Now that they had arrived at the racing event, they hoped that Lin Yifan would continue to win the races and utterly defeat Qin Zikang, the villainous young master.

However, Yifan, the person in question, was not very confident.

It was his first time in an arcade, and the game parlor in his town only had "The King of Fighters" arcades, not these fancy racing arcade machines; hence, he had no experience whatsoever and didn't know if he could possibly out-race Qin Zikang, the experienced veteran.

But, one must always learn before practicing.

Yifan had a strong learning ability. Even if he lost a few rounds, it didn't matter; thus, the ultimate victory was an unknown.

After inserting Game Coins, the two began their linked contest.

Sitting in the "driver's seat," Yifan felt a bit of realism, which was virtually no different from a real car's "driver's seat."

There was a brake, an accelerator, but the automatic transmission handle was a bit fake, with only upshift and downshift.

After choosing their cars, the two of them began the race.

From the start, Qin Zikang accelerated furiously, intending to leave Yifan behind.

Yifan's mouth curled slightly in amusement, seemingly unconcerned; he pressed on the accelerator, closely following Qin Zikang, waiting for a chance to overtake him.

At the first turn, Yifan accelerated and drifted past Qin Zikang.

The crowd was amazed. The technique just now was very difficult to execute, and they had no idea how Yifan had managed it.

"Incredible, with such driving skills, he must be amazing in real life."

"I wonder if our idol regularly plays this game. If this is his first time, that's seriously impressive!"

Yifan's stunning maneuver shocked everyone present, earning their great admiration.

Qin Zikang ground his teeth. He hadn't expected Yifan to show him up early on, catching him completely off guard.

Afterward, he accelerated to catch up, refusing to let Yifan get away.

At the next turn, he played dirty, bumping Yifan's car off course, and then used the interference to safely and quickly navigate the turn.

Because of the collision, Yifan's car deviated from the track, and it took a few seconds for him to get back on course; by that time, Qin Zikang's car was already out of sight.

"So, that's how it's played, interesting!"

Yifan's mouth curled slightly again, unfazed by the minor collision.

He continued driving, methodically chasing after Qin Zikang.

If Qin Zikang was very skilled, then it should be pretty unlikely for him to catch up; but if Qin Zikang's skills were not that great, then he still had a sliver of a chance.

What would follow would depend on their performances.

Now leading the race by a significant margin, he, Qin Zikang, just needed to avoid any major mistakes to win.

So, Qin Zikang drove cautiously, trying to prevent any errors.

On the other hand, Yifan, trailing behind, didn't care for such caution; he wouldn't rely on Qing Zikang's mistake to win the race.

He planned to use steady progress to make his move.

So he accelerated wisely, trying to close the gap between them as much as possible.

Seeing Yifan's speed increasing and the distance between them shrinking, Qin Zikang was growing anxious.

If the situation continued like this, Qin Zikang was likely to be overtaken. This wasn't what he wanted, so he too abandoned caution, no longer holding back.

With increased speed came risks, which were inevitable; a misjudgment could possibly lead to an error; hence, the winner would all come down to individual driving skills.

Qin Zikang could drive, and his skills weren't too shabby, but normally he was driven by a private chauffeur and couldn't compare with someone like Yifan, who was a dedicated driver.

So soon, he made a mistake, the car skidded off the track, and hit the fence on both sides of the track.

Thus, Lin Yifan caught up a bit more.

Now, Lin Yifan could already see the silhouette of Qin Zikang's car, and believed it wouldn't be long before he could catch up and overtake.

Qin Zikang cursed inwardly, he had been too impatient, which led to the mistake that allowed Lin Yifan to catch up; now he really had to reflect on himself.

Halfway through, Lin Yifan had caught up with Qin Zikang; at that moment, he accelerated fiercely, ramming Qin Zikang's car, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Qin Zikang cursed under his breath, being rammed in the "rear" was very uncomfortable because it affected the handling, and it was easy to deviate from the track.

The most urgent thing was to speed up and shake off Lin Yifan.

However, after some time, he found he couldn't shake off Lin Yifan, but instead was constantly "bumped in the rear" by him, which was extremely frustrating.

"Damn it! You really think I have no way to deal with you?"

Furious, Qin Zikang stopped trying to speed up to shake off Lin Yifan, and instead blocked in front of him, preventing Lin Yifan from overtaking.

This move was a bit unsportsmanlike, but it wasn't a long-term solution; Lin Yifan had many ways to overtake him.

So at the next curve, Lin Yifan rammed him aside and took the lead.

Being overtaken once again, Qin Zikang became increasingly impatient; then, without any further regard for making mistakes, he stepped on the accelerator, chasing after Lin Yifan.

Lin Yifan's lips curled slightly; this approach was undoubtedly seeking his own demise; the track was not straight and with unknown turns ahead, Qin Zikang's excessive speed was destined to lead to a crash.

As a result, in less than a few seconds, Qin Zikang frequently ran off the track and crashed into the fence.

Seizing this opportunity, Lin Yifan accelerated, leaving the idiot Qin Zikang far behind.

The race was now more than halfway over, and after half a minute more of driving, they would reach the finish line and end the race.

Qin Zikang became more anxious by the second, as he could no longer see Lin Yifan's car.

A loss of composure was sure to mean failure; thus, for the latter half of the journey, Qin Zikang stumbled along, not caring how many times he hit the fence.

Half a minute later, Lin Yifan finished the race as expected, while Qin Zikang was still stumbling along behind.

With this round of PK settled, Qin Zikang had lost again.

This was Lin Yifan's first time playing, and yet the experienced Qin Zikang unexpectedly lost to him, which was really something.

"Alas! A single defeat means repeated defeats! It's going to be tough for Young Master Qin to win!"

"Idols will be idols. So impressive even in gaming, just too admirable."

The audience kept sighing, feeling a bit sorry for Qin Zikang.

Now, Qin Zikang's debt had increased by another ten billion, truly piling up debts upon debts.

On the other side, Zhou Jiajia and others were overjoyed; Lin Yifan truly lived up to being the man they admired the most, skilled in everything, simply too awesome.

"Yifan! You're amazing! I adore you to death." Zhou Jiajia came over and gave Lin Yifan a kiss, showing her true feelings.

"We feel the same!"

Su Qingqing and Xiao Fang couldn't hold back either, each kissing Lin Yifan.

This feeling of being surrounded and kissed by beauties was truly the envy of others.

Among them, the most dissatisfied person was Qin Zikang.

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