Retired driver? Zhang Yifei began to think in his mind. The 1990s can be said to be the era when professional racing in China was just emerging. The driver who had already retired at this time was considered a very old first-generation driver.

But even if he is the first generation of professional drivers, due to the conditions and overall level of this era, to be honest, the gap with later professional drivers is still quite large. Even if Zhang Yifei reborn with this body and hasn't touched a racing car for a long time, it is not something that ordinary professional drivers in China can teach in this era. Unless the current F1 car god Senna or Tommy Makinin, the ruler of the four consecutive championships of WRC, comes to teach, Zhang Yifei doesn't think it can bring much help to him.

Of course, self-confidence does not mean being arrogant. Zhang Yifei understands that his technology is on the shoulders of giants and technology, just like you need to know more knowledge than the ancients, which is not something worth bragging about.

So Zhang Yifei still replied politely: "No problem, I can ask my seniors to give me some guidance."

After saying this, Zhang Yifei seemed to think of something, and looked back at Zhang Zhiguo's face with a teasing smile: "Old man, I'm actually quite curious. Logically speaking, parents should not support their children in racing. I guess I'll be beaten up if I want to drive out. You are quite enlightened."

Parents in this era will not pay attention to teaching students in accordance with their aptitude as they do in later generations, and support the cultivation of their children's interests and hobbies. Basically, as long as they are not related to studying, they will be directly treated. Just like Wang Yanjing's stealing away his father's Jetta King is trembling. Even if he is not a blow-out tank, he will be scolded at least.

Zhang Zhiguo is also a traditional Chinese father, but whether Zhang Yifei drove or finally took the Ford Mustang out to race, Zhang Zhiguo did not show any objection. Today he even said that he had found an old friend of a retired driver, just because Zhang Yifei said that he liked racing and regarded racing as his own life?

Just kidding, if parents have such easy communication these days, there will be no parent-child education problems such as estrangement gaps and generation gaps. In fact, Zhang Yifei has never thought about the reasons behind it. However, in the past six months, he really can't see any traces of professional drivers from Zhang Zhiguo. The old man obviously doesn't have the talent of the movie emperor to hide from him.

When Zhang Zhiguo was stunned when he asked Zhang Yifei, he quickly explained: "It is normal for us to run a car repair shop to let you deal with the car."

"If you open a car repair shop at home, you only teach car repairs. Do you also teach racing part-time?"

This is a question Wang Jingjing asked at night, and Zhang Yifei happened to use it.

"These things are long and you will understand in the future."

Zhang Zhiguo didn't want to continue this topic. It wasn't that he was worried that Zhang Yifei would know what he knew. Since he allowed Zhang Yifei to drive the Ford Mustang, he had already been ready to tell Zhang Yifei everything, but he just didn't know where to speak. After two days, Old Lu would come, he would naturally know everything.

"Okay, but to be honest, I'm looking forward to understanding some of the things you've experienced."

Zhang Yifei has an adult mind. Once he talks about things seriously, his tone will naturally be mature. When he hears Zhang Yifei's words, Zhang Zhiguo looked at him with a complicated look and felt indescribable in his heart. Is this the child growing up and starting to talk in an equal way?

The conversation between father and son ended on that night. Zhang Yifei did not ask about the past, and Zhang Zhiguo did not have the result of Qixingshan Racing, because the answer was very obvious. Zhang Yifei's driving skills showed far exceeded the level of car enthusiasts. It can be said that he is a driver. With the level of those young boys in Qixingshan, it is impossible for him to win Zhang Yifei.

The next day, Zhang Yifei still came to the class as usual. He didn't care about winning the racing car last night, but Wang Jingjing on the seat was obviously extremely excited.

When he went home last night, due to motion sickness and frightened, Wang Yanjing was completely confused at the time. He hadn't thought about how powerful Zhang Yifei was. After a night of calm reminiscing, the horror of Zhang Yifei's driving skills began to become clearer. The drift, the turn, and the operation were like reading Japanese comics. This was so fucked by the possession of the Akima Mountain Race God!

The friends who are together day and night on weekdays suddenly became awesome. Wang Yanjing didn't know how to describe this surprise, so he waited for Zhang Yifei to come to the school to ask carefully.

"Yifei, you guy is here. I remember now that you won so beautifully last night. You got rid of Li Tao from the beginning of drifting, and the back was perfectly avoiding the collision of Hong Kong drivers. This is simply a racer's operation, it's so sharp!"

Faced with Wang Yanjing's flattery, Zhang Yifei smiled modestly, and then sighed: "Everyone is so familiar, I'm so embarrassed to praise you. Just stop by saying a few more words. I'm still relatively low-key."

Wang Yanjing was very excited at first, but after hearing this, he suddenly felt that Zhang Yifei's skin was really thicker than he thought and could not blow it in an instant.

"Damn it, you're fat, you're still breathing. I honestly explain how to learn this driving skills and teach me."

"Didn't it be said that my car repair shop is the one who runs a car repair shop every day, so you can be very skilled in touching cars. It's okay to teach you. The problem is that you are afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid." Wang Yanjing replied without hesitation.

"Have you heard a saying that you would rather be crushed to pieces and never slow down. From the moment you are afraid, you have already lost."

Zhang Yifei replied faintly, his face did not have the smug smile he had before. In fact, this line was only one aspect. The real reason was that Wang Yanjing's personality was not suitable for racing, and he did not have the kind of pursuit of excitement and limits. A person who is not suitable for racing may have the consequence of forcing his car to walk on the track.

Just like Amu in "Initial D", hobbies and interests are one aspect. If Fujiwara Takumi had not saved the scene, he would have driven a high-performance car to compete with others on the mountain road. It would probably be three feet tall.

"Depend on!"

Wang Yanjing couldn't help but gesture at Zhang Yifei's middle finger. In fact, Zhang Yifei didn't need to say this, and he knew that he was not suitable for racing, but just talked about it casually. Zhang Yifei was quite serious.

Just as the two were talking, Li Tao walked in from the door, and just looked at Wang Yanjing and saw the middle finger he was gesturing.

Yesterday, under the premise of being ridiculed for thirty seconds, I was still crushed by Zhang Yifei, which has become a shame in Li Tao! If it weren't for the Seven-Star Team losing a very badly last night, I would probably have become a laughing stock last night.
Chapter completed!