The engine kept roaring, and on the winding streets, Zhang Yifei performed various quick entry into the corners, and then immediately performed heeling and downshifting and replenishing oil, crazily increasing the engine speed to make up for the power loss when exiting the corners, and using an extreme speed to turn.

120km/h, 140km/h, 180km/h, the pointer on the speedometer kept rising, and the scenes around the street flashed through the window like phantoms. At this time, Zhang Zhiguo even subconsciously grabbed the hand above his head.

"The hot tire is almost done, old man, hold on to the point!"

Zhang Yifei shouted excitedly, and slammed the steering wheel in the direction of the turn, and pulled the handbrake. In an instant, the whole car moved sideways, and the rear of the car slipped outwards under the huge force of the drive wheel. At this time, Zhang Yifei stepped down the accelerator and quickly turned the steering wheel in reverse. The rear wheel immediately recovered its grip and adjusted the body posture. A beautiful full-speed drift was easily completed.

These actions are very complicated to describe, but in Zhang Yifei's operation, it can be calculated in milliseconds. The modified high-grip wheel hub has maintained the friction with the ground well, which is even smoother than Zhang Yifei had expected.

After running down several streets in a row, Zhang Yifei happened to go back to the repair shop after a round trip. He parked the car accurately at the door of the store with one brake. Judging from the brake force and feedback, the car should have also replaced it with larger brake calipers to ensure braking capacity.

If you describe the top racing car in later generations as 100 points, this car can basically reach 80 points in Zhang Yifei's mind. Modification and replacement are very simple, but the combination of all parts and the training of the entire car is not a simple matter. This is not something that a civil car repair master can handle. It must have experience as a top maintenance team to do it.

So Zhang Yifei knew in his heart that this cheap dad might not be that simple, just like himself.

When he got to the neutral gear, Zhang Yifei looked at Zhang Zhiguo. Apart from his pale complexion, he did not have too much discomfort or fear. You should know that it is normal for ordinary people to experience the intense driving at the racing level for the first time, and it is normal for them to vomit in a mess. Zhang Zhiguo's current state performance further confirms what Zhang Yifei thinks.

"Where did you learn this technique?"

Zhang Zhiguo faced Zhang Yifei's gaze and asked him with a serious expression, because Zhang Yifei's performance just now was not the level that an ordinary person should have. It is no exaggeration to say that this is the level of professional drivers he has come into contact with.

"talent."

Zhang Yifei simply answered two words, how could he give an answer to something that he could not explain himself?

"Talent? You have exceeded the limit that talent can bring. You have to train for a long time to reach this level. You don't even have many opportunities to touch a car. Yifei, your father is not so easy to fool, so let's tell the truth."

"I just don't have many opportunities to touch a car at home, which doesn't mean I haven't driven anywhere else. For example, if my classmates have a classmate, isn't the Jetta King Wang Jingjing a car? And the local private fleet."

Zhang Yifei can only make excuses. Anyway, some of these things cannot be verified. How long can you do it perfunctorily?

"Have you joined the local team?"

"It's not considered joining, it's just participating in the fun."

Listening to Zhang Yifei's answer, Zhang Zhiguo did not continue to ask questions, but lit a cigarette silently.

"Yifei, to be honest, the skills you performed just now surprised me, but I hope you understand that real racing is not racing on streets or mountain roads, which will only bring danger to you or others. Most of the local teams are games for young people, which is far from real professional racing, and this is not a good road."

"I know that what they pursue is not the limit of speed and driving, but fun and excitement. This cannot be regarded as racing culture. And I will not blindly drive on streets or mountain roads. There is only one place for real drivers, that is the track!"

Zhang Yifei's words were the norm for being a professional driver in his previous life. He did not make dangerous driving actions on the streets or mountain roads. This would be irresponsible for the safety of himself and others, and even in serious cases, the racing driver's license would be revoked.

However, this understanding is very rare for a high school student. After all, young people participating in street racing are pursuing that excitement. As for whether it is safe or not, they have long since left behind.

Zhang Zhiguo exhaled a smoke ring and showed a gratified smile on his face. It seemed that his son had really grown up.

"Yifei, do you really like racing?"

“Racing is my life.”

That's right, Zhang Yifei even gave his life to the track in his previous life, and this sentence is no exaggeration.

"Okay, I understand. You go upstairs and rest first. I'll clean up and prepare to close the store."

This time, Zhang Yifei did not force himself. He had already completed everything he wanted to do, so he opened the car door and walked towards the room upstairs of the car repair shop.

Seeing Zhang Yifei's back disappearing into the corridor, Zhang Zhiguo sucked the cigarette in his hand sips. In the end, he seemed to have made up some decision and stened the cigarette butt in his hand and came to the phone at the desk of the car repair shop.

I picked up the microphone and dialed a string of numbers skillfully. After a long wait, a sound of connecting was finally heard from the other end of the phone.

"Hey, I want to tell you something, my son..."

After a night passed, Zhang Yifei began to go to morning self-study early the next morning. This is the pain of being a senior high school party. He hated it deeply in his previous life, but he didn't expect to repeat it again in this life.

Early in the morning, Wang Jingjing was already waiting at the door of the car repair shop. As soon as he saw Zhang Yifei coming down from the stairs, he said in a crying voice: "Yifei, how is the car repaired?"

"How can it be so fast? It will take one or two days to disassemble the engine."

After saying that, Zhang Yifei looked at Wang Yanjing's swollen eyes and his face looked ugly, so he smiled and said, "You guy didn't have a good life last night, right?"

"It's not just a difficult time. I encountered a mixed doubles between my dad and my mom. Oh, let's not talk about it, you were fine last night."

"Brother, of course I'm fine. Just kidding, how could the Qixing Mountain Bike God have something wrong?"

"Please stop beating the Qixing Mountain Car God. I am so miserable because I believe in your evil spirit!"

Wang Yanjing replied very dissatisfiedly, that after Zhang Yifei learned that he was provoked by Li Tao, he made various erotic driving skills, and wanted to teach Li Tao a lesson, so that the boy could understand what it means to have someone outside the world, but there was a sky outside the world. Unexpectedly, the car exploded before it even moved, and he went home and was just a "mixed doubles". Now Wang Yanjing was afraid when he heard the word "Car God"!

"I do have part of the responsibility for this matter. In order to comfort your injured heart, I will definitely let Li Tao's grandson not see the taillights of our car next Saturday night!"

"I forgot if you don't say it. What should we do next Saturday night? The Jetta King will probably not be able to withstand the tossing. Where can I get the car to run with Li Tao? Last night, you offended the Seven-Star Convoy, and they are not easy to mess with in this area."

Wang Yanjing's tone was filled with fear. He went there last night in the car. Later, he remembered the bet between Zhang Yifei and Qin Hong. Now the Jetta King can't count on it. What should I compare with the Seven-Star Convoy?

"I have a car, and it's not inferior to the Toyota Supra's sports car!"

"Stop kidding, could it be that your tow truck is right?"

"Of course not. You will know on Saturday night. Anyway, I will definitely win Li Tao. Even Jesus can't cover him. I said!"
Chapter completed!