Just as they were talking, someone had already applied for the runway in the club, and then a special staff came out to open the runway for them and took some protective measures.

"I'll send my car to you?" Song Yun turned his head and looked at Xiao Qian and said.

Xiao Qian threw his car key to Song Yun casually and said, "You just look forward to you winning, otherwise I will turn around and drive back to Yuhang. No one can touch me in the Yuhang territory. As for the consequences of losing, you will bear it alone."

"Okay, okay." Song Yun waved his hand to Xiao Qian impatiently and got into the car.

About ten minutes later, a man in work uniform came to report that the track was ready and the competition could begin. At the same time, the hall also used a speaker to report the news in order to remind the club members to go to the stadium to enjoy and watch.

Many people come to the club not to ride with others, but to appreciate others' racing. When they hear there are car racing, and both parties participating in the competition are very interesting characters.

Baimao started learning racing with his cousin at the age of seventeen. Now he has more than ten years of experience in racing. He also won the first place in the Southern Jiangsu Racing Conference held by SS. Others were nicknamed "Car God", and they are also among the top 20 people in the country.

In the eyes of others, Song Yun is a fledgling child. He is actually a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger and dares to challenge White Hair. Is it because he has real skills or just to show off in front of women? This is very concerning to everyone.

Sitting in the sports car, Song Yun began to become familiar with the dynamics of the car. He felt that he could slowly drive into the stadium.

"How many laps will we run?" Baimao lowered the car window and looked at Song Yun and asked.

"Three laps determine the outcome. I don't like running dozens of laps." Song Yun said.

"Three laps are OK. Although I can't show real technology, I value the results more than technology." Bai Mao nodded and said. In fact, in their competition, they basically had to run a dozen laps at least. The first three laps were completely warm-up, and the next ten laps started real technology. It was exciting to have the lead and chase.

Soon, all parties arrived. A beautiful woman in black lace dress held a torch and walked to the front of the two cars. She stretched out three fingers, and then turned into two. One, a gust of wind passed by, and the two cars passed by her at the same time.

The lace outfit on her body was torn apart by the strong wind, turning into two pieces of cloth floating in the air. So, holding the torch, she stood there all over her body, without any strands of it, sexy and stimulating.

"Come on, come on, and surpass this little white-faced." On the field, it is not only a competition between two racers, but also a competition between the audience on the table. However, the racing in daily life is completely divided into two factions. The two groups of people scold each other a few words when watching the competition, but today it is different. Everyone stood on the side of Baimao, and as for Song Yun, there is only one Xiao Qian.

A pair of big men can't curse at Xiao Qian, so they can only focus all their attention on the field and keep roaring at the two cars.

"Song Yun, Song Yun, now that the circle has passed, the white hair is still leading, how can you win?" Xiao Qian shook her head and got up and was about to leave the position.

But just as she turned around, she suddenly heard a thunderous shouting sound in the audience. Basically all of these swear words were towards Song Yun. If you listen carefully, it seemed that Song Yun suddenly accelerated on a bend, wiping over the white-haired car, and completing the overtake.

Xiao Qian ran quickly towards the railing and found that Song Yun was indeed the first in the first place. She opened her mouth wide and murmured, "What the hell do you do? You are actually more powerful in racing than white hair. How is this possible?"

When Song Yun and Baimao finalized the competition, Xiao Qian had predicted that Song Yun would lose, and he would lose badly. At least he had to be pulled on two laps by Baimao, but now it seems that the situation is different. Song Yun fully demonstrated his driving skills in the second lap.

Not only did he complete the extreme cornering and overtaking, he also kept accelerating and threw the white hair behind him. Looking at the sports car that accelerated to the extreme, Xiao Qian suddenly felt a craze in her heart. It seemed that the man her sister liked was not necessarily useless.

The three laps were not long, and the winner could be decided in only seven or eight minutes. When Song Yun drove the sports car across the finish line, everyone present seemed to be half a beat slower. What shy, what shy, what I can't drive. These are all excuses. With his harmless face, they actually deceived them all. They felt that they were very much like a pig, a pig that was slaughtered by others.

Although these people have not bets too much, the people who are in the banker will pay a lot of compensation. If you buy one and get twenty, Song Yun’s one million plus Xiao Qian’s one million is two million, you will have to pay 40 million. Although you can afford this 40 million, which is only the money of two or three sports cars, who would be willing to give so much money to others at will?

The man who was on the banker looked at his female companion and said, "Do you think I look like a donkey?"

"It's not like it. How could a young master be so handsome? "The woman said flatteredly.

"Oh, I'm really a donkey. I have to rub it for others and I want to kill him." The man held his head and kowtowed him a few times, scaring his female companion trembled all over.

After the two cars were turned off, Song Yun got out of the car and lit a cigarette and took a sip, leaning comfortably against the car door. How long has it been since he had been here? He only remembered that he had a tie with a foreigner when he was racing, which seemed to be called Schumacher. That time he used all his strength to tie. It seemed that his skills in playing cars for so many years have not yet fallen behind.

"You are very awesome." Baimao said with a serious expression after getting off the car.

"It's generally the third in the world." Song Yun waved his hand and said modestly. "Don't get close to me, the bets we should have cannot be invalidated."

"Of course it won't be invalid. I'm a spit and a bit of nailing it. I will never get back what I lose to you." Baimao also lit a cigarette and said. "It's just that whoever you learned your racing skills? Ordinary people can't practice it. Just when you were just over the curve, you were completely at the master level."

"I haven't learned from anyone, I'm just self-taught. You were very smart just now and actually stepped on the brakes." Song Yun said with a smile. "If you don't step on the brakes, your car may roll over due to the collision between the two cars."

"I am very happy to have such a game with you today. Your skills let me know that there are people outside the world. I am looking forward to meeting you next time." Bai Mao and Song Yun shook hands and said sincerely.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!