Chapter 741:
Alfred sought confirmation, somewhat uncertain about Christina’s motives: “Are you sure you want me to begin first?”
Christina rested against her vehicle and replied nonchalantly, “Absolutely.”
Alfred gave a shrug and said, “Since you’re so eager to tempt fate, I won’t stop you. I’ll go first. Hope that choice won’t haunt you.”
“Go ahead, then.” Christina’s mouth curved with a faint smirk as she motioned for him to begin.
Alfred cast her a glance for several moments before stepping toward the race car. He had initially feared she’d meddle with the vehicle, but then dismissed that thought—she lacked the expertise. No matter the scheme, he trusted his skill to prevail.
Once inside the cockpit, Alfred remained composed, awaiting the signal flare.
At the appearance of the green flash, he surged ahead at the prescribed pace. Having been the reigning champion for two years in the high-stakes race, Alfred already possessed refined mastery. He figured that to win this race, his highest performance wasn’t even necessary. Still, to minimize mishaps, he didn’t restrain his expertise.
Spectators locked onto the massive display, breath held as suspense mounted. Screech! The car came to a halt with grinding brakes, yet inertia carried it forward.
Moments later, the car ceased moving, its nose unsettlingly near the gasoline barrel.
“2.1 centimeters!” The official declared the outcome, and the crowd exploded in jubilation.
“Whoa! No wonder Alfred has been the reigning champion for two years! That was insane! He shattered his own benchmark!”
“Alfred’s a beast! That power and control are unreal!”
“That scared the life out of me! I was sure he’d hit the gasoline barrel. At this range, he’s outdone himself. Winning now won’t be easy for that woman.”
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Hearing the remarks, Chloe instinctively squeezed Eloise’s hand, anxiety tightening her grip. “What are we going to do? This distance is currently the shortest. Can Christina get even closer?”
Eloise gave a nervous shake of the head. “No idea.”
Nearby, Dylan silently curled his hand into a fist as he stared at the large screen. A wave of nerves rolled through him.
Precise calculations were necessary to predict the distance between the front of the car and the gasoline barrel after braking, as inertia carried the vehicle forward. Yet people weren’t machines. However sharp one’s mental math, full control of precision was impossible. After all, even machines could miscalculate. Davina shut her eyes and silently prayed for Christina.
“Getting closer than 2.1 centimeters—is that even possible?” Ralphy whispered anxiously, his brow creasing.
The next moment, Dylan and Elliott said in unison, “I believe in her.”
Once the words escaped, they exchanged a look and felt slightly awkward. Then their gazes returned to the screen.
Christina’s smile remained steady, her manner serene and undisturbed, devoid of any distress or hesitation.
Seeing Christina’s poised and tranquil attitude, they somehow believed she could succeed. Even so, they remained deeply apprehensive about any potential changes and could not shake off their worries.
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