This wasn't the first time Jiang Churan had heard Shen Shuang and Xu Yan say this.
Jiang Churan glanced at Xu Yan and then looked at Shen Shuang.
"As for being a mistress, I think Yan Yan could do it, but Shuang Shuang, you might be a bit..."
Hearing this, Shen Shuang was stunned for a moment, then she pouted and pinched Jiang Churan's slender waist. "Ranran, I've noticed you've become naughty since you started dating Jiang Cheng."
Seeing that the race was about to start, Jiang Churan chuckled.
"Oh, stop it. Anyway, it's not up to me to decide that kind of thing; it depends on Jiang Cheng. In any case, good luck to both of you!"
Her words were half-joking and half-serious, her eyes clear, filled with trust in Jiang Cheng as well as her own confidence and composure.
Both Shen Shuang and Xu Yan could hear the open-mindedness in her words. The three of them smiled at each other, and the subtle tension that had arisen because of Han Anning immediately dissipated quite a bit.
After joking around with each other, they put away the smiles on their faces and focused their attention on the racetrack.
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to step on the accelerator to start the race, the system suddenly let out a "ding" sound.
"Ding! Host is detected to be facing a malicious extreme racing challenge, and the opponent possesses high-risk driving tendencies. Now issuing a situational special skill—[Absolute Trajectory]!"
[Absolute Trajectory]: In a high-speed competitive state, the Host will gain dynamic vision and spatial deconstruction abilities that transcend common sense.
The optimal driving route for the Host and surrounding vehicles will appear in real-time (presented as translucent blue light bands).
As well as predicted trajectories for all potentially dangerous maneuvers by opponent vehicles (presented as red warning trajectories).
With this "visual cheat," the Host can foresee crises in advance and precisely execute theoretically possible extreme maneuvers, perfectly avoiding all dangers while pushing the vehicle's performance to 120%.
(Skill Supplementary Note: In this state, vehicle stability, tire grip, and inertia control will receive temporary system enhancement, ensuring the Host can complete maneuvers that are theoretically feasible but nearly impossible in reality.)
After the notification sound faded, a cool sensation instantly surged into Jiang Cheng's eyes and brain.
The V16 quad-turbocharged engine of the dark nights sound let out a low, terrifying roar, like an ancient beast awakening. The black car body transformed into an arrow released from a bowstring, shooting onto the track.
It raced neck and neck with Jerry's porsche 918.
Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at Jerry and instantly discovered a clear, faintly blue-shimmering optimal driving line appearing on his visual interface.
Meanwhile, several red dashed lines representing Jerry's potentially dangerous maneuvers—like cutting off or squeezing—flickered at various positions, like hazard warnings in a game.
"So, it can even be like this."
At this moment, Jiang Cheng only wanted to use two simple and crude words to describe the system: Badass!
With this kind of cheat, how could Jiang Cheng possibly lose??
As the cars navigated a turn, Jerry realized that Jiang Cheng's driving skills were far more stable than Fu Yang's.
Even drifting through corners was effortless for him.
He could still keep up with Jiang Cheng for now, but with the slightest lapse in attention, Jiang Cheng might leave him in the dust at the next turn.
Thinking about how he would have to drive this porsche 911 into a wall if he lost, a trace of ruthlessness instantly appeared in his eyes.
As expected, he hadn't given up on his wicked plan. At the same U-turn, he repeated his old trick, suddenly veering toward the inner lane to cut Jiang Cheng off!
Seeing this, exclamations rang out from the sidelines: "Watch out!"
Everyone thought the tragedy was about to repeat itself.
However, there wasn't the slightest flicker in Jiang Cheng's eyes.
Just as the porsche was about to collide, the dark nights sound made a tiny, almost teleportation-like displacement that defied the laws of physics. Not only did it perfectly avoid the collision, but its powerful wake even caused the porsche 911 to instantly lose control, spinning in place and coming to a stop dangerously close to the guardrail!
Meanwhile, the dark nights sound left behind an afterimage as it elegantly and violently crossed the finish line.
Jiang Cheng won, and it was an absolute crushing victory in terms of skill.
Jiang Cheng didn't stop at the finish line; instead, he turned the car around and slowly drove back to the side of the still-shaken Jerry.
Jerry had just gotten out of the car, his legs still weak. He pointed at Jiang Cheng and cursed furiously in a mix of English and Chinese.
"Fuck! You! You're crazy! Were you trying to kill me just now?!"
Jiang Cheng rolled down the window, looking at him as if he were an ant.
"The bet. You lost."
"To hell with the bet!" Jerry completely dropped all pretenses and roared, "Do you know who I am? You dare touch me? I'm telling you, this isn't over! I'll make you pay! I'll make your Huaxia pay for your actions! I'm going to the Embassy, I'm going to make you internationally..."
Jiang Cheng was not Fu Yang. Hearing this, he turned the steering wheel again, pointing the front of the car at Jerry, and began to step on the accelerator.
As the muffled roar of the engine sounded, Jerry's expression instantly changed.
His heart skipped a beat.
What does this mean??
I couldn't have run into a lunatic, could I?
"You... what do you want to do..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the dark nights sound was already driving toward him.
The V16 engine of the dark nights sound let out a low, muffled growl.
The black car body was like a leopard pouncing out of the dark night, suddenly charging toward where Jerry was standing!
The speed wasn't actually extremely fast, but that indomitable, domineering aura—as if it would crush any obstacle—scared Jerry out of his wits.
His face, which had been trying to maintain a calm facade, instantly contorted. He let out a scream and, disregarding his image, scrambled desperately to the side on all fours.
With a "thud," he fell to the ground in a pathetic state, even rolling twice due to momentum.
And just a little bit behind where he had been standing.
The dark nights sound braked with millimeter precision.
After a sharp "screech" of friction, it stopped steadily right there. The front of the car hadn't even grazed the paint of the porsche 911.
After the immense terror, Jerry only felt an uncontrollable wet heat instantly spread across his crotch.
He had actually been scared into wetting himself by that lightning-fast death threat!
Jiang Cheng didn't even get out of the car. He rested his hand casually on the window ledge, looking down at the pale Jerry, who was slumped in a puddle of urine.
"Now," his voice carried a cold mockery, "do you still dare to bark?"