I'm A Baller - Chapter 436

Chapter 436: The End Is Only the Beginning

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Less than two minutes after the start of the race, driver number one, Young Master Pan, was the first to cross the starting line and begin the second lap.

Following him was Hum, then Wang Yan, and then Milson.

With the naked eye, it was difficult to accurately determine the distance between everyone. It seemed to be about the same.

However, this was a professional race track. There were numerous sensors to conduct data statistics.

The race control tower, the second floor, and even the timing room.

Looking at the final result, the people monitoring all the data sucked in a cold breath and muttered to himself, “Oh my God, is this a member of a professional team?”

Everyone chimed in and clicked their tongues in unison.

“With this standard, if it were a GT3, it would be able to get a place even in the professional team…”

The data monitor looked at the transaction records on his phone and could not suppress his joy. He coughed lightly and waved his hand.

“Be shocked later, hurry up and send out the data!”

“We’re gonna do what we’re told, and we’re gonna send all the driver’s lap data to the big screen and the VIP room immediately.”

Seeing the shocking data, all 24 VIP rooms were once again overwhelmed by uproar.

“F*ck! That’s a first!”

“F*ck, Ha was whoring for nothing, no use!”

“F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, you’re so f*cking hot!”

“Ho ho ho ho!”

In the rankings, Wang Yan was the fastest for this lap.

Rank One: Number four, Porsche 918,1:49.81.

Rank Two: Number two, Mercedes-AMG GT3,1:50.22.

Rank Three: Number five, Koenigsegg Agera RS, 1:51.95.

Milson’s performance was not bad. Although he had made a small mistake, his lap time had already surpassed that in the previous test run.

Hum performed even better. The AMG GT3 was the King of performance. In 1:50, he had already stepped into the field of professional goalkeepers.

However, they were all overshadowed by Wang Yan’s brilliance.

Ha had tried to delay Wang Yan by offering his own position in the race. He had actually messed up the opponent’s rhythm from the start, but that guy had still taken first place.

F*ck!

How was he supposed to play this?

Fatty Fu immediately rushed towards Young Master Hong’s private room. Immediately after, Young Master Hong gritted his teeth and shouted out an order.

“Hum, slow down! When Wang Yan catches up, immediately execute the strategy…”

This was the first time that the young masters of the capital had called Wang Yan by his name.

Before this, they had always addressed him as “That b*stard”.

That collision, as well as the final result of the first lap, finally forced them to admit Wang Yan’s formidable abilities.

Hum finally stopped humming and calmly replied with one word, “Received.”

They were convinced.

There was no longer any fantasy in their hearts. Their ambition to win the championship was being roasted by the blazing sun, and they realized that they were no match for someone of the same level.

Hum was usually very arrogant, but he was not a simple-minded person.

After knowing he that he was not a match for Wang Yan, would he still go and meet him head-on?

Definitely not.

“I will slow down at T-9 and T-10 and intercept them at the bend between T-11 and T-13. The maximum speed limit of a car at T-11 is 91 km/h. If I can get stuck at the bend, I can suppress Wang Yan.”

“If a car leaves T-13 with a speed of less than 245 km/h, the 918 will not be able to increase to its top speed of 325 km/h on the straight road of a mere 1,100 meters.

“Milson will run the show on his own. That will be a good opportunity for him to close the distance…”

Hum thought for a moment and decided on a strategy.

This was one of the competition plans, the essence of it.

The SCC club was not undeserving of its reputation. All year round, its members participated in various world tournaments. Their vision and structure far surpassed the likes of Chen Yuhang and Huang Xu.

As early as before the race, under the guidance of the professional team, everyone had already made all kinds of plans. Their strategies were mature.

Indeed, this group of young masters were all amateurs.

However, anyone who believed that drivers simply entered the track blindly had truly underestimated the strength of money.

If you have money, you will definitely have a good team. If you have a good team, your club will definitely be professional.

Young Master Hong turned to look at Belga beside him. “What do you think?”

Belga frowned and said. “Let me think.”

Belga was the second-string team leader of AMG, the Evergreen Team of the BAOPO GT race. He had been invited by the SCC to form his own team and was preparing to compete in the first GT Championship in China to be held in June this year.

This middle-aged white man had rich experience and sharp eyes. He spoke English with a strong accent. He must have come from the Dongbei Region.

The group of people discussed repeatedly. After an intense discussion, they finally rejected Hum’s opinion.

“That bend is not good. The spiral curve is wide and has three consecutive bends. Even if the car slows down and tangles at the T-11, it’s still too easy for an expert to overtake them there. There’s a gap between the strengths of Hum and Wang Yan. We can’t gamble.”

“Continue to delay him between T-1 and T-4!”

“Don’t create such a big scene. As long as the other party can not pass through the bend comfortably, it will be fine.”

“That’s right. Hum normally breezes through the T-3 bend. His limit is about 92-93 km/h in the bend. With such speed, Wang Yan would not be able to touch his car even if he wanted to!”

“Yes, a bend will delay Wang Yan for two to three seconds. After that, by relying on the GT3’s performance to maintain this difference, he should be able to stay in the lead all the way to the T-11.”

“Here, try to use your maximum speed to pass the bend. Don’t think about suppressing Wang Yan.”

“Right!”

“It doesn’t matter if we are left behind in the T-13.”

The AMG GT3 was 350 kilograms lighter, and its push-to-weight ratio was far better than 918. Its acceleration performance was at least 13% better than 918.

“On that 1,100-meter straight path, we can catch up to about 15 meters away.”

“The difficulty of the T-14 is very high. We might have to separate again.”

“It’s not a big problem. After the T-16, there will be another 800-meter straight road. As long as we cut into the T-1 curve first…”

“Then we can suppress him during the next lap!”

“Okay, let’s do it!”

They calculated every aspect to the limit. It was accurate and targeted.

The layman could never realize how much science and wisdom was contained in a race that was seemingly a joke.

When a group of elites began to face Wang Yan’s strength, the solution they came up with was like a strategy for clearing a boss in a video game.

However, bosses in video games had fixed solutions, but what about bosses in real life?

Everything that happened next seemed to be developing according to their plan for now.

At this moment, both cars were already halfway through the second lap, and Wang Yan was racing crazily, continuing to cut down his lap timing.

Xiao Heng maintained the lead, slowing down on the straight road after the T-16, passing the starting line, and cutting into the T-1 corner along the outer line.

The third lap.

Just at the center of the T-1 corner, Wang Yan finally caught up with Xiao Heng.

After the 300-degree turn, the GT3 suddenly braked, cutting into T-3 at a speed of 102 km/h.

When it reached the center of the bend, it slowed down to 92 km/h, going on a outer-inner-outer route to clear the corner.

With such a steady turn, Wang Yan had no choice but to slow down and follow.

“It’s done!”

In the VIP room, everyone waved their fists and cheered.

Did it work?

Hum relied on the better racing performance of his car to firmly maintain the lead for T-4 and T-5. Finally, he was the first to reach the T-6’s outer corner.

The young masters from Beijing cheered again.

“It’s done!”

“Beautiful!”

In contrast, Chu Xin and the others were shocked.

“Come on, Wang Yan!”

The young master laughed. “Don’t rush.”

Eh?

You’re actually in the mood to laugh?

“Can you focus a little? You have been overtaken on a curve three times in a row!”

Someone who did not know racing might not understand why such a thing would happen on such a wide road.

In fact, it was very simple.

Every curve had an optimal method to pass it in the quickest possible time.

At a certain point in the outer lane, the driver would turn into the inner lane and drive till he brushed against the edge of the inner lane. Then, he would rush back to the outer lane and control the vehicle at the edge of the lane..

On this road, all conditions were fixed.

Whoever reached the starting point would be able to use this optimal method to make the curve.

What happens if you don’t use the optimal method?

You lose speed!

After the turn, the other driver will still be faster than you, so you will continue to eat dust.

This is in fact a geometry problem, solving for the smoothest curve.

A racing car is a body of inertia. The smoother the curve it travels in, the less kinetic energy it will lose and the faster it will go.

This was a question that all racing enthusiasts understood, even if it was just a beginner.

Wang Yan followed AMG GT3 obediently and asked leisurely, “Who told you that if you don’t follow the optimal route, you will definitely die for the curve?”

Ah?

The channel was filled with confusion.

The young master really did not have the chance to overtake now, but the current speed was too slow, and it even made him feel a little bored.

So, he decided to leisurely chat with them through the radio.

“The optimal method corresponds to the highest speed after leaving the curve, and the sub-optimal method will include two cars running side by side without colliding moving in a curve. As the curve of the first route is larger, it corresponds to the higher speed after clearing the curve.”

“For example, take the T-3 curve and the theoretical top speed of the Porsche 918 when clearing a curve, you can see –”

“The optimal method leaves with 102 km/h.”

“The sub-optimal method leaves with 90 km/h.”

“So, when the GT3 goes through the T-3 curve at 92 kilometers per hour, my sub-optimal method will not be fast enough, so I cannot overtake him, I have to follow.”

“But, if the GT3’s optimal method leaves with a slower speed than my sub-optimal method, then I have the possibility of overtaking him.”

“The 918 is known to be 4.65 meters long. In other words, I need to maintain a 16.8 km/h lead for one second to complete the overtaking.”

“Well, you do the math. which corner will I have a chance to do it on?”

!!!

Most of the people listening to the channel were all stunned and trembling.

We are just a bunch of idiots who follow you to make money, what are you talking about?

Don’t make things difficult for me, Fatty Fu/ Big Bear/ Kofu/ Shizuka, okay?

“Haha, the next corner will do!”

The Car God, Wang Yan, laughed heartily. He suddenly stepped on the accelerator and accelerated crazily.

The T-6 corner was too steep and only had a 10-degree angle. Wang Yan really didn’t have a chance with a corner speed of just over 90 km/h.

However, the T-7 and T-8 were different. They formed a super large S bend with more than a 100 degree angle. They had a maximum bend speed of 265 km/h.

Hum could only drive at 210 km/h here, while Wang Yan could easily drive at 240 km/h!

“You all thought that the narrower the bend, the more technical it would be…”

That’s right.

However, the maximum speed for a bend which was narrow and steep was basically only around 100 km/h. How much of a difference could there be between an expert and an amateur?

There was no difference between the two in a small curve!

A true expert would always pursue the next straight line and how fast he could enter it.

A large curve was where the biggest difference will show!

The people standing in front of the window of the VIP building saw that after the 918 exited T-6, it began to accelerate non-stop, increasing to almost 270 km/h. It easily seized the outer line, and with a slight deceleration, it plunged into the T-7 Bend!

When it reached the center of the bend, it just happened to slow down to 245 km/h. It was as agile as a squid. With a whoosh, it had drilled out of T-7 and headed straight for T-8.

Looking from high up in the sky, the bright yellow 918 had left a long afterimage. In just three seconds, it had entered, exited, and entered the curve again, leaving behind an s-shaped afterimage.

The speed that he exited the curve was too high. 30 meters away in front of him was the sharp-angled T-9 curve.

The distance for deceleration was clearly not enough, but Wang Yan pulled out a miraculous 1.5-meter tail swing to cut into the center of the curve at the initial speed of 137 km/h.

It was extremely accurate!

And it was extremely easy!

All the spectators were shocked speechless by this scene.

“This…”

Princess Liu smacked her lips and turned around to ask her friend, “That’s drifting, right? Didn’t they say that drifting is not allowed in this field competition?”

The middle-aged fatty who loved racing was dumbfounded. He scratched his head and ears, unable to understand what was going on.

“It doesn’t make sense… it really doesn’t make sense!”

Belga understood what was going on and sighed as he broke it down into three parts.

“There’s no problem with this drifting. He’ll first overtake and shake off the car. If we don’t slow down enough, he’ll drift to make up for it. Theoretically, it’s very accurate…”

“What’s really rare is that control. Oh my God, how does Wang Yan allocate the lateral slip rate?”

“This doesn’t make sense!”

Young Master Hong frowned. “So, is it possible that this is extraordinary performance? With Wang Yan’s age, it should be very difficult for him to use this kind of technique so casually, right?”

Belga spread his hands. “I have no idea.”

Young Master Wang looked at the talent shown on the interface and laughed evilly.

“Brothers, stop pretending. Show me your cards. My talent is called rampage…”

Rampage God, Special Effect 2 —

[ You were born knowing how to move vehicles horizontally. How to drift at the fastest and most accurate speed ]

Drifting is useless in a field competition?

No, when a car is equipped with an R tire instead of a hot melt tire, it will be able to drift with only a small amount of controlled steering, this was godly!

In the blink of an eye, Hum had been left behind to eat dust.

In the T-11 curve, Wang Yan obediently stuck to the ground and turned the corner.

There, in front of him was the 1,100-meter straight road, and he stepped on the accelerator with his eyes closed.

The initial speed after the turn was close to 250 km/h, and he easily accelerated to 340 km/h. At the end of the turn, he decelerated to 85 km/h and cleared the T-14. Suddenly, another car appeared in front of him.

Car number 1, Young Master Pan.

Oh, a meeting?

Wang Yan ignored old Pan. No matter how much Young Master Pan disliked Wang Yan, he would not destroy his own reputation.

In front of outsiders, he could not afford to lose face.

Leading in front, he charged into the fourth lap one after Wang Yan.

The monitoring station reported the data: 1 minute 42.88 seconds!

“Damn it, b*stard!”

Fatty Fu slammed the table in anger. Then, he rubbed his face and called out to Milson, “Brother, be steady. Don’t get hurt!”

“Okay.”

Milson responded with a dull word. Anyone familiar with him could hear it. His voice sounded tired, but it also sounded like he was suppressing the fire.

Wang Siming shook his wine glass. There was jealousy in his eyes, but he was in a good mood.

“This idiot is in the limelight again… but fortunately, there’s also money to be made!”

A few follower who didn’t understand the situation quickly tried to suck up to Wang Yan.

“Young Master Wang is wise!”

“Wow, are we going to have a party tonight to celebrate?”

“The principal has a sharp eye. Congratulations on making a fortune. Give me a red packet!”

“Hahaha! I have them all, I have them all prepared!”

Young Master Wang was very generous whenever he earned money. He laughed loudly and called his underlings to do their work. “Someone, go and order two card counters!”

The few sensible underlings looked at each other.

Finally, the one closest to him reminded him with a bitter face, “Brother, you had bet six million on number two and number five, and eight million on Wang Yan. It was originally quite a lot of money to be earned, but now it’s a loss…”

⊙ O ⊙ !

What?

Wang Siming was definitely annoyed with Wang Yan, but he would not go against money.

Previously, he had judged that the ones with the highest win rate today were Milson, Wang Yan, and Xiao Heng.

They had even placed the greatest bet on Wang Yan because of their understanding of him.

Originally, they could have earned a small sum of money, around ten million.

But now…

Finally reacting, Young Master Wang flew into a rage. “F*ck! Huang Yixing!”

With the overall situation settled, the other seven families no longer saw any illusions. They truly began to face the reality of losing everything.

“I’m willing to admit defeat and lose some money. I don’t care, but we can’t let people play us like this!”

“Right, let’s go settle the score with that b*stard!”

“Let’s go!”