"He actually drove the last lap with his eyes closed!" "How is this possible!" Fang Chao froze the video feed, zoomed in, and pointed at Su Xuan’s eyes, his face a mask of utter shock. His coach, Han Shanchi, also frowned deeply, his fists clenching involuntarily. He was just as stunned. After only six laps, the man could drive the track with his eyes closed? This proved he had memorized the entire circuit down to the last detail. Moreover, it meant his control over speed and distance had reached a terrifying level. Yes, this was where Su Xuan had miscalculated. He had thought of using the Mercedes-Benz to familiarize himself with the track instead of his Koenigsegg, but he hadn’t anticipated that Fang Chao’s team would use high-definition, high-frame-rate cameras to record his every move, analyzing his technique—and even his facial expressions—frame by frame. This was professionalism at its peak. Or rather, Su Xuan hadn’t expected Fang Chao to have a top-tier professional coach like Han Shanchi on his side. Such analysis was standard in professional circles. "He memorized the track in just six laps!" Han Shanchi murmured, his voice tight. "His talent already far surpasses that of an average professional racer, not to mention his driving skills are formidable! Look closely again, Fang! From the start, his Mercedes-Benz never slowed down; he was even accelerating through the turns. Despite the Mercedes not having a very high top speed and the electronic stability program intervening, a professional could barely manage what he did... but he..." Han Shanchi suddenly trailed off. Fang Chao, however, was visibly agitated. "But he did it with his eyes closed, making professional racers pale in comparison! He’s good, very good. I admit it—I can’t beat him!" He was scared. He had lost his nerve before the race against Su Xuan had even begun. Furthermore, Su Xuan had only been driving a Mercedes-Benz van this time. If he had been in a supercar... Fang Chao, who had just boasted that he could beat Su Xuan with one hand, lowered his head and vigorously rubbed his face with both hands, looking every bit the defeated man. "Fang, I don’t like seeing you ," Han Shanchi said after a few minutes of silence. He took a deep breath and placed a hand on Fang Chao’s shoulder. "The race hasn’t even started, yet you’ve already lost your fighting spirit. Your mentality has collapsed. I must say, I’m disappointed in you." Fang Chao mumbled, "Coach, I’m going to call Cen Haonan right now and ask if he hired a professional driver. If he did, he broke the rules. We had an agreement not to let professional racers participate!" He suspected Su Xuan was a pro. "Sigh," Han Shanchi sighed. "You still have no will to compete against him." Fang Chao lifted his head. "Because I simply can’t beat him!" "You can always confirm his identity after the race," Han Shanchi said, shaking his head. "But you must race him. Competing against such a talented driver is a good thing for you, a rare opportunity to temper your skills. And it’s not a given that you’ll lose." A gleam flashed in Fang Chao’s eyes. "I have a chance to win?" "Yes," Han Shanchi confirmed. "Coach, please, tell me how!" "Give up racing at Xuanghe Racing Track. Choose a new venue to compete." Fang Chao’s mouth fell open slightly. "Of course!" Change to a new place, one that I’m familiar with but he isn’t! I might actually be able to win! Fang Chao thought for a moment and said, "Coach, what if I change the location of the race to Autumn Maple Mountain tomorrow? I’ve raced with friends there more than a dozen times. I could drive that route with my eyes closed!" "That’s feasible," Han Shanchi nodded. "Racing at Autumn Maple Mountain would nullify his advantage of having memorized the track, giving you a tremendous edge instead." There was one thing he left unsaid: Fang Chao was truly insidious. Changing the race location at the last minute, and to Autumn Maple Mountain of all places! The entire course was a winding, bumpy mountain road. If his opponent didn’t have time to switch to a car suited for mountain terrain and showed up in a supercar built for flat tracks, his defeat would be certain. "Coach, I’ll call the owner of Xuanghe Racing Track right now!" Fang Chao declared. "I’ll have him close for the day tomorrow, which will give me a reasonable excuse to change the race location. As for the excuse, he can tell the public..." "Just say..." Fang Chao was racking his brain for a plausible excuse for the closure. Otherwise, Cen Haonan would definitely suspect him of foul play. Just then, a clap of thunder echoed from outside the window. Heavy rain began to pour, hammering fiercely against the glass. Watching the raindrops streak down the pane, Fang Chao had a flash of inspiration. "We’ll say a sudden downpour caused a section of the track to collapse, forcing a closure for repairs. Hahaha, this is truly a gift from the heavens!" "Fang, with this torrential rain, the road surface on Autumn Maple Mountain will be in terrible condition tomorrow," Han Shanchi noted, the corners of his mouth curving up. "If you prepare in advance, you’ll have yet another advantage. Feeling confident you can beat him now?" Fang Chao’s lips curled into a matching smile. "Of course, I am!" he said, then added, "Coach, once I win this race, I’ll give you a share of the modified car shop’s equity!" The entire reason for his race against Cen Haonan was a conflict of interest. They both wanted to leverage their connections in the Supercar Association to open a supercar modification shop. "Hehe, then I’ll thank you in advance... Young Master Fang," the old and cunning Han Shanchi replied with a faint smile, even addressing him with the honorific. In the face of profit, what were professional ethics? Just empty words. Besides, he was long retired. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to secure a sizable retirement fund from Fang Chao? Following their conversation, Fang Chao called the owner of Xuanghe Racing Track and finalized their collusion. He also had his race car modified overnight, raising the chassis and replacing the tires with a set that offered better grip, making it more suitable for racing on mountain roads. He believed there was no longer any possibility of him losing. The next morning, Su Xuan stepped out of his room and stood under the long eaves, stretching languidly as he watched the pouring rain. "Aha! Another beautiful rainy day!" He had two things to do today. The first was to race for Cen Haonan. He had already familiarized himself with the track last night. Driving his Koenigsegg, it would be almost impossible to lose, especially since Cen Haonan had mentioned his opponent wasn’t a true professional racer. The second thing was the grand opening of Niu Dalei’s Shuxin Resort. He had received an Emperor Card from Niu Dalei, so it would be improper not to show up and offer his support. However, that would have to wait until the afternoon, as the race was scheduled for nine in the morning. "Su Xuan, time for breakfast!" Alice’s melodious voice called out from the dining room. A warm smile spread across Su Xuan’s face as he walked inside. He had no idea that Xuanghe Racing Track was closed for the day, with the official reason being that the torrential rain had caused a section of the track to collapse... The most update n0vels are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✦𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✦𝓷𝓮𝓽