Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 239 - 171: Leading from Start to Finish2

"Caught you!"

"It’s fine, catch if you can, even if you catch my weakness, this is no longer my soft spot."

Li Ang’s voice sounded quite calm, completely lacking the embarrassnt of being caught at his vulnerable point.

"Eh? How co... it feels a bit different than before?"

"What’s different?"

"It... looks tastier than before."

"Then you can try it, not only has the product’s packaging been upgraded, but the essence has also changed."

"Gurgle... Gurgle..."

Catina watched the bubbles rising in the fish tank, her gaze totally unfocused on them, these sounds made her want to cover her ears, yet she couldn’t help wanting to listen.

"Oh, my God! This is... just crazy..."

"Your sprint today was really fast, that speed, it’s simply unimaginable."

You could tell, Sheila was extrely satisfied with Li Ang’s performance in the race during the day.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Catina’s fingers were tapping on the keyboard, making a quite rhythmic sound.

The room Li Ang booked, costing over a thousand per night, naturally had good soundproofing. The fact that everything could be heard so clearly now, could only an one thing, they hadn’t closed the door.

After a while, once Li Ang had sent Sheila away, Catina’s work on the computer seed to be at the sa stage as it was at the beginning, which he found sowhat amusing.

"Were you playing with water again just now? Your fingers have almost turned white from soaking."

Li Ang said with a laugh, looking at Catina’s slightly pale fingers.

"Uh... Yes, a bit bored... just now."

Catina explained, stuttering a bit.

"Then you continue with your work, I won’t disturb you anymore. But also, don’t stay up too late, these things aren’t urgent, don’t put too much pressure on yourself."

Li Ang patted Catina’s head and then turned to go back to his room.

But soon, a figure also followed him in.

"What did you just give her to eat? I want so too..."

The next day’s race, Li Ang also decided to change tactics.

He wasn’t too satisfied with his performance on the first day, initially thinking his performance was about right, but unexpectedly, he still couldn’t lead the two teammates behind him.

Modesty is modesty, obedience to arrangents is obedience, but if the chance to participate in the Tour de France was lost, that would be truly embarrassing.

After seeing the performance of Li Ang’s team on the first day, the Solo Team felt much less pressure today, even having the leisure to whistle at them before the start.

The new Li Ang was indeed strong, but no matter how strong he was, the achievent of a single person hadn’t reached the level where one could turn the tide.

The race segnt of the second day officially began, and on the straight section ahead, the stream of bikes had almost filled the entire road, with everyone still riding in a solid matrix just like the day before.

Soon, they reached the first bend, where the team formations would line up in a long row, to ensure that everyone’s route was the shortest.

"Good heavens, what’s happening? Li Ang has left the team and moved to the outside track, is he perhaps planning to overtake on the bend?"

Originally, the comntator had been following the standard script, explaining things, as in the early stages of the race there weren’t too many highlights; it was usually about introducing the players’ information, the track information, etc.

But he hadn’t spoken two sentences when the scene he had just ntioned occurred.

Even the coach couldn’t help standing up. He didn’t understand what Li Ang was trying to do. Was he really, as the comntator said, attempting to overtake on the bend and break through?

Although overtaking on bends isn’t uncommon in races, those are usually small bends, and the timing wouldn’t be set to now.

This bend was sharp, and its length was quite significant. Li Ang’s choice to attack at this point could be said to be a considerable disadvantage.

But soon, everyone saw a crazy swinging silhouette overtaking the riders in front of him one by one on the outer track.

"Good heavens, Li Ang is like a sharp sword, directly piercing into the midst of the World Tour Racing Team ahead."

The comntator’s voice was full of excitent, not just because the audience loved such a fervent scene, but as a veteran comntator, he also often hoped for such exciting footage to appear.

Indeed, in so races, if everyone rides by the book and no one attacks, coaches might encourage riders to attempt a breakaway, attracting audience attention and making the race more exciting.

The Solo Team watched Li Ang overtaking them, surprised by his explosive power but still sowhat disdainful.

There was still more than a hundred kiloters to go, and wasting so much energy at the start would only make him less of a threat later on.

Soon, the World Tour Racing cyclists ahead also noticed Li Ang. Naturally, they wouldn’t let him break through the group so easily.

So, as the bend ended, a rider imdiately changed lanes, blocking Li Ang’s path.

In the eyes of most knowledgeable people, Li Ang’s move was quite a loss, the effort he expended was disproportionate to the outco gained.

But Li Ang didn’t care, continuously launching attacks wherever he saw an opening, seizing every opportunity to dash forward.

Frequent attacks not only drained Li Ang’s energy but also that of the riders constantly defending against him.