Indeed, It Has to Be the Big Brother

Upon hearing this, Su Yang thought to himself, 'This woman is quite loyal.'

"Ranran, I appreciate the thought, but if the car has any problems, I'll pay for it myself. How could I let you cover it?" Su Yang said with a laugh.

"Oh, it's not necessary. This is my business to begin with. You two are doing me a favor. If the car gets bumped anywhere, I'll handle the compensation. There's no way I'm letting my helpers pay for it." Qin Su took a sip of tea and said.

"We'll talk about it later. The race hasn't started yet. Don't worry, I'll drive safe—nothing will go wrong." Su Yang also picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The three sat chatting for about ten minutes until they finished their tea. Then Hong Ran led the pair to the parking spots on the right side of the shop entrance.

Two incredibly cool Porsche 911s were parked side by side—one GT3 and one GT3 RS.

These two cars looked almost identical, since they're basically brothers. It's hard to tell them apart if you don't know the model well.

But for now, they were easy to distinguish. The GT3 had a blacked-out "Black Knight" color scheme with red rims, while the GT3 RS sported a black-and-white panda design. Even from the front, you could see the massive factory carbon-fiber rear wings sticking out from the back of both cars.

The wings were so huge and exaggerated that you could easily set dishes on them and use them as a dining table.

Although Su Yang already owned a 911 Turbo S from the same family, its wing compared to these two was like the difference between a first-grader and a college student.

Both cars in front of him were high-performance machines.

The GT3 RS in particular was the perfect car in the 911 lineup—unbeatable. While it couldn't match the Turbo S in straight-line acceleration, as the saying goes, "fast in the corners is truly fast." After all, this car wasn't designed for drag racing.

You might beat me in a straight line, but on a racetrack, sorry—you won't even see my taillights.

Both cars were equipped with a 4.0L naturally aspirated flat-six engine. The GT3 had a maximum output of 510 horsepower and a peak torque of 450 Nm.

The GT3 RS had a maximum output of 525 horsepower and a peak torque of 469 Nm, delivering its full power at 8,500 rpm.

The GT3 came with a 6-speed manual transmission—the traditional six-speed gearbox.

The GT3 RS was paired with a 7-speed PDK dual-clutch transmission. At high speeds, the car could generate up to 860 kilograms of downforce. Combined with 275 front and 335 rear wide tires, high-speed cornering was a breeze.

You could floor the gas pedal without even needing to brake—the car would stick to the road like it was flying. Of course, the driver's skill had to be good too.

In short, this was a true performance beast, a legendary sports car.

Su Yang stood in front of both cars, hands on his hips, admiring them. He especially liked the GT3 RS—the more he looked at it, the more he loved it. A smile crept across his lips.

Even though he already owned a 911, this car was something else. Just seeing it parked there was a pleasure in itself.

The emotional value that a combustion engine gives you is something an electric car can never offer. The moment you press the accelerator, thousands of precision parts in the entire car work together, burning fuel just for you in that instant. The roar of the engine, the split-second of gear shifting—only someone who truly loves gasoline cars can understand this feeling.

While modern electric cars are ridiculously fast, they still lack one crucial element—soul.

"Get in the car already! What are you staring at?" Qin Su said from beside him, having waited a full minute without seeing Su Yang move. She finally couldn't hold back and called out.

Su Yang shook his head and sighed, "These two cars are just too cool!"

"Do you like them? If you can help me beat He Peng this time, I'll give you a GT3 RS as a gift."

Su Yang turned to look at Qin Su and smiled, "No need. I'll buy this car myself!"

"Fair enough. As long as you win, I'll listen to whatever you say."

Su Yang held the two car keys in his hand and handed one to Qin Su. "Here. You drive one."

"Alright. Sister Hong, hang on to my car for now, okay? Don't go selling it behind my back," Qin Su said to Hong Ran jokingly.

Hong Ran rolled her eyes at her. "The moment you leave, I'll sell it!"

"Haha, I'm kidding. Time is tight, so we're off."

"Okay. I'll be there tomorrow to cheer you on."

"Got it. Bye."

The two pulled open the car doors and got in. Su Yang took the GT3 for now, mainly because Qin Su didn't know how to drive a manual.

Looking at the gear stick—something he hadn't seen in a while—he reached out and touched it.

When he got his driver's license, he learned on a manual. Even without any special skill reinforcement, that memory wouldn't fade.

Choosing the manual GT3 was also a test to see if his skills would be even more impressive with a stick shift.

He started the engine, and the roar of the motor echoed out.

Su Yang released the handbrake, pressed the clutch with his left foot, gripped the gear stick with his right hand, and shifted into first gear. He lightly tapped the accelerator, slowly released the clutch, and the car crept forward.

"I'm off, Sister Hong. See you tomorrow."

"Alright. Drive safe. Bye!" Hong Ran stood by the roadside, waving at them, watching the two cars drive away.

"This Su Yang is really handsome. It's been a long time since I've seen a guy this good-looking. Hmm, interesting."

Two Porsche 911 performance beasts roared onto the road, instantly drawing the attention of many passersby.

Especially the GT3 RS, which costs as much as 7 million yuan to register in China—a genuine supercar that makes even the Turbo S pale in comparison.

From Hong Ran’s dealership to the Magic City International Circuit was about 24 kilometers. Qin Su led the way, with Su Yang following slowly behind.

Over thirty minutes later, the two arrived inside the racetrack.

This circuit was roughly the same scale as the one in Haicheng—both were venues capable of hosting F1 events, so the grounds were vast, and the track lengths were similar.

The total length of the Haicheng International Circuit was 5.34 kilometers, while this one in Magic City was 5.45 kilometers, just slightly longer.

At the moment, apart from Su Yang, Qin Su, and a few staff members, there was no one else inside the racetrack.

He Peng had already given the green light, so Su Yang could drive freely today.

“Susu, isn’t He Peng coming?”

Qin Su shook her head. “He’s not coming. He knows this track very well; he’ll only show up tomorrow for the actual race.”

“Alright, forget about him then. I’ll start getting familiar with it.”

“Okay, go for it!” Qin Su clenched her fists to cheer Su Yang on.

Su Yang smiled, opened the car door, and got back inside. He then drove to the starting line. Under the staff’s operation, the lights at the starting point went out one by one.

When the last light went out, Su Yang sharply released the clutch and brake, floored the gas pedal, and the GT3 shot off like a rocket.

The moment it launched, he pressed the clutch again and quickly shifted up through the gears, reaching the highest gear in no time.

With a rumbling roar, Su Yang soon approached Turn 1.

The tachometer was now at 8,700 rpm. Su Yang timed it perfectly: his left foot pressed the clutch, his right hand swiftly downshifted.

Almost simultaneously, his right toe hit the brake while the ball of his right foot pivoted to the gas pedal to blip the throttle, matching the revs.

Whoosh!

At the instant of entering the turn, Su Yang quickly cranked the steering wheel and pulled the handbrake to lock the rear wheels.

The GT3 slid into the corner with a graceful drift arc.

But it didn’t end there. Right after entering, Su Yang immediately released the handbrake and counter-steered. The GT3 straightened out, and Su Yang quickly shifted up and floored the gas, surging forward.

The entire sequence was fluid and seamless—rev-matching downshifts truly belonged on a pure manual transmission.

“Whoa! So satisfying! Haha!” Su Yang hadn’t driven a manual car in a long time and was absolutely thrilled.

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In truth, given Su Yang’s actual skills, he didn’t really need to familiarize himself with the track. But He Peng was a professional after all, and Su Yang didn’t want to lose, so this time he had to take it seriously.

After one lap completed without going all out, his lap time was 1 minute 40 seconds.

But seeing this lap time, Qin Su was stunned. For context, He Peng’s best time was only 1 minute 37 seconds.

And at the moment, Su Yang was driving only the manual GT3. What would happen if he switched to the more ferocious GT3 RS?

Su Yang did a few more consecutive laps and returned to the starting point. He parked the car, opened the door, and looked at Qin Su in the distance, smiling: “Give me the keys to the RS, and I’ll give it a try.”

“Sure!” Qin Su picked up the car keys and quickly walked over to hand them to Su Yang.

Su Yang took the keys, got into the car, and said with a smile: “I’ll just do one lap in the RS to test it out.”

“Got it so quickly?”

Su Yang nodded. “Pretty much. The track isn’t that complex; I’ve got a feel for it.”

Hearing this, Qin Su was incredibly excited. She looked at Su Yang and said, “Good, I trust you. Go for it!”

“OK.”

Su Yang drove the car to the starting line and took the GT3 RS for another lap. Sure enough, the big brother was on another level—fiercer. The PDK gearbox shifted like butter, with zero jerkiness.

This lap, he still held back, but he effortlessly clocked 1 minute 37 seconds—absolutely insane.

After test-driving both cars, Su Yang ultimately decided to race He Peng in the GT3 RS.