indeed surpassed Level 3 racer existence, leaving him standing there dumbfounded.
If he knew that upon entering H City, Ye Qiu intentionally slowed down to avoid unnecessary trouble, he would likely faint on the spot.
"Haha, seems this is a hidden master."
Yue Feng recovered from his shock after a long while, and then looking towards the Minshan direction, a smile appeared on his face, he spoke to himself: "Looks like a Lamborghini will be acquired soon."