Genius Club-Chapter 239 - 60 Huang Que and Ying Jun_3

Even though Zhao Yingjun’s talent could be described as a natural-born racing prodigy, she had only touched a race car for the first time half an hour ago, so there was no way she could match up to others who had years of driving experience.

After a few more turns, the McLaren easily pulled a significant distance ahead of the Ferrari and then started to act out, slowing down to stay in front of the track, flaunting by blinking its turn signals left and right.

"Forget it."

Lin Xian consoled:

"Safety first, let’s not compete with her. Honestly, despite her arrogance, her skill is really just so-so, relying purely on reckless courage. A crash is inevitable sooner or later."

"With your talent, just practice a little more for a couple of weeks, and she will definitely not be your competitor. You’ve just got into racing not long ago, and already being able to complete a drift is quite amazing. You really don’t need to care so much about winning or losing."

"I actually don’t care about winning or losing. In over twenty years of life, I’ve lost more times than I can count."

Zhao Yingjun steadied the steering wheel and turned her head to look at Lin Xian, her eyes unusually firm:

"[But the one person I don’t want to lose to is her.]"

Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun’s eyes met.

Such a gaze... Lin Xian had seen it once before.

The last time he saw such a gaze was on that night when the Bentley GT soared over the elevated bridge, on that night when the moonlight beautifully illuminated the frost, and in Zhao Yingjun’s eyes that gazed upon him, with the neon lights of the Huangpu River’s opposite bank shining in reflection, she assertively told him...

"I don’t live for them, nor do I need to prove anything to them to please them. This is also what I want to tell you, Lin Xian..."

"You must do what you like, persist in what you’re willing to, involve yourself in something not to prove anything to others, but because you are wholeheartedly willing to risk your entire life on it."

"Even if you haven’t found that thing yet, even if you haven’t discovered what is worth your effort... there’s no need to rush, no need to feel lost, no need to force yourself to chase after something."

"That’s enough, Lin Xian. You really don’t need to try to be extraordinary. I believe in you... you’re destined to be extraordinary."

...

Suddenly recalling the words Zhao Yingjun had shared with him by the riverbank elevated road a few months ago, it felt as though a long time had passed.

Standing in his current situation, Lin Xian tasted these words again, seemingly with a whole new level of insight and understanding.

Not wanting to lose.

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He was the same as Zhao Yingjun.

In this world, there were always some things they didn’t want to lose.

Snap.

Lin Xian extended his left hand and placed it on Zhao Yingjun’s right hand, which was gripping the steering wheel.

Small, smooth, his hand covered Zhao Yingjun’s, pressing firmly against the steering wheel, his nimble index finger moving the gear shift paddles behind the steering wheel, downshifting the Ferrari by two gears.

Zhao Yingjun’s lips parted slightly, looking at Lin Xian who was holding her right hand.

"Did you know? There’s a ’death mode’ in the Ferrari’s vehicle software."

Lin Xian’s thumb rested on the Ferrari steering wheel’s Manettino dial, a control system transplanted from F1 racing, after turning the knob to the farthest right for a sustained 3 seconds.

Beep beep!

Two sharp beeps sounded, the various warning red lights on the dashboard lit up! And disappeared in an instant!

The stability control system, traction control system, electronic differential, gearbox shifting mode... and so on, all electronic assistance systems were forcibly shut off!

This performance beast had all its restrictions unleashed!

Switched to the most extreme, most primitive, most brutal, most ultimate manual control mode!

"Push down on the accelerator, and never let go."

Lin Xian’s left hand pressed firmly on Zhao Yingjun’s right, his index finger on the gear shift paddle, with a slight smile:

"Let’s beat her together."