"It's not bad. According to the speed of the lap just now, you will be familiar with the route until the early morning. It's not a big problem to run into the seven-minute period."

Qin Hong's tone was a little excited. As long as Zhang Yifei had 50,000 yuan in the first three, he would spend it. At that time, the title of the Seven-Star Convoy was promoted, and two "stupid second-generation" like Li Tao would be earned easily.

However, Zhang Yifei listened to Qin Hong's words without any response and had no expression on his face. He kept replaying the scene of himself running in his mind, thinking about where he slowed down.

In addition to the factors of vehicles and pedestrians, there are dozens of curves and forks along the way. Just now, Zhang Yifei forgot two of them and misremembered five of them in this circle, which led to many places where he should not slow down and he took a brake to turn. The places where he should accelerate were different from the memory point, and there was no full throttle passing.

To be honest, in just a few hours in the afternoon, Zhang Yifei was able to turn dozens of curves and forks. It was already very good to remember this level, but he still had the advantage of being young. However, no one cares about whether you did your best in the game, and the winner will never listen to the loser’s excuses.

"Why, not satisfied?"

Qin Hong naturally saw Zhang Yifei's obvious expression.

"Um."

"You've been running the Yangcheng route for the first time. It's already very good. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

After saying this, Qin Hong suddenly felt something was wrong. It was said that the gun he paid for was putting some pressure on him, so that he could be worthy of 50,000 yuan. Why is it the other way around now that he comforted this kid? But then again, hard work and serious people are always admirable.

"Run another lap."

Zhang Yifei did not explain too much. Since there was an omission, he would continue running until he was satisfied.

The sound of the Mitsubishi evo's engine sounded again, and Zhang Yifei drove onto the Renmin Road Elevated Road again. This time, Zhang Yifei was more focused and his speed was much faster. After a round, he looked at the time, 7 minutes and 12 seconds, an increase of 33 seconds from the first round.

"This circle is OK. You will definitely be able to get into this state in the early morning for seven minutes."

"No, I'll have to go into this circle for seven minutes."

Zhang Yifei was still not satisfied with this speed. Seven minutes should be the hurdle of the excellent underground route of Yangcheng. It is already ten:11 now, and the traffic volume has begun to decrease significantly. If you can't run into seven minutes, then your speed in the early morning should be between 6 minutes, 40 seconds and 50 seconds.

In terms of time, this speed is not slow. After all, the private street records will not be like the track records. It is a big gap if one second is different. It may be normal to have a gap of about ten seconds from the fastest record based on objective factors such as the weather at that time, traffic flow and other objective factors.

But Zhang Yifei cannot be more concerned with the weather or traffic, etc., and he must have a stable entry for seven seconds before the official competition.

After running around in circles, the time was shortened in seconds. From 9:30 to 11:00, including the delayed time, Zhang Yifei ran nearly ten laps. As the traffic volume decreased in the last few laps, he was able to run steadily within seven minutes, and the fastest lap speed was 6 minutes and 52 seconds.

Following this trend, Zhang Yifei's official competition time is likely to enter the 6 minutes and 40 seconds range. Facing this speed, Qin Hong, who was sitting in the co-pilot, no longer knows what he said. The previous title of "Seven Star Mountain Racing God" was more of a joke. After all, Zhang Yifei knows the details of their seven-star team.

But now Qin Hong believes that there is really a "car god" in this world.

After stopping on the last lap, Zhang Yifei felt very tired and got off the car and planned to breathe. This is the difference between treating racing as a profession and playing on the street. Playing on the street can easily run for a while every day, feel the envious gaze of passers-by, and also make a girl or something.

But the profession is different. Zhang Yifei only has time and speed in his eyes, and the others are all redundant for him. Moreover, this kind of long-term high-intensity running has no sense of speed, but is more of a mechanical training. This is why many drivers who have not entered the profession feel that they have a psychological and sensory stimulation in driving fast cars. After they become professions, they feel like they have to vomit when they drive. The training process is really boring.

At this moment, Qin Hong got out of the car stiffly. In addition to the shock given by Zhang Yifei, the crazy speed of the car made him feel visually dizzy, and there was a nausea that wanted to vomit behind him.

After all, he is the captain of a team. If he vomits even when he takes the car, he will become a laughing stock in the future. So no matter what, Qin Hong had to suppress his nausea and could only shiver and take out a cigarette from his pocket and light one for himself.

The smoke was inhaled into the lungs and then slowly spit it out. Only then did Qin Hong feel that his energy and energy had returned.

"How many years have you learned from Lu Ningping? You're so fucked by the professional driver!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yifei smiled, not admitting or denying it.

"Zhang Yifei, I misunderstood my mistakes before. You are really strong. It seems to be stable tonight."

"Not necessarily. Xu Wenfeng studied in Europe for half a year, and with the advantage of geographical advantages, I don't believe he can't run for seven minutes."

"It doesn't matter if he runs in. It's already great that you're in the top three at this age. You will definitely become famous in Guangdong Province!"

"The top three? I only have the first one in my eyes."

Zhang Yifei replied coldly, he was definitely not satisfied with the top three, and even most people in this world couldn't remember the name of the runner-up.

Qin Hong didn't know how to answer this sentence. This kid is really just a high school student? Why do you feel that the students in his team are far inferior to Zhang Yifei's desire for victory and defeat.

After eleven o'clock, the number of sports cars on Renmin Road began to increase, and underground drivers in Guangdong Province began to prepare to gather at the elevated starting point.

Zhang Yifei was not in a hurry because they were not far from the meeting point now and could be reached in a few minutes' drive.

Qin Hong lit the second cigarette, and then he felt that his emotions had completely calmed down. It was ridiculous to think about it. He had been driving a mountain track racing for five or six years, but he was killed by a young man and a half-old man. It was really embarrassing.

"Do you want one?"

Seeing Zhang Yifei leaning on the front of the car and doing nothing, Qin Hong handed over a cigarette, but it was still soft on China.

"No, thank you."

Zhang Yifei refused. Many drivers have the habit of smoking these days, but Zhang Yifei knows that tobacco leaves can affect cardiopulmonary function and nicotine can paralyze nerves. For professional drivers, the outcome is at the critical moment. They have not yet developed a strong body in their lives, so don’t waste it.

"Let's go, the time is almost done."

"Um."

Zhang Yifei clicked a little, then took Qin Hong back to the hotel, and he drove his Honda Civic EG6 to go there.
Chapter completed!