"What do you mean? What's there to like about mirrors and windowsills?"
"Uh…" He Yuanyuan paused for a moment. "You'll understand in the future."
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
The countdown timer sounded, and 30 cars rushed out one after another!
Zhou Zhipeng stepped on the accelerator. He originally thought that he could take the lead and take first place in one go.
He didn't expect Lin Yi to be half a car ahead as soon as he started!
"You started so quickly! You're quite capable."
"Old Zhou, what's going on? How did he get ahead of you?" Wu Qiming said through the walkie-talkie.
"Don't panic. I was driving with one hand. Now I'm going to get serious."
"Is that so?" Wu Qiming said as if he had been relieved of a burden.
"He can take the first place, so he must have some skills. Therefore, you need to be serious. Winning against them is not the goal; the key is to widen the gap as much as possible and get to the finish line with a dominating lead."
