Even though Zhao Yingjun's talent could be described as a natural-born racing prodigy, she had only touched a race car for the first time half an hour ago, so there was no way she could match up to others who had years of driving experience.
After a few more turns, the McLaren easily pulled a significant distance ahead of the Ferrari and then started to act out, slowing down to stay in front of the track, flaunting by blinking its turn signals left and right.
"Forget it."
Lin Xian consoled:
"Safety first, let's not compete with her. Honestly, despite her arrogance, her skill is really just so-so, relying purely on reckless courage. A crash is inevitable sooner or later."
"With your talent, just practice a little more for a couple of weeks, and she will definitely not be your competitor. You've just got into racing not long ago, and already being able to complete a drift is quite amazing. You really don't need to care so much about winning or losing."
