Chapter 125 Plan A, the famous autumn mountain bike god takes off again
Being gently held by Uehara Mika's little hands, it was like holding a piece of high-quality cheese.
Soft and warm.
"Takumi-chan!"
"Uh-huh……"
"From now on, can you please Takumi-chan to keep holding my hand and protecting me like this?"
"Plop, puff, puff, puff, puff..."
Fujiwara Takumi felt like he was about to suffocate.
"Um!"
"whee!"
Under the warm sun, Mikari Uehara smiled and made a stupid scissor hand gesture.
"Hoo ho!"
The TRUENO86, the dirtiest racing car in Akinayama (except Takeuchi's 85), has a "pop" feeling and flies away without a trace.
On Qiu Ming Mountain, there was a series of "wo grass" left behind, and the disbelief of the old man in the blue S15-Silvia car.
"I don't fucking believe it myself! Just one minute ago, Akina Yamamoto's god Fujiwara Takumi drove at an angle of more than 50 degrees. Do you believe it? Don't believe it, I don't fucking believe it either, but this is the fact!"
"I'm confused! Don't interrupt me, don't interrupt anyone! Listen to me, just a minute ago, Akinayama Car God, yes, Takumi from Fujiwara Tofu Shop, was driving, and the car was flying.
, the one with its own wings! Damn it, I didn’t lie, there are at least 50 people present who can testify!”
"Oh my god, why the hell did I forget to record the video, ah ah ah, I can't forgive myself!"
"hiss!"
With a sudden brake, the blue S15-Silvia quietly drove into a remote corner.
A middle-aged man was smoking a cigarette, squinting his eyes, with a look of disbelief on his face.
He looked at the front of the car and inspected the perfectly tuned suspension system and the racer-level tires designed to run downhill.
No problem!
It’s almost a perfect configuration, what’s going on?
"Haha, Mrs. Wen, I wanted to teach my son how to be a good man, but my son counter-educated me. How do you feel?"
Fujiwara Bunta's face was expressionless and he didn't even turn his head.
"It's you! Miyamoto, don't distract my son, he is focusing on Plan D right now."
Inside the blue sports car, Miyamoto Natsuki said with a smile: "It's just a gadget made by a few kids like Ryousuke. What professional racers need is professional practice and track. Congratulations, your son, you have achieved it."
"
"Huh..." Fujiwara Bunta blew out a big smoke ring.
"Back then, you didn't come to my club. Now, you want to prevent the even better Takumi from joining? Bunta, you better not become a public enemy of the island racing club, haha."
Fujiwara Buntaiko was unsurprised: "The way you ran just now, do you think a professional racing driver can run like that?"
"That's why you say your son is excellent! What, is it illegal to say he is excellent?"
"I won't stop him from pursuing a career path. But Miyamoto, give him some more time. I always feel...that kind of running method shouldn't come from people on earth."
Now, Miyamoto Natsuki was unhappy: "It's true that you feel embarrassed when your own son surpasses you, right? Hahahahaha, hahahaha..."
"It's still the same as before, smiling like a pig."
"Woo!" Fujiwara Bunta got in the car and drove away.
Sniff!
Fujiwara Tofu Shop.
Fujiwara Takumi smelled the palm of his left hand.
There is also a faint girly smell left by Mika Uehara.
It smells very good.
After calming down, Fujiwara Takumi began to completely admire Shopkeeper Lu's training for him.
If you haven't had special training at the Doomsday Chicken Base, you may not be able to improve your physical fitness even if you eat Zhutian Crispy Noodles.
That kind of quality surpasses that of a professional racing driver, is more terrifying and more advanced!
"What smells so good?"
Suddenly hearing his father's voice, Fujiwara Takumi felt as if his whole body was electrified, and he quickly put his left hand into his pocket.
"call!"
Fujiwara Bunta threw the car keys aside: "The girl in the passenger seat is pretty good."
Fujiwara Takumi's face turned red and he quickly ran away: "It's just an ordinary friendship."
Fujiwara Bunta: "Did I say something?"
Fujiwara Takumi trembled: "..."
Fujiwara Bunta poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and shook his head.
"This kid, I hope he won't be as slow as I was back then."
…
Fujiwara Takumi was lying on the bed, smelling his left hand and looking at the ceiling.
Thinking back to the tilted driving just now, my blood boils just thinking about it.
And at that moment, it seemed like it had the wings of God, and even... it felt like the whole car was about to fly.
"bite!"
The virtual panel of Zhutian Supermarket prompted that there was a private message from Shopkeeper Lu.
Fujiwara Takumi turned over and sat up with a "swish" and clicked on it.
"There is no doubt that what you felt just now is the prototype of the Wings of the God of Cars."
Wings of the Car God?
Fujiwara Takumi looked at these words and fell silent in excitement.
"Are you ready for the training camp?"
Fujiwara Takumi quickly replied: [Shopkeeper Lu, are you talking about Plan A?]
Lu, the number one shopkeeper in the world: [Yes.]
Fujiwara Takumi hesitated for a moment, and suddenly found that the Zhutian coins in his personal account had increased from 8,000 to 16,000.
Fujiwara Takumi: [Shopkeeper Lu, I think... I can do it.]
"bite!"
The virtual screen in front of me shows: [15,000 Heavenly Coins have been successfully deducted, and the mysterious training plan A has been successfully launched. Plan A has been fully cleared, and you will receive the super perfect car god’s wings as a gift, dear.]
Fujiwara Takumi: "..."
Is the consumption system of Zhutian Supermarket so sensitive? With a flash of consciousness, fees are deducted very quickly!
However, the feeling of letting the car fly is really great.
The temptation of the Wings of the God of Cars to Fujiwara Takumi is really too great!
"call out!"
A pink light circulated, and Fujiwara Takumi discovered that time and space had changed.
All around, there is a fluid and meaningless flow of time and space.
It seems as if everything is still, and also as if everything is flowing.
"Dizzied?" Lu Xiaolin suddenly appeared.
"Shopkeeper Lu...is...a little dizzy."
"Plan A, Stage 1, Desert of Endless Void."
Lu Xiaolin made a move, and Fujiwara Takumi appeared in front of 86 who was standing next to Fujiwara Tofu Shop.
"The desert of the endless void, the target mission, use the driving force of the car god to drive the car and complete the entire desert track. If you complete it, you will advance to the next level. If you are swallowed by the desert, you will be eliminated. As a reminder, after being eliminated, the registration fee for Plan A will have to be reset.
Pay."
Fujiwara Takumi grinned: "Shopkeeper Lu, I will do my best."
Lu Xiaolin smiled: "The lingering fragrance of the girl on the left hand?"
Fujiwara Takumi looked around shyly.
Where are the cracks in the ground? Where are the shelters?
Lu Xiaolin pursed his lips and smiled, waving his hand, and a pink light hovered in his palm.
"Mika Uehara's girly fragrance + heart-pounding fragrance is given to you for free, and it can last for 24 hours."
"Shh!"
A pink aura instantly enveloped Fujiwara Takumi, that was the smell of Uehara Mika.
Fujiwara Takumi scratched his head, not knowing how to describe his impression of the shopkeeper.
"Crack!"
Lu Xiaolin snapped his fingers, and the endless void instantly evolved into a desert track.
The sun is blazing and the wind is blowing the sand.
Fujiwara Takumi even doubted that his old-fashioned 86 could really run to the end?
"Do it yourself and get rid of all the high alkanes."
"ah?"
Fujiwara Takumi was stunned. He drained out all the gasoline. How could he still run?