Chapter 333 Voluntarily Conceding Defeat

Tan Zheng's control over speed was second to none; no one else dared claim first place. As for Song Ni, while she earned Tan Zheng's approval on motorcycles, her skills with four wheels were still questionable. Her approach to speed was simple: floor the accelerator. The onlookers started screaming, knowing Tan Zheng was reckless during races, but unaware Song Ni was equally fearless. It was no wonder these two became a couple; their natures were strikingly similar. Both were passionate, both cherished their lives, and both lived life to the fullest. It was precisely this shared spirit that allowed them to understand and connect with each other so quickly. Tan Zheng knew Song Ni intimately and understood exactly how she would play this game. In a daze, he seemed to see the woman who had never touched a race car before, risking everything for him in a dangerous game of demolition derby against a professional racer. How could one determine a winner in demolition derby? The track was only so large, forcing opponents into inescapable situations on this limited ground, with no possibility of a head-on collision. Song Ni was clever. At first, she blindly pressed the accelerator, reveling in the thrill of impact. But after a few rounds, she realized it wasn't very meaningful. Tan Zheng always managed to maintain the right angle, ensuring that even in collisions, he never lost his advantage. When Song Ni grasped this, her emotions were hard to describe – a surge of competitive spirit, pride, and admiration. She knew clearly that Tan Zheng wasn't using his full strength, yet even so, he effortlessly controlled the situation, everything unfolding precisely as he predicted, according to his grand design. It was as if true power always lay in subtle influence, gradually tilting the scales in one's favor. Song Ni pondered this, yet with all her intelligence, she couldn't figure out Tan Zheng's advantage in the current scenario. It was at best a sixty-forty split, with her leading, or at most, fifty-fifty. What more needed to be understood? The mere fact that Tan Zheng's accelerator had never been fully pressed indicated he was being considerate of her. Song Ni engaged in a battle of wits and strategy with Tan Zheng. She strived to corner him, while he maintained a situation where he was at most fifty-fifty, never more than sixty-forty. This stalemate lasted for about five minutes. After five minutes, Song Ni finally understood that even in a simple game, if it involved racing, she could never defeat Tan Zheng. Because when it came to racing, Tan Zheng was a god. His observation skills, his judgment, his reaction time – they were beyond her capabilities. Even though Song Ni, due to her karate training, was not lacking in these areas, she still fell short when compared to a professional. Song Ni's expression softened, and she sighed in relief. There was reluctance, but no resentment. She had always known Tan Zheng was incredibly strong. Losing to him was not something to be ashamed of. In her own domain, Tan Zheng couldn't match her either. With this realization, the burning desire in Song Ni's heart to win somewhat subsided, and her foot eased off the accelerator. It was a matter of a single second, but the impact of that single second was immense. Tan Zheng expected Song Ni to continue her previous colliding strategy, but he never anticipated her easing off the accelerator at the last moment. The instant he realized it, he also released his foot. But human limits exist. Because Song Ni voluntarily eased off the accelerator, at the same angle and with Tan Zheng maintaining his speed, her car was struck and spun several times. Fortunately, the car was well-modified; it didn't flip but simply spun. It finally came to a halt after hitting the barrier. Song Ni had just opened her eyes, intending to look at the car next to her, when she heard a piercing screech of brakes. Immediately, she saw Tan Zheng alight, his face grim, and stride directly towards her. The man's strides were long, and within seconds, he reached Song Ni's car. The smile on Song Ni's lips froze for a moment as she saw Tan Zheng's expression. Tan Zheng's face was extremely displeased. He roughly opened the car door, then leaned in and unbuckled Song Ni's seatbelt. Freed from the restraint, Song Ni let out a comfortable sigh. Then, Tan Zheng began to feel her all over. "Does it hurt? Are you injured anywhere?" Song Ni looked at the overly worried Tan Zheng with some helplessness. "You're fully dressed, wearing your seatbelt, and nothing happened. How could I be injured?" Tan Zheng's expression remained taut. If he hadn't reacted just now when Song Ni eased off the accelerator and hadn't also eased up, he didn't know what the situation would be now. Seeing Song Ni still unconcerned, Tan Zheng's temper flared even more. "Do you know how dangerous what you just did was?" The man's expression was too grim, his voice too tense. Song Ni's smile faded, and she looked at Tan Zheng. Seeing the seriousness and tension in his eyes, she seriously considered the situation just moments ago. She wasn't foolish; she knew the inherent dangers of suddenly releasing the accelerator. But she also knew the car was modified, and on this track, it was impossible for it to flip. That's why she had done something so daring. She had even found it quite thrilling. Of course, Song Ni knew she couldn't say such things. From Tan Zheng's perspective, he had been terrified, and if something had gone wrong, and he had been the one to hit Song Ni, how could he live with himself? Song Ni also considered this. After a moment of silence, she reached out her hand to the man. "Hug me." Tan Zheng's tense emotions eased slightly when he saw Song Ni do this, and a flicker of helplessness crossed his eyes. But even though Song Ni admitted fault and acted coy, he still had to make her realize the danger of her actions. Tan Zheng didn't open his arms to pull Song Ni out but said, "Sweetheart, there can be no next time." Song Ni immediately nodded. "I knew it was you. I trusted you, that's why I did it." She willingly conceded. Song Ni's eyes were beautiful, moist, and dark. Looking at him so earnestly and with such unreserved trust, Tan Zheng couldn't remain unmoved. Tan Zheng sighed and finally pulled Song Ni out. When Song Ni stood on the side and watched other pairs compete, her feelings as an observer became even more intense. Visually, the game appeared more thrilling and dangerous. While inside the car, she hadn't realized it, but watching from the side, she now saw the significant impact even a slight deviation in angle or speed could cause. Song Ni now understood why Tan Zheng had been angry. Even if the car didn't flip, the impact could still injure the person inside. Tan Zheng stood beside Song Ni, watching, and his thoughts naturally followed hers. Even after carefully checking her condition after hugging her out of the car, Tan Zheng couldn't help but glance at Song Ni at this moment. Song Ni: .