My Super Beautiful Lady Boss
Chapter 838 - 823: Super Driving Skills

Chapter 838: Chapter 823: Super Driving Skills

However, Pan Chenyu still didn’t dare to speak; she was afraid she would distract Su Xuan. At this moment, her hands were tightly clenched, and sweat kept pouring out, while Su Xuan gave a slight smile and said.

"Hey girl, why so nervous? It’s fine, I’m here. Let’s listen to some music and lighten the mood!"

There’s no denying that Su Xuan is really quite the character, totally laid back in a situation like this. Even now, he’s calm enough to drive anyone crazy, suggesting they listen to music. And he actually did start messing with it. At that moment, Pan Chenyu really wanted to say, "Dude, we’re racing here, couldn’t you be a bit more professional?"

Soon, waves of music started playing, but it was all songs from Japan. Su Xuan clicked his tongue and said.

"Geez, there’s really nothing good in these Japanese songs, all just that yiyi ya ya stuff!"

Su Xuan curled his lip, looking quite annoyed. Meanwhile, Pan Chenyu felt like crying, thinking, "Are you here to race or to enjoy the scenery? Don’t you realize that guy is getting further and further away from us?"

Each car had a positioning system installed, and the car’s screen displayed the positions of all the racers. Now, there was already a significant gap between them; it seemed that the Boss was about to enter the second sharp turn, while Su Xuan and the others had just passed the first one, making Pan Chenyu anxious.

"By the way, girl, aren’t you good at singing ancient style songs? Sing one for me to ease the mood!"

Su Xuan said with a mischievous smile, and at his words, Pan Chenyu felt like crying. She was actually worried about Su Xuan. If they lost, she feared he would sink into despair like her brother, in which case, she would have let Su Xuan down.

"Su Xuan, can we take the racing seriously first? This... I’ll sing for you once we get back, whatever you want to hear, okay? If you keep this up, I’m afraid we’ll lose..."

Pan Chenyu was still very anxious. She really didn’t want Su Xuan to meet a tragic end because of this.

"Really? Then I want to hear ****, is that okay?"

Su Xuan said mischievously, while Pan Chenyu was speechless, thinking when did he become so slick? The change was too drastic; he used to be such a gentleman, but now he seemed incredibly cheeky.

"Ahem, let’s focus on driving first!"

Pan Chenyu was bewildered, thinking, "I don’t even know how to sing that song, it seems pretty hard to sing."

"Okay, then let’s reluctantly listen to these Japanese songs for now!"

Su Xuan replied still unhurriedly, but the car’s speed remained steady. Gradually, Pan Chenyu felt something was off. From the start, when Su Xuan revved up the car until now, she realized he never shifted gears.

Pan Chenyu knew how to drive, so she naturally understood what this meant: it meant overturning, Centrifugal Force, and during sharp turns, the Centrifugal Force was significant; under such high speed, the Centrifugal Force was especially large. Generally, racers would shift gears, slightly reduce speed, and then perform a drift for a quick take-off again.

The advantage of a good sports car in racing is because of its quick acceleration. For example, in such a sharp turn, after passing the entry, you decelerate, and after the turn, you must speed up to the fastest speed in the shortest time to complete the circuit dash.

Pan Chenyu knew this well, he understood that for such a sharp turn, even a regular bend would require shifting to a lower gear and slowing down. But now, he discovered something: since Su Xuan had shifted to the highest gear, the sixth gear hadn’t moved an inch, which really shocked Pan Chenyu. By now, they had already passed the second sharp turn, but why hadn’t he felt the Centrifugal Force?

Pan Chenyu checked the dashboard; the speed had soared to over one hundred and sixty. If it weren’t for the speed-reducing glass, this speed could probably scare someone to death.

The distance had shortened a bit when Pan Chenyu looked at the display again, and the third corner soon appeared. In the distance, he saw a Ferrari sports car, which obviously had quickly decelerated, then performed an extreme drift; the car’s rear end swung out, showcasing impressive skill. The black smoke from the friction between the tires and the road was quite stylish, too.

Many racers actually enjoy this feeling, the smoky drift.

And just before Pan Chenyu had time to feel the thrill, he suddenly felt their car just charged in directly. The speed was genuinely unimaginably fast.

With a "bang," the Ferrari was directly lifted off the ground, crashing with a roar into the mountain opposite. Su Xuan appeared unconcerned as he sharply turned the steering wheel to the right.

Then a miracle happened; the entire car turned the corner as if on a straight line, with little to no Centrifugal Force felt.

He felt a moment of amazement, truly finding it unbelievable. It was simply incredible; at such speed, to not fishtail.

At this point, Pan Chenyu checked the display again; the distance to the Boss had shrunk once more, and not far ahead, the silhouette of a Range Rover was barely visible.

Amazing, truly amazing; in utter disbelief, he watched as Su Xuan leisurely enjoyed the music, driving as if on a scenic tour. At that moment, Pan Chenyu truly couldn’t believe it—this guy was simply mythic.

Right now, he understood that Su Xuan was using the corners tactically. In a straight race, a Volkswagen from Shanghai definitely wouldn’t outrun those sports cars due to its configuration. But now, things were different; Su Xuan was leveraging every corner. The time lost at corners is typically the longest.

Soon, the fourth corner appeared. Pan Chenyu held his breath, watching intently. He really wanted to see how Su Xuan did it since, under such speed, it didn’t seem to generate significant Centrifugal Force.

The speed had already reached one hundred and seventy-five, and at such a pace, if it weren’t for braking, Pan Chenyu thought the car flying off was a ninety-nine percent probability. Pan Chenyu, a brilliant science student, could even calculate how terrifying the resulting Centrifugal Force was. Please enter the text.