He Lefeng looked at He Xiong and whispered: "Uncle, Sister Yan and I will do our best."

After He Xiong left, Lin Yan and He Lefeng sat aside, watching the pre-race inspection of the He family team.

"It's true that there is no good equipment." Lin Yan glanced at it for a few times and said softly.

He Lefeng's expression was a little awkward, "Sister Yan, it's actually okay. Although it's not as good as those big racing teams, there are all basic things that should be there."

After hearing this, Lin Yan couldn't help but hold his forehead.

If you don’t even have basic equipment, can you still go on the road? What is basic...

"Sister Yan, in fact, in addition to equipment, the judgment and skills of racing drivers are also the key to racing." He Lefeng said.

Hearing the sound, Lin Yan smiled slightly. In addition to auxiliary equipment, the most important thing is racing cars. However, cars that can meet racing standards can be no matter how bad they are, as long as the difference is not too huge, the technology is enough to make up for it.

"Xiaofeng, Xiaoyan, come down."

A moment later, the old man He Dingkun shouted to Lin Yan.

When Lin Yan and He Lefeng nodded when they heard the old man speak, they stood up at the same time and walked towards the preparatory field.

"Xiaofeng, match uniform."

The old man He Dingkun handed a silver match uniform to He Lefeng.

"Fire-resistant racing shoes, flame-resistant masks, flame-resistant gloves, and helmets, check them yourself and give Xiaoyan a set." He Dingkun said.

"Grandpa, I understand." He Lefeng squatted aside and carefully checked the racing equipment.

After confirming that, He Lefeng directly put the silver racing suit on himself and immediately looked at Lin Yan: "Sister Yan, my navigator was a man before. I guess you can't use his equipment. A few days ago, my grandfather specially customized a set for you. I'll go to the car to pick it up for you."

"Okay." Lin Yan nodded.

Soon, Lin Yan's eyes fell on the racing suit that He Lefeng had already put on, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

"Xiaofeng, our racing suit... Why do I look familiar?" Lin Yan asked.

The He Family Racing Team's racing suits, except for the different team logos and styles and colors, are almost the same as her former racing suits. If you don't identify them carefully, it is almost easy to admit mistakes.

Hearing Lin Yan's words, He Lefeng smiled and said, "Sister Yan, you must feel familiar with me when you look at me. You saw it last night."

"I saw it last night?" Lin Yan looked a little confused.

"Yes." He Lefeng nodded and explained to Lin Yan: "Didn't we watch the racing video together last night... The racetrack God of Death Yeva wore, this is the racing uniform."

Lin Yan: "..." She guessed correctly.

"Haha, Sister Yan, you don't know. In fact, our racing uniforms are very popular in the domestic circle. Many racing teams of all sizes like silver racing uniforms." He Lefeng smiled.

Lin Yan really doesn't know much about domestic racing circles.

"Since the world's No. 1 league in the track, the silver racing suit has become popular, including several disciples of the track, the Wave Python God and the Death Butcher Car Emperor. All they used in silver car suits afterwards." He Lefeng explained.

"Have you finished talking nonsense?"

Before Lin Yan could speak, He Xiong and He Mingkai strode forward.

"She is just a charger. You tell her so much, what do she know? Wasting time. Check her car quickly." He Xiong waved impatiently.
Chapter completed!