But Yvonne Zhu selfishly wished this moment would slow down, slower and slower—hoping time would freeze, so this tiny car, the rain outside, and the quiet, stubborn boy inside would last forever.
Even if the car crashed the next second, she felt she could accept it.
The mountain road at night was terrifyingly dark, and the rain outside grew heavier and colder.
Yvonne Zhu checked the rearview mirror—after more than ten seconds, she still couldn't see Keene No. 2's Aston Martin.
On these winding roads, horsepower alone couldn't guarantee victory.
But Evan Lin's route through every curve was already compressed to the limit, earning him a second with each turn.
Is this... fighting for me?
Like a knight in ancient times, facing a villain for the princess, lance in hand, stepping onto the battlefield of life and death.
Yvonne Zhu's mind was a mess, but her heart grew sweeter and her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Next straightaway—stay in your seat, no matter what happens, don't move.
Evan Lin's cool words reached Yvonne Zhu's ears.
What?
She snapped back to reality, looked ahead, still a bit confused, but after the next curve, as the car entered a two-hundred-meter straightaway, her eyes widened.
On the pitch-black road, in the pouring rain, a man in a gray robe stood on the straightaway ahead of the Mini.
At a glance, the man's clothes looked thin—like a ghost.
It's raining—the difficulty just went up again.
Henry He stared out the window, talking to himself. Yolanda Fang was still shaken, her mind replaying the Mini smashing through the guardrail and flying out—a truly shocking sight.
On the mountain road, Evan Lin's right foot stayed on the accelerator, the engine's roar and the spinning tachometer in perfect sync.
Yvonne Zhu turned to look at Evan Lin beside her, listening to the rain hitting the window, feeling an inexplicable sense of safety for a moment.
Even though she was in a car going 160 kilometers an hour on a winding mountain road, where a single mistake could mean death.
Yolanda Fang, sensing something was wrong, actually stood up and peered outside. The moment she saw what was happening, her pretty face changed: "Holy crap! Is he really going to try and fly over?"
Why isn't he turning or braking?!
Judging by the sound, is that Mini still flooring it?!
Suddenly, the crowd—who thought they already knew the outcome—realized something was off.
Faye Zheng, who'd been imagining Evan Lin's miserable defeat, abruptly looked up toward the track.
Her face was full of shock—she almost cried out loud.
Selina Shi frowned, couldn't help clenching her fist, and muttered, "Has he lost his mind?!"
That kid really must have a death wish! There's at least fifteen meters between this curve and the next, and below is a sheer cliff!
Gavin Guan exclaimed.
For a moment, the whole crowd was in an uproar—even those who disliked Evan Lin couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for him.
Is he trying to get himself killed?!
Keene No. 2 cursed in fright.
Everyone watched as the Mini—supposedly left in the dust—charged straight ahead, showing zero intention of slowing for the turn!
Accelerating—still accelerating!
At the front of the Mini, the guardrail exploded with a deafening crash and flew apart.
Inside the car, Yvonne Zhu went ice-cold, eyes wide. In the next second, the entire scene outside flipped upside down.
She couldn't see the road anymore!
All she saw was the curve on the opposite side, and the car was completely hanging over the abyss!
They'd launched out!
"Sit tight."
Evan Lin's face was calm as he gave the reminder, not showing a hint of panic.
The airborne Mini looked like a wild beast taking flight!
Bang!
In the next second, the Mini soared across the more than ten-meter chasm, landed steadily on the road, and immediately drifted through the next curve—a seamless, flowing motion without a hint of hesitation.
Only five or six seconds later did the Aston Martin finally appear at the curve.
Keene No. 2 still took the curve perfectly, but as he passed it, his eyes caught the shattered guardrail and his heart pounded.
Is he insane?!
He actually made it—and instantly overtook!
That landing drift was absolutely perfect, and it looked like he didn't even slow down for the curve! How did he do that?!
Victor Zhu and his group were frozen, standing there in shock.
Faye Zheng's heart skipped a beat; Selina Shi stared for a moment, then relaxed and even smiled, murmuring: "He really is the kind of guy who can create miracles anywhere."
Hope you can keep winning.
For a moment, you could hear a pin drop.
But soon, the sky began to drizzle.
Mountain rain comes fast, and it was pouring.
It's raining—the difficulty just went up again.
Henry He stared out the window, talking to himself. Yolanda Fang was still shaken, her mind replaying the Mini smashing through the guardrail and flying out—a truly shocking sight.
On the mountain road, Evan Lin's right foot stayed on the accelerator, the engine's roar and the spinning tachometer in perfect sync.
Yvonne Zhu turned to look at Evan Lin beside her, listening to the rain hitting the window, feeling an inexplicable sense of safety for a moment.
Even though she was in a car going 160 kilometers an hour on a winding mountain road, where a single mistake could mean death.
But Yvonne Zhu selfishly wished this moment would slow down, slower and slower—hoping time would freeze, so this tiny car, the rain outside, and the quiet, stubborn boy inside would last forever.
Even if the car crashed the next second, she felt she could accept it.
The mountain road at night was terrifyingly dark, and the rain outside grew heavier and colder.
Yvonne Zhu checked the rearview mirror—after more than ten seconds, she still couldn't see Keene No. 2's Aston Martin.
On these winding roads, horsepower alone couldn't guarantee victory.
But Evan Lin's route through every curve was already compressed to the limit, earning him a second with each turn.
Is this... fighting for me?
Like a knight in ancient times, facing a villain for the princess, lance in hand, stepping onto the battlefield of life and death.
Yvonne Zhu's mind was a mess, but her heart grew sweeter and her cheeks flushed, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
Next straightaway—stay in your seat, no matter what happens, don't move.
Evan Lin's cool words reached Yvonne Zhu's ears.
What?
She snapped back to reality, looked ahead, still a bit confused, but after the next curve, as the car entered a two-hundred-meter straightaway, her eyes widened.
On the pitch-black road, in the pouring rain, a man in a gray robe stood on the straightaway ahead of the Mini.
At a glance, the man's clothes looked thin—like a ghost.