Han Feifei, Ma Zhenyu, and Evan, the three top racers, only had each other in their eyes. They didn't care about Qin Li at all.
This was human nature.
A person's name was like a tree's shadow. They had never heard of the name Qin Li, let alone seen him on the Chunming Mountain race track.
So what if he was a top racer from outside?
A strong dragon could not suppress a local snake.
Without being familiar with the track, even a top racer would be helpless.
"Use your full strength. I hope you don't disappoint me too much, so as not to weaken Rafah's reputation.”
Ma Zhenyu looked at Qin Li with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Don't try to be brave later. It's normal that you can't beat us. It's not embarrassing. You just have to run properly.”
Han Feifei reminded him.
"Hey, buddy, don't worry. Feifei has already said hello. I won't make things difficult for you.”
Evan had a straightforward personality. He grinned and said that he would not bully the other party.
If it was anyone else who was being looked down upon like this, their expressions would probably not be too good.
However, Qin Li was still as calm as ever.
The corners of his mouth even curled up.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
"Boom…"
At this moment, the four supercars started their engines, and their roars shook the sky. One after another, they seemed to be shouting at each other and provoking each other.
The hundreds of spectators cheered excitedly.
There were hot beauties dancing with the music and the roaring of the engines, twisting their waists and exuding charm.
Some fashionable socialites let go of their bodies and opened champagne to celebrate. They sprayed it everywhere and were indescribably charming.
The enthusiasm of the crowd was raised to an extremely high level.
"Bang!"
An air gun sounded and the referee announced the start of the match.
Four top-notch supercars rushed out like dragons out of the sea, looking aggressive.
A red Ferrari Rafah, a blue Porsche 918, a yellow McLaren P1, a black Lamborghini Bull Demon King…
A few seconds later, it flew like a jet, leaving a long trail of flames behind.
This was the terrifying speed of a top divine beast supercar!
The four top-notch supercars were all existences that could exceed 100 in three seconds.
When accelerating from zero to 100 meters, Rafah needed 2.9 seconds to break 100.
Ma Zhenyu's McLaren P1 required 2.8 seconds;
Evan's Lamborghini Bull Demon King needed 2.75 seconds.
Han Feifei's Porsche 918 only needed 2.6!
At first glance, Han Feifei's Porsche 918 had the absolute advantage, but the real race was not about the 100-meter acceleration.
After all, the race track was not a straight line that spanned a few hundred kilometers.
This slight advantage in 100-meter acceleration was almost negligible in the eyes of top drivers.
However, in reality, Han Feifei's Porsche 918 was slightly ahead in the short distance.
Next was Ma Zhenyu's McLaren P1 and Evan's Lamborghini.
Qin Li's Rafah was slightly behind the three of them.
"Didn't you say that Rafah is the most expensive supercar among these supercars? Why did you fall behind from the start?"
A young girl with fashionable braids, ripped jeans, and ear studs asked in confusion.
She had just joined this industry not long ago. Although she liked supercars, she did not know much about them.
In her opinion, shouldn't the more expensive the item, the faster it would be?
Even if he wasn't the fastest, he shouldn't be the last, right?
The girl in the ripped jeans was originally very fond of the red Rafah's hot and charming appearance, but when she saw this scene, she was quite disappointed.
The reason why a supercar was called a supercar was that it was second to none in terms of speed.
If the most expensive supercar couldn't outrun the cheaper supercars, wouldn't it be good-looking but useless?
A young man with a buzz cut beside her looked over. He saw the snow white skin that was exposed under the torn copper jeans of the young girl, and then looked at her slightly tender but rather beautiful face.
The buzz cut youth could not help but smile and patiently explained,"Racing isn't just about the 100-meter acceleration. Compared to the other three supercars, although Rafah is slightly inferior in this aspect, don't forget that a Ferrari is still a Ferrari.
In terms of overall performance, the Rafah was better than the other three supercars.
If you continue to look, you will know that as long as the four competitors 'driving skills are not too different, then Rafah will definitely not be the last one!
Of course, the prerequisite was that the driver driving Rafah wasn't too bad. Otherwise, Rafah would really be buried by him.”
"Is it like this?"
The girl in ripped jeans seemed to understand, but she could only stare at the big screen and watch carefully.
However, through the explanation of the buzz-cut young man, she finally regained some confidence in Rafah.
However, when the four supercars passed through five or six curves, her confidence that had just been built up collapsed instantly!
At this time, Rafah was still in last place, and there was a clear gap between him and the third place!
First place was still Han Feifei's Porsche 918.
In second place, Evan's Lamborghini was a big shot.
In third place, Ma Zhenyu's McLaren P1 followed closely behind.
"As expected of the king of the New North Raceway. The Porsche 918 really lives up to its reputation.”
"It seems that the Porsche 918 will be the top of the three godly cars in the future.”
"That depends on who the driver is. Our Sister Feifei is a woman who is not inferior to men. She is known as the number one female racing god of Mount Spring!”
"That's right. Look at that Rafah. It's also one of the three divine chariots. It's a disgrace to its reputation.”
"Is this really Rafah? Could it be a modified car? Wearing a Rafah shell?"
"It's possible. With this speed, I can overtake him in a Lamborghini.”
Some of Han Feifei's fans started cheering.
Some supercar enthusiasts who had always wanted to see Rafah were disappointed.
"Why are you guys so happy so early? Have you forgotten your experiences in the past?"
An old man in the circle stood up and spoke with a cold smile on his face.
"We haven't even reached a third of the lap yet. It doesn't matter who's in the lead. We're still far from the point where we can decide the winner.”
Someone analyzed calmly.
"Hehe, Qin Li, oh Qin Li, not only do I want your Rafah, I also want to get first place in this competition!”
Han Feifei smiled proudly.
"After this modification, I still haven't been able to break through 2.7 seconds. It seems that I have to study it properly when I go back.”
Evan thought to himself. He did not care that Han Feifei was ahead of him.
"Looks like he's really an idiot."
Ma Zhenyu casually glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the red Rafah who was obviously lagging behind. He couldn't help but laugh.
Two minutes later, the four of them had almost finished their first lap.
At this moment, the spectators were surprised to find that Rafah was not too far behind!
Ever since the start of the one-third of the track, Rafah had fallen behind by so much, and he was still falling behind by so much!
In fact, he seemed to be getting closer?
Everyone thought they were hallucinating.
According to this conversion, didn't it mean that Rafah's speed could be on par with the other three people for the last two-thirds of the track?
Or even slightly more than that?
As for Qin Li himself, if someone saw what was happening in the driver's seat, they would probably be shocked.
Qin Li was actually driving with one hand!
His other hand was in his pocket, looking casual.
He was driving with one hand and was still able to keep up with the other three experts?
If someone saw this scene, they would probably exclaim,"
This was a man who could drive a Ferrari with one hand!
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(Dear big shots who drive a Ferrari with one hand, would you like some flower evaluation tickets or something to support me?）
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