Car Racing without Money-Chapter 273 - 130: The Professional Racer’s Terrifying Strength (Double - )

Back in China, Chen Xiangbei didn’t have that kind of foundation; it wasn’t until he went to Europe that he got into street racing!

So, even now, without any psychological barriers, he’s still not familiar with it...

"Xiangbei, what’s wrong?"

Seeing Chen Xiangbei remain silent for a long time, Qin Lianjie couldn’t help but ask.

"Nothing, the run wasn’t good enough."

Chen Xiangbei casually replied.

What?

Hearing this response, the impact it had on Qin Lianjie was greater than the driving skills he had just witnessed.

After just circling the track twice, he was challenging the limits at every turn, and that was with an unmodified Volkswagen R36.

With that speed and control, Chen Xiangbei still thought it wasn’t good enough. What does it take to meet his standards?

"Xiangbei, I think you’re being a bit too hard on yourself."

Qin Lianjie replied tactfully; even if he hadn’t eaten pork, he had seen pigs run, right?

Although he wasn’t a Formula driver himself, as a resident of Hong Kong, Qin Lianjie had watched the Grand Prix many times. He felt that those F3 drivers weren’t much better than Chen Xiangbei in terms of control.

Hearing this, Chen Xiangbei just smiled and replied, "To win the championship, one must be strict."

Snapping out of his memories, Chen Xiangbei stepped on the throttle again, practicing on the track.

Mastery is something you build through running the track.

Although racing this Volkswagen R36 feels completely different from the true handling of an F3 Formula car in terms of technique and speed,

it’s still useful for observing and familiarizing himself with the track’s characteristics, turning them into mental landmarks.

As long as he had enough mental landmarks, he could connect the dots, then align them with theoretical data, and thus, Chen Xiangbei could understand the track’s limit boundaries.

This method might sound a bit mystical, yet it’s currently the only effective way.

Without saying much, Chen Xiangbei kept running lap after lap, continuously testing and adjusting various turning routes.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Qin Lianjie gradually became accustomed to the sense of impact brought by speed, his heart filled with admiration for Chen Xiangbei’s seriousness.

Since arriving at the race track building, nearly two hours had passed. Chen Xiangbei, like a machine, repeated the process, with the black marks hitting the barriers becoming fewer and fewer until they completely disappeared.

This meant that during each trial run, Chen Xiangbei’s control over the distance became increasingly precise, and his proficiency visibly improved.

You have to know that numerous mechanical repetitions not only bring fatigue but also boredom and monotony. Ordinary people can’t endure it; they often lose focus towards the end of practice, sometimes even hoping it would end soon.

That’s why there’s that famous saying: never turn your hobby into a profession, or you’ll lose many things.

But Chen Xiangbei, from beginning to end, showed no change, his endurance amazingly high!

Soon, it was nearing one a.m. As a rule of thumb, the later it gets, the fewer pedestrians and vehicles there are on the road, which gives Chen Xiangbei more room to operate.

However, upon once again arriving at the starting point at the race building, he encountered a bustling scene; dozens of high-performance cars, including top-notch supercars, were parked along the maintenance lanes.

And vehicles were still arriving from afar, turning the once silent and cold night into a bustling marketplace-like noise.

"Qin Lianjie, what’s going on here?"

Chen Xiangbei asked, puzzled.

"We’ve run into Australia’s street racing Cinderella time."