God Of Racing

"Feng, please don't do anything foolish, okay?"

Meeting Chen Rong's kind eyes, Zhuifeng couldn't hold back anymore. With a cry, he burst into tears...

"Tea... Teacher..."

"However, you must win!" Chen Rong gripped Zhuifeng's shoulders, speaking with fierce determination: "If not for my old Cheng, you must win for Chongqing!"

"Okay." Looking at those eyes that had shed too many tears tonight, Zhuifeng nodded vigorously: "I will definitely win, I'll win for us!"

"Hello, is this Gu Deping? This is Zhuifeng. Listen, we might not have much time now, but can you make one more modification to the car?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"I need you to change the final drive ratio from 4.2 to 3.97:1 immediately. Don't worry about the rest, we'll adjust on-site. Is that okay?"

"Alright, I'll have it done in two hours..."

"But I need to trouble you with one more thing. Due to some matters, could you please deliver the car there?"

"Oh, no problem. See you in a bit."

"You still have things to do at this hour? You're not trying to run away, are you?"

"He'er, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Cheng He about to insult Zhuifeng again, Chen Rong quickly interrupted: "If Zhuifeng still needs to take care of something at this hour, you should realize how important it must be."

Seeing everyone's questioning looks, Zhuifeng sighed helplessly: "I'm going to get the car. Would anyone like to come along?"

"I want to go," Chen Rong said firmly, holding both Cheng He and Zhuifeng's hands.

"But..."

Seeing Zhuifeng's concerned look, Chen Rong remained resolute.

Zhuifeng gave in. "However, my car can only seat one person, you guys..."

"We have our own car. And..." Chen Rong smiled, "If I remember correctly, Zhuifeng, your car isn't at school, right? We can give you a ride."

"Well... thank you, Teacher."

"Zhui... Wind God, can I go too?" The three people at the door turned back, surprised: "What do you want to go for, classmate?"

"I..." Her face turned red to the ears: "Sister Ling just called and said Little Jie forgot her medicine. She asked me to deliver it, so..."

"You mean Zhao Jie?" Zhuifeng's heart suddenly jumped to his throat, looking at her nervously.

"Yes, do you know her? Oh right, weren't you the one who bumped into her yesterday in the cafeteria, getting oil stains all over her? Hehe..."

Laughing awkwardly, Zhuifeng said, "Alright, let's go."

At Zhuifeng's insistence, Chen Rong had to sit in the front passenger seat. Looking at Zhuifeng driving, Chen Rong opened her mouth several times before finally voicing her question: "Feng, old Cheng told me you started learning to drive in kindergarten. Is that true?"

Zhuifeng was dumbfounded. If it weren't for the fact that Chen Rong had just lost her husband, he would have burst out laughing: "Teacher Chen, is that even possible? Kindergarten? I started learning at 12, not in kindergarten." He broke out in a cold sweat!

"That's right, I thought it wasn't possible. But old Cheng... old Cheng..." Thinking of every little moment with her husband, Chen Rong became melancholic again.

Seeing the three of them fall into gloomy silence, Zhao Jie's roommate raised an eyebrow and giggled: "Wind God's driving is really different. Not only is it fast, but it's also so comfortable."

"You little joker..." Seeing her admiring look, Chen Rong lightly scolded, her mood visibly improving: "Doesn't everyone drive the same? But little Feng really does drive well."

"Hehe, Wind God, you see? Even the teacher says so. Why are you still making such a gloomy face? Come on, be good and smile."

Sweating, Zhuifeng almost lost his grip on the steering wheel. With a bitter expression, he forced a smile: "Classmate, please don't call me Wind God, okay? Somehow it makes me feel like I'm already seventy or eighty years old."

"Oh, that's right. I've never heard of a god being so young. Are you a fake?"

Looking at her innocent expression in the rearview mirror, large beads of sweat kept falling from Zhuifeng's forehead. He was speechless...

"By the way, little Feng, that phone call you made earlier was...?"

"Oh, that was a friend of mine. He modifies cars."

"Modifies cars?"

"Yes. Do you know why everyone couldn't beat that Japanese guy? 40% of the reason is because the cars everyone used aren't suitable for zero-four racing. The track also accounts for 15% of the reason. To be honest, that track shouldn't be used for zero-four racing at all because it's too short. If I'm not mistaken, it's only about 450 meters from the starting line to the cliff. Just imagine, for a race car that covers 400 meters in just eleven or twelve seconds, if the driver is a 'novice' or maybe not even that, what would they think seeing the cliff ahead? Once you're afraid to give it full throttle near the finish line, you're guaranteed to lose."

"That's for cowards!" Cheng He interjected.

Zhuifeng glanced at Cheng He. Cowards? You should know that including your father, they were all novices. How many people could have your father's courage? After all, it was truly a life-threatening situation. "The remaining 45% is determined by the driver's skill..."

"Can you explain why their cars aren't suitable for zero-four racing?"

Seeing those big eyes full of curiosity, Zhuifeng had to continue:

"You should know that in any type of car race, when starting, due to the forces involved, the car's front end lifts a bit, right? Zero-four racing is the same, but also different. The consequences are different because you only have a short 400-meter race. Even a tiny mistake can lead to your ultimate defeat because you don't have time to recover!

"Let me put it this way: if two race cars have the same weight, same horsepower, and the same driver (which is impossible, of course), then the key to determining who wins or loses is the car's drive system.

"Most of our domestic cars are front-wheel drive due to geographical limitations. When the engine starts, the area of contact between the car and the ground decreases, which is not conducive to Zero-Four racing. Rear-wheel drive is just the opposite; the engine's power actually increases the downforce... Teacher Chen, We've arrived."

Chen Rong looked up at the small courtyard before her, somewhat disbelieving: "Zhuifeng, is this your home?" For someone considered a street racer, a big shot, this 1980s-style small courtyard seemed completely at odds with that image. However, she forgot that Zhuifeng was still just a student...

"Uh..." Zhuifeng mumbled vaguely, took a couple of steps, then turned back: "Teacher Chen, can you drive?"

"I should be fine," Chen Rong said, sitting in the driver's seat.

Zhuifeng nodded and then opened the door and walked into the courtyard. Approaching the garage, he looked at the locked rolling door. His hand holding the key suddenly trembled. With a 'whoosh' sound, as the door rose higher and higher, an Audi A4 gradually came into Zhuifeng's view.