C913 Even If I Told You You Wouldn't Understand
C913 Even If I Told You You Wouldn't Understand
Yes, just like the public had seen, Stephen was very arrogant, but very few people knew that his pursuit of speed was almost sick. Whenever Elena told him that you were already very fast, he would always reply with this response — No, my dear Aunt Elena, I'm not fast enough, I've just learned how to drive.
In the suite, this sort of conversation was still going on.
"Esteemed Aunt Hailena, like I said, I am not Driver God." Stephen smiled at Elena. His eyes were filled with excitement and expectation as he said, "That person has appeared."
"You mean Ye Lingtian?" "Did you find him?"
Stephen recalled the scene where he met Ye Lingtian today and smiled, "Aunt Elena, to be exact, it was not found but encountered. Master is as mysterious as a totem from ancient times, we definitely won't be able to find him."
"No matter what, it's good as long as you see it." Elena patted Stephen's head and smiled, "Dear Stephen, I think your driving skills will definitely advance another level."
"I think I'll learn a lot from tomorrow's competition." Stephen thought of Ye Lingtian's superb driving skills, and his eyes were filled with worship, "At that time, aunty will know what the real Driver God is, and that's a realm that I might not be able to reach in my entire life. Of course, I'm trying my best to close the gap between me and him."
"You will." Elena turned around and looked at the time, a little tired. "Okay, Stephen, when it's time to rest, if you're in a very bad mental state, you won't be able to follow him closely on the field tomorrow, I think you'll have difficulty comprehending anything."
"Yes!" Stephen stood up. Seeing that Elena's steps were a bit heavy, he said, "Aunt Elena, have you still not found that person?"
"Stephen, it's not that easy to find a person. If we don't use the power of some organizations, then it's like looking for a needle in a haystack." "Besides, even with the help of some organisations, it's hard to find him. He's in the intelligence department, he knows how to hide himself, and this trip to China will be over by tomorrow. I think the mission given to me by Miss will be hard to complete."
"Aunty Elena, there's an ancient saying in China, 'the best is the best.' As long as you don't give up, you will definitely succeed." Stephen comforted Elena, thought for a while and said, "There's still a long time until the tournament. Why don't you stay in Hua Xia and continue searching. I'll leave the preparations to others."
"Forget it. I didn't have much hope in the first place." Elena shrugged her shoulders. "Even if Miss found Cannavaro, so what? "Stephen, you live in the mortal world, you will never know how terrifying the power hidden in the dark is. The end is already decided from the beginning, Miss and Cannavaro have no present and no future. From this, what's the point of Cannavaro seeing that pitiful child for the last time?"
The power of the dark? Stephen was stunned. "Aunt Elena, I don't understand your words. Can you tell me the whole story?"
"I don't think so, because the more I know, the more dangerous it is." Elena smiled gently at Stephen and said, "Alright, it's really late, rest now."
Stephen liked to get to the bottom of everything when it comes to racing cars, but it did not mean that he had to be clear about everything. Maybe some people would say Stephen Er, but since he was above average, not everyone could be called Driver God, even if it was just in the open.
The next day was clear and blue.
This was the first time in China that such a high quality open racing car competition was held. Even though the weather was very cold, countless fans still surrounded the Tianhai Bund Hotel so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
The top drivers would drive their cars from here to the starting point. When the lights came on, the mad chase would begin.
The news media were also very excited. They waited in the designated area for all the drivers to leave the hotel and asked some irrelevant questions. They were ready to go back and make a big fuss and try to get as many hits as possible.
Compared to the reporters, the fans were much simpler. They came here with their love for drivers, and even though these drivers wore sunglasses, the passionate fans could still tell which one was their idol, so they screamed incessantly.
Of course, there were also faces that they weren't familiar with. For example, that No. 2 contestant, from the hotel to getting into the black car, was as silent as a statue.
In comparison, Martin was much more likely to be the first to arrive. Stephen slowly walked out of the hotel. His thunderous applause almost broke the defense line set up by the police and security.
Driver God Martin. Stephen was now a top driver. This was his first time in Tianhai, but compared to his past, he was much more low-key today. He waved at his fans who shouted at him to stop, but all he did was wave at them.
Of course, most of these questions weren't really important, but towards the end of the interview, a reporter asked without a hint of emotion, "Dear Mr. Stephen, are you confident in your invitation to be the champion?"
With this said, the reporter was immediately despised by his peers.
Is there any difference between this and nonsense? Stephen was a well-deserved Driver God. As long as he could perform normally, there were no drivers on Earth who could pose a threat to him, especially in highway competitions. Stephen's speed at speeding was the best in the world. The most recent case was the road race held in the United States last year, where Stephen arrived at the finish line long before the second car was seen passing the finish line, a gap unprecedented in the history of open road racing.
Few people knew that Stephen's gaze was fixated on Ye Lingtian. He was too distracted from the beginning to answer the questions from the media, so he didn't even hear the last reporter's question.
The reporter blushed. Yes, he blushed. After asking the question, the poor guy wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. This question was too retarded.
"What did you just ask?" Seeing that the chattering reporters were quickly silenced, Stephen finally realized that he might not have heard the reporter's question clearly. He asked the reporter who asked the question with a bit of embarrassment.
"It's like this. I want to ask, how long does Mr. Stephen intend to lead the second place? Also, will you be able to break your own world record?" The reporter reacted very quickly and immediately switched posts.
"Mister, you didn't seem to be asking this question just now. I hope you can repeat the first question, otherwise I have the right to refuse your question. After all, this is the last question, I will soon get on the car." Even though Stephen didn't hear it clearly, he wasn't deaf. Compared to the question that was just asked, he was actually interested in the question that he didn't hear clearly.
The reporter was surprised for a moment, but he braced himself and said, "Dear Mr. Stephen, the question I just asked was, do you have the confidence to continue this invitation to compete?"
With that, the reporter moved the microphone to the side and added in a low voice, "Respected Mr. Stephen, I personally believe that you can do this. I believe that you can even set a new record."
Stephen looked at the No. 2 racing car, and the words that came out of his mouth, after so many years, once again caused the reporter to fall into a fog.
"Sir, I think that the final trophy will definitely belong to me. Perhaps I will be very lucky to have broken my own record, but remember, glory doesn't belong to me." Stephen took a deep breath and said loudly into the microphone, "In today's invitation competition, I am not Driver God, I am just a diligent student. I want to learn something from this invitation competition that will benefit me for the rest of my life."
With that said, all the reporters were stunned. They looked at each other as they could not understand Stephen's words.
Could there be someone stronger than Stephen in this invitation? No, no, no, Stephen just said that the trophy would definitely belong to him, but what could he learn from this invitation? He was already at the top of the driver's seat. Was he going to need to learn from other drivers?
"Stephen has become modest." A reporter suddenly reacted. He turned his head to the driver beside him and said, "I believe Stephen will have a brand-new peak in his career."
The others nodded in succession and looked at Stephen with eyes full of stars.
Wave after wave of fans turned their enthusiasm into physical strength as they fought back and forth against the lines of security guards and police officers.
After getting into his own car, Stephen rolled down the window and mouthed to Ye Lingtian, "Esteemed Master, please don't let me go. I want to see how big the gap is between you and me."
Ye Lingtian slightly smiled and made a gesture, implying that the gap between the two of us is larger than you think.
Stephen's expression changed, but he immediately smiled again: "I've been improving all these years."
Ye Lingtian did not comment.
With the protection of the police car, the car slowly drove towards the starting point. While waiting for the signal to start, Ye Lingtian opened the window and said to Stephen seriously, "Your confidence will be hit hard later. I hope you don't take it seriously.
Stephen obviously didn't understand Ye Lingtian's meaning as he asked doubtfully, "Are you that confident?"
Ye Lingtian started the car, took a long look at Stephen, and said in a deep voice, "Stephen, it's impossible to surpass or approach me, because when I drive, my driving skills are only a part of it, more is …"
Stephen frowned as he waited for the next part. Unexpectedly, he heard a sentence that was like this: "You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Watch carefully!"
Ye Lingtian closed the car window without any shame, looked towards the west meaningfully, and swore while gritting his teeth: "F * ck your grandmother, it's f * cking unfair that you guys are playing like this!"