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Unfortunately, no one would let Zhao Yi get in the car without any safety measures in place.
In the end, Zhao Yi and Qiu Chengwen each donned a set of safety gear, the thick protective suits even covering their faces, and once they got into the car, there was really nothing to experience.
The flying car circled slowly in the air, and the ground operators even planned to fly at a speed not exceeding thirty miles per hour.
The whole process was like riding on a merry-go-round, ascending steadily into space and then descending just as safely, and as soon as the car landed, Zhao Yi quickly removed his helmet and complained, "It would have been more fun if you'd gone up yourself, that was too boring."
"That's exactly what I was thinking," Qiu Chengwen shook his head with some disappointment.
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.