Wang Yuyan immediately understood Jiang Cheng's words and gave him a flirtatious, reproachful look.
Then she whispered, "Your driving skills are good, but you drive for too long every time, and too often. It's easy to cause wear and tear. Every time you get out of the car, I have to go for maintenance for a long time."
Seeing Wang Yuyan's resentful look, Jiang Cheng curled his lips into a smile. "That problem is easy to solve. If you feel like you can't take it, I can switch cars midway to let you rest for a bit. We can take turns driving, how about that?"
"Ah, that's not what I meant." Hearing this, Wang Yuyan let go of the seatbelt she was gripping tightly and immediately grabbed Jiang Cheng's hand.
"That won't do. How could you be so heartless? How could I let someone else benefit from something this good? I want it for myself; you can drive however you want."
Seeing Wang Yuyan's blushing face and her acting spoiled, Jiang Cheng's Adam's apple couldn't help but bob up and down.
With the sound of the starting pistol, hundreds of supercars started simultaneously, shooting out from the starting line like arrows.
The track was steaming with heat, and the roar of engines rose and fell like a stirring, surging symphony.
Today's primary goal was to promote the SCC Club, so the speeds of all participating vehicles were roughly the same.
The general process was to first loop around the surrounding roads from the track exit and then return to the track.
As they drove off the track, Huang Qing led the way, followed by Jiang Cheng in second, Qin Fen in third, Wang Congcong in fourth, Jiang Xin in fifth, and then that mclaren P1 with Kyoto plates.
Several legendary cars gathered on the road, accompanied by a few professional recording teams and some private media. Everyone moved forward at a steady pace in an orderly fashion.
Just when Jiang Cheng thought they were about to finish the task and return to the track...
...a sudden roar of acceleration came from behind.
After a glance, he was surprised to find that the mclaren with the Kyoto license plate, which was in sixth place, for some reason...
...started breaking formation and drove straight out from the side.
However, he wasn't driving very fast; he just wasn't following the order.
He drove right up to be side-by-side with Jiang Xin.
Jiang Xin, driving the bugatti, saw this; his speed wasn't fast.
Seeing the mclaren quickly pull up beside him from behind, he instantly felt a bit uneasy.
Jiang Xin gave the other driver a cold, stern look.
The other driver's gaze toward Jiang Xin carried a hint of disdain.
Instead of slowing down, the driver accelerated to overtake, deliberately cutting in front of him.
Seeing the other party's provocative attitude, Jiang Xin's heart rate instantly spiked.
His brow furrowed tightly; he felt his dignity had been violated.
Although he felt unwilling, he gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying his best to avoid a collision with the car.
If it were the old him, he might not have been so suppressed.
But his family's current situation wasn't very good.
So even if it hurt his pride, Jiang Xin didn't dare do anything.
In this situation, he didn't dare take any risks.
He could only choose to slow down and let the other driver pull in front of him.
Just as he was feeling like he had lost face...
...to his surprise, the car started the same routine again.
It drove past from the side once more, pulling up alongside Wang Congcong.
Wang Congcong was not Jiang Xin.
At that moment, he was driving with one hand and smoking a cigarette with the other, looking very relaxed.
Before he could react, the mclaren forced its way in front of him.
After being startled, Wang Congcong immediately began to slow down.
Being cut off like that, his expression instantly darkened.
He threw his unfinished cigarette directly out of the window.
Looking extremely annoyed, he slapped the steering wheel and cursed loudly, "Fuck, what a dumbass."
He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, a surge of anger rising in his heart.
He wanted to ram into it, but in the end, he controlled his emotions.
Wang Congcong's voice echoed inside the car.
If they weren't still filming, he would have wanted to jump out of the car.
However, the roar of the engines at the scene was far too loud; no one could hear his cursing at all.
They could only see him sticking his head out of the car window, looking very unhappy and saying something toward the front.
Sitting in his car, Jiang Xin saw that Wang Congcong had also been cut off, and his own frustration lessened significantly.
If he were the only one cut off, he would surely have become the laughingstock of this supercar track day.
But now that Wang Congcong had also been cut off, what else was there to say?
Jiang Xin knew what kind of person Wang Congcong was.
Having lost face in public like this, he would definitely find a way to get even.
He would let Wang Congcong take the lead; it was a good chance to just sit back and wait for the benefits.
Wang Congcong's grumbling and cursing continued inside his car.
Qin Fen's driving skills, however, were much better than Wang Congcong's.
Moreover, he had noticed the situation behind him long ago.
Seeing the other driver pull up, Qin Fen also pulled alongside and stayed tight against the back of Jiang Cheng's car.
With such a narrow gap, even if the other party wanted to cut in, they were powerless.
Seeing Qin Fen blocking him, the other driver gave him a very arrogant smile.
Then he feinted, making the wheels slip slightly, acting as if he were going to ram into him from the side.
Qin Fen was startled by this move.
He didn't expect the other person to be so bold.
To dare perform such a dangerous maneuver under these circumstances.
Qin Fen gripped the steering wheel tightly, his palms sweating slightly, his eyes fixed on the other driver.
Suddenly, a flash of silver streaked across the corner of his eye, and he couldn't help but jerk the steering wheel slightly to the right in fright.
To his surprise, the other party was just bluffing. After the feint, the driver pulled away with a wild smile.
Being toyed with like that to his face, a surge of anger rose in Qin Fen's heart.
Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng was chatting idly with Wang Yuyan.
Qin Fen had been honking his horn to warn him just now.
Now, he saw the other driver pulling up in his rearview mirror.
Jiang Cheng's expression became serious.
The mclaren soon reached the front of Jiang Cheng's car.
Just like before, the mclaren owner gave him a provocative smile as usual.
Jiang Cheng knew the other party wanted to repeat the same routine and try to force an overtake.
At this moment, just like Qin Fen, he quickly drove his car right behind Huang Qing, showing a clear stance of not letting the other person force their way through.
Huang Qing, up ahead, had noticed the situation behind him long ago.
He felt a bit helpless because the mclaren driver was someone he had invited, and he was quite a prominent figure in Kyoto.
Under the camera's gaze, Huang Qing could only pretend not to see it and continued to drive steadily in front.
In his heart, he only hoped that Jiang Cheng wouldn't have any conflict with the mclaren owner.
So that this track day event could end successfully.
However, the mclaren driver didn't seem to want to stop.
Seeing that he couldn't cut in, he repeated the maneuver he had used against Qin Fen.
He wanted to pull a feint to scare Jiang Cheng and show off his superior driving skills.