God Of Racing

Looking at the taxi clinging close behind him, Zhang Song grinned at the passing road sign, "Kid, you can't drift. You better stay behind me."

"Hehe, don't think you're the only one who can drift!" Zhuifeng chuckled as he saw the sign. "Big sis, how are you feeling now?"

"Better... much better. What... what are you planning now?" The woman's face, which had regained some color, immediately paled again.

"Just hold on tight!" Zhuifeng floored the accelerator, pushing the car to its limit—170 km/h.

Zhang Song hadn't expected Zhuifeng to accelerate, and in a moment of carelessness, Zhuifeng pulled alongside him. The tables had turned! Last time, Zhang Song had caught up to Zhuifeng, but now Zhuifeng was catching up to him!

"He's taking the outer lane? This looks like an S-curve. What's he planning? Can he drift? Damn!" By the time Zhang Song realized what was happening, it was too late. Zhuifeng had already secured the outer lane.

Both cars began to drift simultaneously! Their rear ends swung outwards as the back wheels locked and inertia took over. The sound of tires screeching against the pavement was particularly jarring in the quiet suburbs.

Zhang Song, drifting on the inner lane, floored the accelerator as he exited the curve, trying to force Zhuifeng back. But Zhuifeng, having entered the curve from the outer lane, was only slightly behind Zhang Song as they emerged.

"Not a chance!" Zhuifeng saw the Audi trying to push him back and stubbornly accelerated again, bringing his speed back up after the drift.

"Damn! I miscalculated!" Zhang Song hadn't really expected to force the taxi off the road. This was an S-curve, a hairpin turn, a series of continuous bends with no straight sections between. It was also a two-way, two-lane road. In such curves, overtaking was only possible if the other car was slower, allowing you to quickly claim the inner lane of the second curve after exiting the first. Otherwise, overtaking was nearly impossible.

Now, with Zhuifeng's speed matching his own, it was natural for Zhuifeng to claim the inner lane of the second curve.

"Hahaha... Your car might be better, but I've still caught up!" Zhuifeng's wild side emerged again.

"Can... can you please be careful? You're driving!" The woman's sudden voice startled Zhuifeng. He turned to see her staring at him, all traces of fear gone from her face. "You... you're not scared anymore?"

"Wow! This is so exciting! What's there to be afraid of?" She stared at the Audi in the rearview mirror with wide eyes. "Quick, lose him!"

"Geez! Weren't you the one screaming in fear earlier?" Zhuifeng grumbled, annoyed. "Listen, big sis! Do you think this is 'Initial D' or something? Lose him? I'm driving a Lingyang taxi here. You try driving and see if you can shake him off! You're crazy!"

"Isn't that how they do it on TV?" She blinked her innocent eyes rapidly.

"You just said it yourself—that's on TV! Forget it, I'm not arguing with you... Hey, is he trying to overtake again? No way!"

The two cars were now locked in a stalemate. On the straight sections, the taxi mirrored the Audi's movements. In the curves, with Zhuifeng in the lead, he consistently claimed the inner lane, giving Zhang Song no opportunity to pass.

"Wow! Your driving really is fast! We're almost there!" The woman excitedly rolled down the window and stuck her hand out.

"Hey—" Before Zhuifeng could finish, the wind rushed in, forcing the words back into his stomach.

The woman, unable to handle the gale, quickly rolled the window back up.

"...Are you trying to get us killed?" Zhuifeng was speechless with anger. He shook his head and used one hand to fix his wind-tousled hair. "We're going 150 km/h, and you open the window? If you want to die, just say so. Don't drag me into it."

"I'm sorry!" The woman wasn't scared at all now. She glanced in the rearview mirror. "Are you racing him? Who is he?"

"Yeah, but I didn't want to race him. I don't know who he is. He might be looking to settle a score with me! Haha..." Wait, that's not right, Zhuifeng realized. Earlier, the Audi had pulled ahead but didn't try to stop him. It seems that wasn't the case. It looks like the Audi driver just wanted to race. Well, bring it on then.

"Is that so? Then I really feel sorry for you!" She made a face at him.

Zhuifeng couldn't be bothered to explain his earlier misunderstanding. Looking at the woman, he suddenly asked, "How old is Liu Tang this year?"

"He should be 24. Why do you ask?"

"Are you really his sister?" Zhuifeng's expression grew even stranger. "You don't look like it at all. You're more like his younger sister—playful and cute! Hehe... I'm driving, you know. Aren't you afraid we'll crash?"

"You..." She reluctantly lowered her raised hand and looked out the window awkwardly. Suddenly, she shouted, "Wow, a train!"

Zhuifeng glanced in the rearview mirror while turning the steering wheel. "Haven't you seen one before?"

"That's not it!" Now it was the woman's turn to look strange.

"Hey! What's with that expression? Come on! You think you're Guanyin Bodhisattva or something? Don't look at me with those 'compassionate' eyes. It gives me goosebumps." Zhuifeng actually shuddered.

"I just wanted to tell you there's a railway crossing ahead. Do you understand?" Her expression was like a cat that had spotted a mouse.

Of course I understand! I'm not a grade-schooler. But Zhuifeng had no time for idle chatter now. Although he now knew the Audi wasn't after compensation, seeing the driver's skills had awakened Zhuifeng's competitive spirit. He pushed the car back to its limit—170 km/h—and sped towards the crossing as the engine wailed in protest.

"What's he doing?" Zhang Song was genuinely puzzled.

"Did you forget about the crossing ahead? Look!" The director pointed.

Zhang Song looked where he was pointing. "A train? Oh... I see!" He accelerated as well.

Seeing the barriers slowly lowering ahead and the Audi getting closer behind him, Zhuifeng grew increasingly tense. But the car was already at its limit; no amount of anxiety could make it go faster.

"Oh no! The barriers are almost down!" The woman grew more excited. "Quick, rush through! Ah... we won't make it!"

By now, the barriers on both sides were at a 50-degree angle to the ground.

"Shut up and hold on!" Zhuifeng's face was flushed red with tension, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the road ahead.

"What... what are you doing? ... Are you... going to force your way through?" The previously excited woman was now terrified again, her face even paler than before. Her hands returned to the armrests, gripping them tightly.

Zhuifeng had no time to answer her. Ignoring the warning lights, he drove straight through the first barrier.

With a screech of tires, Zhang Song braked hard and stopped. His car's rear end swung out at a 60-degree angle.

"Ah..." The woman screamed again.

By now, the second barrier was at a 40-45 degree angle to the ground. The height of the car (including the taxi sign) was almost the same as the height of the barrier. In this situation, the only option was to abandon concern for the car and force through, letting the roof kiss the barrier to avoid a more intense encounter with the train.

But our protagonist was driving, so of course, this wasn't going to happen.

Zhuifeng had also noticed this problem, but now there was no way out. Steeling himself, he floored the accelerator, quickly turned the steering wheel with one hand, and then slammed on the brakes. The car's rear end swung out violently. He quickly shifted into reverse, and just as the rear was about to swing 180 degrees, he released the brake, and the car rapidly reversed.

By the time the barrier came down, only the car's front end was still outside. The train engine roared past, barely missing Zhuifeng's front bumper.

"He... he's insane! Definitely insane!" Zhang Song, who had gotten out of his car, was shaken to the core, repeating himself almost deliriously.

"Racing, from another perspective, is an extreme sport. It's always been a game for the insane," the director laughed. "Actually, Zhang, I've watched a few of your past races. I think you've always been a bit too cautious, haven't you? At crucial moments, you always hesitate for a split second, and this young man has what you lack."

Zhang Song fell silent for a while before responding, "I don't know what it is. I noticed this problem long ago, but I just can't seem to correct it... Wait, Director, how do you know he's young?"

"Haha, do you think an adult would pull a stunt like that? 050302, it's you. I'll come find you!" He glanced at the train cars rushing past. "Let's go, back to Chongqing."

"050302, how did you do that? Aren't you afraid of death?" Zhang Song also glanced at the train, silently musing. Then aloud, "Alright, Director, let's go. How should I drive back? Fast or slow?"

"Haha, just normally," the director replied.

Zhang Song thought to himself, I knew all that talk about 'wanting to experience riding in a race car' was just an excuse. It was all for that person, wasn't it? But he's worth the Director going to such lengths, isn't he? He looked over at the crossing again. "What's wrong with me? Am I admiring him?" He shook his head vigorously and got into the car. "Shall we go then?"

"Let's go!" This time, it seems we've really found a gem. "050302, I'll definitely come find you!"