Chapter Eighteen: The Arena

  Li Zifeng leaned against the door, drowsily nodding off. His two eye sockets were black like a panda's, anyone who didn't sleep for three days and nights would be even more miserable than him, people are living beings, not those machines that don't need to close their eyes.

  A loud rumble, Li Zifeng suddenly opened his eyes to find the garage empty, with cries of surprise coming from outside. He was taken aback and ran out to see his car being driven in circles on the open ground outside.

  The body was wiped clean, but it hadn't been painted yet, the scratches were still there, and the glass on the windows hadn't been replaced either, but it was indeed running.

  Li Zifeng was dazed and distracted, still with an unbelievable feeling - even if it was just a fake, barely able to start, he was very happy.

  Yang Yunqiu stopped the car in front of Li Zifeng, got out and waved at him: "Come on, let's go for a test drive. Fang Shifu said there is a special place for test driving in the northern suburbs."

  Li Zifeng sat in the passenger seat, only then remembering that Beijiao was a racing track, where many famous and numbered car enthusiasts from Nan City would compete on ordinary days.

  He heard from friends who often go to Beiguan that Fang Shifu is the best technician in Nanshi, and many of their sports cars are modified by him.

  Li Zifeng indeed regarded his car as a treasure, but he also knew that an old Santana, which was already scrap, shouldn't go to such a place.

  But as soon as she turned around, Yang Yunqiu's eyes were shining brightly, and although her face was expressionless, it could still be felt that kind of excitement.

  It's like they just learned how to drive.

  Li Zifeng smiled and let him go, only slightly worried that his car might not be able to run so far without breaking down.

  Luckily Yang Yunqiu had already obtained his driver's license, otherwise he would have said that he forgot for a moment and then play a game of unlicensed driving.

  When I arrived at the northern suburbs, the sky had just darkened. This was originally a forest shooting range, but later some wealthy bosses opened up a circular racing track on the entire mountain slope. Every even-numbered day, in the dead of night, they would hold a car racing competition. Even on ordinary days, people came to test drive their cars, not for profit, just for excitement.

  It's not racing time yet, a dozen or so sports cars are warming up on the track, getting familiar with the circuit.

  A luxurious high-end car, each one was a show-off. Li Zifeng watched as Yang Yunqiu smoothly inserted into the track and naturally followed behind a Porsche, his face red, covering his forehead with a bitter smile, no need to listen, he also knew it must be lively outside.

  Indeed, the technicians at the parking lot next door, as well as the spectators chatting on the stands and even the drivers who were about to go on stage, were all stunned.

  A man wearing a suspenders vest, jeans, and a fiery figure, with a Ferrari parked next to him, exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, when did Santana also come here to race? Or is it just a broken police car?"

  Everyone present is a rich and noble son, and they don't have much feeling about police cars. In fact, there were many people who deliberately made some police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances appear in the past, but few used Santana.

  Zhang Youqiao, who was standing next to him in a well-dressed suit, leaned over and listened for a moment before saying, "It's definitely been modified, and the driver's skills are pretty good."

  He is not as ignorant as those young people who are making a racket beside him, he knows cars and has watched many car races. As long as a driver takes one step, he can roughly see how his skills are.

  Just now that Santana rushed in, neither warm nor cold, without any extra movement, the driver's control was in place.

  People who like to watch racing are very lively, and among the famous cars, a particularly eye-catching car suddenly appears, which is quite attention-grabbing. Many people who were drowsy and unenthusiastic stood up straight and looked around.

  Yang Yunqiu didn't care at all, and he didn't intentionally chase the cars in front of him. He shifted gears smoothly, sometimes speeding up and sometimes slowing down.

  "The engine is running well." Yang Yunqiu nodded, letting out a breath of relief. This was his first time completely repairing a car by himself, and even though he had confidence in his abilities, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

  Li Zifeng also forgot to lose face, couldn't help but applaud, this car of his although the shell is Santana, actually only one shell, it was purely Mr.'s bad taste back then, specially made a car like this and gave it to him, he was angry for a few days, but still liked it, now being able to repair it, nothing could be better.

  Two people were test-driving a car very seriously, but they didn't know that the owner of the Ferrari in front was furious and kept accelerating.

  He was still chatting with his girlfriend: "What a car dare to come, really let it follow me, I'm not mixed up."

  After running three laps, the speed got higher and higher, already exceeding 230, but they couldn't shake off a broken-down police car.

  He stepped on the gas and accelerated, the two cars were now racing, the car in front was also speeding up, the originally calm and peaceful track suddenly became boiling.

  The phone suddenly started vibrating.

  "Hello?"

  As soon as Yang Yunqiu opened it, Shi Tianlai's roar came from inside.

  He has never been so impatient before.

  "Xiao Yang, where have you gone? I've been calling your phone but you're not answering. You can't be found anywhere. There are only two days left before the college entrance exam. If you don't want to go to school, that's fine. I've already taken care of the registration and student file for you. At least come back and take a photo with me."

  Shi Tianlai yelled for half a day, took a breath and said angrily: "Give you twenty minutes, come to my house immediately."

  Yang Yunqiu blinked, and for the past three days, she had been closed off to repair her car, and she really forgot about the important matter. She turned off her phone and turned to Li Zifeng, saying: "Be careful, hold on tight."

  As he spoke, the doll instantly projected the route and map onto a spot most comfortable for his line of sight.

  One foot on the accelerator, sudden acceleration, Li Zifeng suddenly had a feeling of floating up, but this floating was an extremely stable kind of floating, as if the entire body was light as a feather.

  In the blink of an eye, he overtook the two cars in front and accelerated to extreme speed. Ahead was a curve with two sports cars running side by side. Logically, he should have slowed down, but Li Zifeng's body suddenly tilted, and his beloved car's two wheels left the ground, rising sideways, stubbornly passing through the gap between the two cars without slowing down at all.

  The entire stadium erupted, with everyone around staring in shock and amazement.

  The first one to be overtaken was the Ferrari owner, who almost stepped on the brake pedal. If it weren't for his girlfriend by his side, he might not have been able to hold back a loud shout.

  Yang Yunqiu deftly dodged one sports car after another, without any extra movement, operating extremely concisely.

  Li Zifeng even suspected that other vehicles were also under his command, just to set off his performance.

  Zhang Youqiao couldn't help but stand up straight and take out his binoculars.

  The Santana was originally cruising at a steady speed, but suddenly accelerated to over 230 kilometers per hour in an instant. It first drifted to the left and then immediately drifted to the right, with the entire movement being extremely smooth and without any smoke or tire wear, despite the immense pressure.

  It was flawless, like a ballerina performing a breathtakingly beautiful routine at the world championships.

  "This guy... isn't he a professional driver?"

  Everyone present was in an uproar, countless people took out their mobile phones to take pictures, various messages spread on the internet, and some even hurriedly made phone calls to gather other drivers to come and see. Today was clearly not a day for a big competition, but the entire northern suburbs were boiling like boiling water.

  Yang Yunqiu was completely unaware of it, he actually treated driving as a musical instrument, and the car was like his own hands and feet, only he could feel that wonderful taste.

  It's no wonder that many monks are infatuated with the art of alchemy, abandoning their original intentions and pursuing trivial matters. Unless one has a resolute heart, it is difficult to truly immerse oneself in it without becoming obsessed.

  Beyond all vehicles, Yang Yunqiu rushed out of the driveway, left Beiyuan, and threw away all troubles.

  Li Zifeng was stunned for a long time - his car was still new at that time, and it had never run so fast and smoothly like today!

  "I'll go to Nanda first, then you drive back to the repair factory and ask Master Fang to check it out. Also, help me ask for leave, the college entrance exam is coming up soon, I need to review."

  Li Zifeng: "………"

  The Gaokao! ?

  Which third-year high school student still works in a garage before taking the college entrance exam? And spends three days and nights repairing a car?

  Although there was a bit of traffic in Nancheng, with the supercomputer-like intelligent life that is far more powerful than GPS, Yang Yunqiu still arrived at Shi Tianlai's home within twenty minutes.

  The old man was impatient and grabbed him to take a photo first, then stuffed him into the study room, letting him quietly review the materials.

  Yang Yunqiu didn't sleep for three days and nights, and she really couldn't hold on anymore. After eating a bowl of beef noodles made by Shi Furen, she fell asleep with her head on the table. Shi Tianlai walked around the table twice but ultimately didn't dare to wake her up.

  What if I fall asleep due to lack of sleep during the high school entrance exam? That would be a disaster.

  The old lady was open-minded and laughed, advising him: "It's okay if Little Yang doesn't do well on the exam. Can't you get a special admission quota? If he does well, you'd better be careful that others won't poach your student."

  Shi Tian thought for a moment, and indeed it was so. He didn't have to worry about it anymore. He simply called Yang Yunqiu over, coaxed him into going to the guest room to sleep, and even lit some calming incense that his son had bought. It was said to be an old secret recipe from the Qing palace, although he didn't know if it was true or not. However, after lighting the incense, he did sleep a bit better.

  The old lady looked at her and teased: "It's a pity that our Niuniu is too young, otherwise it would be just right to invite him to be the son-in-law, you'd be delighted."

  Shi Tianlai also smiled: "Dai Dai's age is just right, maybe there's a destined relationship."

  He slept for half a day and woke up feeling refreshed. Shi Tianlai dragged him to do several sets of high school entrance exam simulation questions.

  Yang Yunqiu's scores were all above 730, and the most terrifying thing was his incredibly fast speed in answering questions. Shi Tianlai twitched at the corner of his mouth and suddenly felt that this kid should not perform too well on the college entrance exam, or else many schools would come to fight for him, which would be a troublesome matter.

  The doll was also surprised: "I thought this time you would need me to help you cheat."

  Yang Yunqiu rolled her eyes instantly. Although she hadn't attended high school, she had been very strict with herself since childhood and hadn't missed out on anything she was supposed to learn.

  For the next two days, he didn't review again and went back to looking at the latest materials science research materials, understanding the knowledge that interested him.

  Every night, he would also make a phone call to his grandmother Wu Yue, telling her that he was about to take the college entrance exam and would definitely pass it, so she didn't have to worry.

  In May, he didn't care about the phone bill anymore, but each call was still short, no more than two or three minutes, for fear of delaying his children's study time.

  June 7th, overcast, gentle breeze, Yang Yunqiu went to his nominal high school classroom for the first time and took a bus with a group of students to the examination hall.