"Jeez, kid, you talk tough!"
"What scene haven’t I seen, Brother? You think a greenhorn like you can scare me?"
"Whether we swap out this engine today or not, I’ll still school you first! Pleading won’t save you!"
"Tell me, how do you want to race?" Wang Hao grinned, not taking it seriously at all, "However you want to race, we can race. I’ve got time today, so I’ll just play along with you, hehe."
"Don’t get cocky!" Lan Qinglong sneered with a chuckle, "Be careful, or you might cry when you lose!"
With that, Lan Qinglong waved his hand and said, "Let’s go, guys, let’s show this punk what racing really is!"
"Hahaha! Great, man, it’s been such a long time since I’ve seen a scene !"
"Let’s go, let’s go, looks like Young Master Long is planning to use ’that’! This will be fun to watch!"
"Hahaha, definitely, that thing is fierce. Today we’ll see what this Wang Hao turns into!"
"Is he going to wet his pants from fright?"
"Not just that. Remember last time someone came here talking big to Young Master Long and ended up peeing himself? Haha!"
The group was chatting and heading upstairs, and Wang Hao was quite curious—what was going on?
Could it really be that scary? Were they gearing up for a verbal or a physical showdown?
Soon the group reached a small room on the second floor, and Lan Zihuang, following behind Wang Hao, was also visibly nervous. Although she didn’t know what they were about to compete in, judging from the conversation, it probably wasn’t anything pleasant.
But since she had brought Brother Hao today, if there was any danger, she decided to call it off.
While she was still pondering, they arrived at a small room on the second floor. As soon as Lan Zihuang entered, she was stunned.
It wasn’t that the room was frightening, but the mechanical setup and layout took her by surprise.
Two set-ups resembling car cockpits were in the center of the room, complete with brakes, steering wheels, and gear levers—indistinguishable from the real thing.
In front of these set-ups was a massive projection screen, surrounded by speakers, giving the whole room the feeling of an arcade...
"Comparing arcade machines?" Wang Hao was taken aback too. He looked around curiously and asked, "You’re not seriously telling me we’re going to play a racing video game, are you?"
Lan Qinglong tossed a headset to Wang Hao and said, "Country bumpkin, ever heard of VR?"
"VR?" Wang Hao caught the headset and immediately laughed, "I didn’t expect your equipment to be so advanced. You even have VR headsets."
VR, short for Virtual Reality, is a computer simulation system that can create and experience virtual worlds. It uses computers to generate a simulated environment—a multi-sensory, interactive 3D dynamic visual scene with physical behavior, immersing the user in that environment. Virtual reality technology includes simulated environments, perception, natural skills, and sensing devices; besides the visual perception generated by computer graphics, it also includes auditory, tactile, proprioceptive, and motor sensations, and even in some cases olfactory and gustatory senses.
In the past two years, the concept of virtual reality had been booming. Wang Hao had heard about it before Crossing, but had never had the chance to try it—encountering it now was indeed a surprise.
"I’ve spent over six million on this system, custom-made," said Lan Qinglong, unable to conceal his pride, "It’s not just the audiovisual effects; it also includes sensor vibrations and shakes of the racing equipment, even simulating scents and temperatures. You can choose any car, and you’ll get all the corresponding data. So what do you say? Dare to give it a try?"
"What’s there not to dare?" Wang Hao chuckled and put on the headset, suddenly plunged into darkness, then asked, "Tell me, how are we going to compete?"
"Let’s go for something thrilling," Lan Qinglong also put on a headset and said, "I have a professional level death track here; we’ll compete on that today!"
As soon as they heard this, the people around were all instantly excited!
"Awesome, it’s really that one! Hahahaha, how long has it been since anyone challenged Young Master Long to that?"
"That death track isn’t just vaguely scary; the last time I tried it, I threw up for three days!"
"Young Master Long is getting serious, huh? The death track, tsk tsk—"
Without knowing what Lan Qinglong described as the death track, Lan Zihuang wasn’t too worried about Wang Hao’s safety since it was just a game, so she didn’t object.
Of course, she was also quite curious...
Soon, the lights in the room went out, and the image started to brighten up, projected onto the large screen in front of Wang Hao and the others by the latest Sony VPL-VW300ES projector.
It was a seemingly ordinary race track, and the cars of Wang Hao and Lan Qinglong were prominently displayed on the screen.
Lan Qinglong had chosen a black and dragon-patterned Bugatti Veyron, its performance needs no further elaboration, with acceleration from 0 to 100 km/h in just 2.5 seconds.
Wang Hao, meanwhile, chose a white Lamborghini, his true love, as he was more familiar with it from regular use.
As convenient as it was for Wang Hao to choose that car, the onlookers behind burst into laughter!