Chapter 382

Yes, this kind of turning can't be fast or slow.

It's fast. It's easy to have accidents.

If you slow down, you'll be overtaken by your opponent.

The metaphor of this moment is really to cry without tears.

Mo Jingyao is really going to kill her.

Originally, she just wanted to test for a driver's license, but as soon as she got the driver's license, she actually came to participate in this kind of high-level racing car.

But in fact, her racing level can be described as zero.

Before today, she had never seen a real racing car.

But what's more, it's racing

"You can do it a little faster, just lift ten pulse." When he found that the metaphor was struggling with the speed of the curve, Mo Jingyao opened his mouth at the right time.

With Mo Jingyao's sentence, the metaphor was lazy to calculate, and directly in the curve, compared with her previous deceleration, she increased the speed of ten pulse.

Safe passage.

Try another curve, and it's safe to pass.

Therefore, the metaphor carefully went over the curve and raised the ten pulse.

Or safe passage.

It's really possible to speed up when you practice your car on a racetrack like this.

And the acceleration is very fast.

Speed up and then speed up, so the metaphor has a feeling of flying.

As if flying up in general, the line of sight in front of you is full of self-confidence.

The metaphor at this moment is thanks to Mo Jingyao. If he was not at her side to comfort her and guide her, she would never have mastered the skills and essentials of driving a car in such a short time.

In fact, the most afraid and taboo thing for normal people is to take a new car.

That's putting your life on the novice.

However, this person does not include Mo Jingyao. He is in the novice's car all the time.

He only occasionally reminded her to pay attention to the essentials of her movements. The rest of the time, he kept looking ahead, and his eyes were full of trust.

It was a total trust in metaphor, and he believed in her.

That kind of trust passed on to Simi became her confidence.

Time goes by very fast.

I'm addicted to metaphor.

Driving on the racetrack is really enjoyable.

Because, you don't have to worry about speeding or car accidents.

It doesn't matter if you drive fast out of the track. There are safety measures everywhere on the racetrack. It doesn't matter if you hit it.

Practice, metaphor more and more confident.

And then it turns out that people are coming in.

Someone whistled outside the scene, which was a boost to Yu se, which was completely unaffected. She had been reciting Mo Jingyao's only secret formula, focusing on her.

Not only focus, but focus.

Such a racetrack, as long as you do focus, basically won half.

There are more and more people.

But it's all outside the fence.

At first, all the metaphors focused on were regarded as nonexistent. But when a popular red racing car drove into the field, it could no longer be ignored or ignored.

Because, the red car was added to her practice.

As he watched the car enter the field, he immediately slowed down.

On one side, Mo Jingyao found that she reduced the speed, and her lips raised a smile, "well, use this speed to practice. However, in the real competition, you should be at least 50 pulses higher than this speed, so that you have a chance to win."

"I didn't seem to be able to get that fast just now."

"That's OK. You just need to adjust the speed, you can."

"Well, I remember." It's like catching a cat in a red car.

Look at the time. It will be ten minutes before ten o'clock.

She hasn't seen a Feng on the track yet.

But even if she hasn't seen a Feng, she has a feeling. At this time, the car that has been chasing her on the field is definitely the racing master invited by a Feng.

The metaphor slowly lowered the speed, drove the car to the starting point, and stopped.

When she opened the door and got out of the car, the red car stopped on the other track just after her.

Then, see open the door, a Feng excitedly step off the car, straight to the metaphor.

"Woman, can you take off your mask and let me see what kind of virtue you have?" A Feng held her head high and defied the metaphor.

Metaphor slightly wrung eyebrow, light way: "can't" This a Feng can only be regarded as small and beautiful, even less than one tenth of the "shameless" woman in the snack bar before. Mo Jingyao doesn't feel for that woman, let alone this a Feng.

Want to come, but is angry a Feng in the training ground to her to speak ill of, want to give this woman a lesson just.I didn't expect that a Feng was so arrogant that she thought she was going to be a grandmother of Mo Shao?

"You You are a woman who is about to be abandoned. When you lose the game, you'd better know yourself and get away from my man as far as you can A Feng raises eyebrow tip, more say is arrogant.

"You Who is your man Yu se was stunned for a moment. She thought it necessary to know who a Feng's man was. Then she didn't have to ask for it. Naturally, she could be as far away as possible. Could there be a better, more beautiful and unmarried man than Mo Jingyao? At least for now, she hasn't.

"It's your man. When the car is over, he'll be mine." Ah Feng said triumphantly.

"Ha ha..." It is only when the metaphor is forced to endure that it does not laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" The color of a low smile, I do not know why, a Feng has a hairy feeling, a little flustered.

"Since I know he is my man now, why should I be as far away as possible? Besides, when he is really your man, it's not too late for you to blackmail me to leave him. It's a bit premature to ask for it at this time. " Metaphorical color sentence by sentence, the eyebrows with a smile said.

"He's mine sooner or later. If you don't let go, I'll tear your mouth."

"Whose mouth is torn?" The co driver's door of Baolan racing car opened, and Mo Jingyao got out of the car. When Yu se got off the car, he answered a phone call, which made him slow down. As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he heard a Feng threatening Yu SE's words, which made him feel cold.

However, the chill from the man made a Feng shiver, and her arrogance disappeared. She went to Mo Jingyao cleverly, "Sir, I'm kidding. How can I tear up other people's mouths? I don't care." Said, licked under the purplish red lip petal, the expression wants more charming to have more charming.

Mo Jingyao did not look at her, but started to move towards metaphor, "are you ready?"

A Feng eyes gaping to listen to the man's absolutely gentle words, the bottom of my heart rose 10000 doubts, is the rich is the mask woman and not the mask man?