Putting away his phone, Zhang Jie leaned against a street lamp, hands in his pockets, waiting.
Looking at the custom car party in the distance, Zhang Jie had no interest at all; this level of car party was far inferior to the underground races he had participated in back in Detroit.
Ten minutes later, he heard the sound of tires rubbing against the ground, along with the roar of an engine.
Screech—hiss!!
A violent engine roar tore through the silence from afar, followed by the shriek of tires tearing at the pavement.
Everyone turned sharply, only to see a pitch-black nissan s15 drifting around a distant bend, its body almost scraping the ground, the edges of its wide-body kit gleaming coldly, and its massive rear wing trembling slightly at high speed.
The sound also caught the attention of the 'ghost fire' youths at the custom car party ahead; they all craned their necks to look in the direction of the sound.
These young people had gathered here for a custom car party specifically to show off their modified cars, bragging and flaunting to each other.
Now another car had arrived, and they were very curious: what kind of car was modified to be so aggressive?
Soon, two beams of light shot out from a distant bend.
Under the streetlights, a blue and yellow nissan s15 drifted directly from a distant bend, accelerating and charging towards Zhang Jie.
"What is that?"
"A Nissan?"
"Are you sure this is a Nissan?"
"Hey, hey… who is this guy?" the blonde GT-R owner muttered under his breath, his smug expression frozen.
He had just been showing off to his companions that his GT-R had been modified to 700 horsepower, but now his thunder had clearly been stolen.
This made him a bit annoyed, but the other driver's skill made him speechless; he wouldn't dare attempt such a drift.
The car was only a few hundred meters away, and it was still accelerating; Zhang Jie even heard the "whoosh—pshh!" sound of the turbocharger blow-off valve.
Because Zhang Jie's position was too conspicuous, directly under the street lamp, the other driver saw him from a distance.
As it approached him, it slowed down, turned the steering wheel, pulled the handbrake, and executed a perfect drift, stopping steadily in front of Zhang Jie. Zhang Jie could even reach out and open the left passenger door.
The modified car youths in the distance didn't dare to approach and talk, only watching from afar.
Thump… thump… puff puff puff… The Nissan idled with a low thrum like a muffled bass drum, with a lazy, bubbly sound when the turbo wasn't spooled up.
Then the car window lowered, revealing a face Zhang Jie knew well: Kang Sung-ho?
"Is that you?"
Looking at the familiar face, Zhang Jie, of course, knew who he was. He watched him smile lazily, a lollipop in his mouth.
Zhang Jie nodded and said, "Yes, it's me."
With that, he directly opened the left car door and got in.
"Aren't you going to let me experience the Shibuya vibe?" Zhang Jie said to the man in the car as he prepared to buckle his seatbelt.
Seeing Zhang Jie's nonchalant expression, the man's lips curved into a smile, "You said it. I hope you don't piss yourself later."
With that, he slammed his foot on the accelerator.
Damn it!
Screech—bang!
Han's left hand had already slapped down the lock button of the sequential gearbox.
Before he could even finish speaking, the man had already floored the accelerator, and the powerful G-force instantly pressed Zhang Jie back into the bucket seat.
I hadn't even buckled my seatbelt yet!
The S15's turbo blow-off valve let out a "whoosh—" sigh at idle, which was immediately cut short by a heel-toe maneuver.
The moment the tachometer needle trembled at 4000rpm, Han's right hand flicked the gear stick.
Clang!
Second gear engaged with a hard snap.
As the rear wheels rolled over the reflective white line after the rain, the LSD differential made the car's rear feel like it was tugged sideways by an invisible hand, and Zhang Jie's right shoulder slammed into the side bolster of the Recaro bucket seat.
Gaien Higashi-dori straight, accelerate, full throttle.
The SR20DET engine's roar transformed from a "rumble" to a "screech—ahh!" shriek, and the turbo pressure gauge needle slammed into 1.5 Bar.
Zhang Jie's head sank into the headrest, and the neon signs on both sides of his vision blurred into streaks of colored light.
Han's left hand completed the upshift 0.2 seconds before the redline, and the exhaust backfired three times with a "bang! bang! bang!", a loud sound, but unfortunately not very audible inside the car.
As they reached the sharp bend on Meiji-dori, the man sharply counter-steered, and the titanium alloy exhaust pipe sparked as it scraped against the guardrail.
Zhang Jie's knees pressed against the center console, and through the side window, he saw his distorted reflection, the tire smoke mixing with the road's reflection, creating an indescribable sense of raw power.
The insufficient throttle during a gear change caused a protesting "clunk" from the driveshaft, but Han resolved it with a left-foot brake, and the car carved a perfect outside-inside-outside arc.
"So exciting!"
Zhang Jie suddenly let out a strange cry. This was an experience he completely lacked when driving his own camaro. Although he could drift, achieving such an effortless and fluid cornering as this man did was still beyond him.
The man merely glanced at Zhang Jie with a hint of speechlessness, not saying a word.
It seemed this guy wasn't a stranger to riding in a street racer's car; he showed no fear at all, but rather some excitement.
It seemed that custom car culture was also very popular abroad.
Compared to the man's surprise, Zhang Jie was different.
His mind was full of thoughts: Sure enough, a master is a master. Compared to a rookie like himself, who had only learned for a few days, they were not on the same level at all.
Level 2 driving was still lacking a lot, but it didn't matter; he would soon advance to Level 3. Before long, his driving skills would improve significantly, although this would require a lot of practice time.
Time passed continuously, and the scenery outside both windows rushed backward. The road ahead went from curves to straights, then to curves and back to straights. The houses on both sides gradually became more numerous, and then Zhang Jie saw a row of tall buildings ahead.
"We've reached the destination," the man said, then sharply pulled the handbrake. Instantly, Zhang Jie smelled the burnt odor of red-hot Brembo calipers wafting in through the car window.
Screech—!
An extremely powerful inertia almost pressed Zhang Jie against the window; he could only support himself with his left arm to avoid looking so awkward.
The S15 came to a stable sideways stop in front of the warehouse's rolling door. Amidst the "thump… puff puff" sound of the engine idling, the passenger seatbelt finally retracted automatically, making a "zzz—" electric motor sound.
"Next time, buckle your seatbelt three hours in advance."
The man crunched the lollipop in his mouth, and shards of glass fell onto the Nismo shift knob with a faint click.
The carbon fiber air intake on the roof was still exhaling hot air, like a beast that had just torn open its prey.
It had to be said that the experience of this journey was indeed quite good. Sure enough, drifting himself and being driven by someone else were two completely different feelings. No wonder those girls loved riding in the passenger seat so much.
"A very good experience," Zhang Jie said, smiling at the man. Then he extended his right hand, "Let's get acquainted, Zhang Jie."
The man glanced at Zhang Jie, then at his outstretched right hand, and a slight smile played on his lips. Then he extended his own right hand, and it met Zhang Jie's.
"Han."
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