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Chapter 420
Chapter 420:
As Khloe settled into the driver's seat, she turned to Tess with a calm expression and asked, “Tess, do you know
how to drive a racing car?”
Tess blinked in surprise, completely taken aback by the question.
Tess’s eyes widened, her mouth agape with incredulity, and astonishment was written all over her face. She
stared at Khloe and asked, “You can’t drive? But why did you agree to race with her?”
Her voice trembled slightly, and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.
Her heart pounded so hard that she felt it was about to jump out of her chest. At first, she thought Khloe was
confident. But now, she realized the situation was dire.
Khloe didn’t know how to drive but was about to race. Wouldn't both of them end up dead here? Would they die
like this? It seemed ridiculous!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, Khloe remained calm and composed. She patted Tess’s hand and said reassuringly, “Tess, don’t panic.
Just tellthe basic operations. Don’t worry. I'm a fast learner. | can master it in no time.”
Her expression remained unnervingly calm. Her steady gaze lacked even a hint of fear or hesitation, only
reassuring calmness. It was as if everything was under her control.
At this point, Tess had no other choice but to trust Khloe.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down and explained, “This is the accelerator. It controls the speed. The
harder you step on it, the faster the car runs. This one is the brakes, used to slow down or stop. Here is the
steering wheel, which controls the direction. The one over there is a gear shift. Different gears correspond to
different speeds and power outputs.”
Tess spoke rapidly, trying her best to tell Khloe everything she knew about racing cars, fearing that if she missed
anything, Khloe would kill both of them during the race.
Khloe’s focus was razor-sharp as she absorbed every word Tess frantically uttered. Her eyes moved swiftly,
examining each part Tess pointed out. She rested one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear
shift, feeling their texture and establishing a subtle connection with the race car.
If someone could see from Khloe’s perspective, they would find she wasn’t looking at the car's sleek dashboard
and physical controls but rather a mental overlay of data charts and statistics instead.
Khloe’s eyes appeared to look straight through the car's polished exterior. In her mind, the intricate layers of the
vehicle's internal structure unfolded, and she understood them directly.
Every component in her eyes seemed to disassemble into detailed data identification. The accelerator pedal’s
range corresponded to different power outputs, the brake system's feedback in brake force corresponded to the
precise pressure scales, and the steering wheel's turning angle linked to the car’s turning degree. Even the gear
shift transformed into a clear diagram of the transmission ratio.
Khloe sat quietly in the driver's seat, seemingly just familiarizing herself with the basic operations explained by
Tess. But in reality, she was rapidly constructing a complete logical framework for racing in her mind.
Her mind worked like a high-speed computer, quickly processing the newly acquired information and integrating
it with the scientific knowledge she already knew.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn just a few seconds, she had processed everything. At this moment, she heard Shelton start counting.
As Shelton’s countdown echoed across the track, Khloe's gaze sharpened. It was as if she were a leopard about
to pounce on her prey.
She took a deep breath, and her hands tightened around the steering wheel and gear shift, her grip firm yet
controlled. She placed her foot lightly on the accelerator, ready to start the car.
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