Riding a Kawasaki H2 to chase the high-speed rail, the school beauty was moved to tears

Hearing the old gentleman say come in and sit down, Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment, then realized, there's something going on!

The decoration in the house is very simple, even simpler than Qinchuan's home. The sofa is an old-fashioned wooden sofa, the chairs and tables are made of bamboo, and the TV is still an old-fashioned big-head TV.

The entire living room is simple and there is almost nothing that can be related to the motorcycle.

To be honest, just by looking, Qin Chuan might not know that this old gentleman played motorcycles when he was young.

Qin Chuan sat down on the bamboo chair, while Xu Hong took the dishes to the kitchen to cook, ignoring him.

After a while, a pot of rice was served, and the two chatted while eating.

This was also the first time that Xu Hong and Qin Chuan took the initiative to race in advance.

"Young man, you are the only male in your family, why are you thinking of taking this path?"

"Dream"

Facing the old gentleman's question, Qin Chuan thought for a moment and blurted out.

Xu Hong's cooking is very good. The stir-fry is all meat dishes, including beef and mutton. It smells very fragrant when paired with two bowls of rice. Xu Hong handed Qin Chuan a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Qin Chuan took it without any pretense. .

"Dream? Haha, young man, if you want to be cool, just say it. Dreams don't work here. Besides, you may lose your life in racing. Are you willing to lose your life for your dream?"

Hearing the word "dream", Xu Hong coughed slightly and glanced at Qin Chuan with a cold expression.

Every young man would say the word "dream", and his ears almost became calluses when he heard it.

"I am willing."

To Xu Hong's expectation, Qin Chuan immediately replied solemnly.

Lost your life for your dream? Qin Chuan was already prepared when he accepted the mission. After all, when he went to the Isle of Man, it was almost a [-]-[-] split between life and death.

Rather than saying that Qin Chuan’s dream is to win the world championship, it is better to say that his dream is to use his hobbies to make his family live a good life.

Qin Chuan believed that he would not lose money by exchanging his life for money, not to mention that it would be even better if he could work hard for his childhood fantasy under such conditions.

If he is a rich second generation, he will not understand Qin Chuan's mentality, but if he is an ordinary person like Qin Chuan, he might understand.

Qin Chuan would never be able to make enough money just from the house in the Magic City in his lifetime. Without a system, he would have to pay back half a million yuan in ten years, plus support his sister's education.

The life of the poor is worthless, this is something Qin Chuan has understood since he was a child. The [-]% probability is already a good deal for Qin Chuan.

"Are you willing? Anyone can talk big. Racing is cruel and can kill people. If you die, your family will be cut off. Have you ever thought about these things?"

It seemed that Qin Chuan would answer so happily. After a long silence, Xu Hong's voice came over again, but this time the tone was no longer joking, and was slightly formal.

"I thought about it, I thought about it when I signed the liability release agreement on the track,"

After a series of interrogations, the two fell into silence. Xu Hong didn't ask any more questions, and Qin Chuan didn't know what to say.

After a moment, Xu Hong raised his head and looked at Qin Chuan again.

"Young man, come on, tell me what your dream is."

Xu Hong's attitude was obviously more serious this time, and he seemed to be a little moved.

After listening to Qin Chuan's dream, Xu Hong poured a glass of white wine from his own cup and tasted it carefully.

"You don't look like a poor guy. If I'm not mistaken, the car downstairs should be yours."

After hearing this, Qin Chuan realized that the other party had already known that the car belonged to him.

"My family used to be very poor, but after I got a car, my fortune improved and I made a small fortune."

Putting aside the matter of getting rich, Qin Chuan's dream seemed quite real to Xu Hong.

I want to use my hobby to bring a better life to my family, rather than the previous gimmicks of adding bricks and tiles to the racing career.

"how old are you?"

"19."

"You're a bit old, but it doesn't matter. Since Sun Yuan recommended you to come, there must be something he likes about you."

After eating and drinking, Xu Hong patted his thigh and stood up from the bamboo chair.

It should be done, Qin Chuan thought.

Just when Qin Chuan thought Xu Hong would agree to teach him, Xu Hong's next words almost made Qin Chuan spit out the food in his mouth.

"Have you eaten enough? If you have eaten, get out of here. You're a little kid. Why don't you play racing? Go to school."

Qin Chuan was confused. Grandma, why did you ask me those things before?

Before the meal was finished, Qin Chuan was kicked out of the house by Xu Hong.

With a "bang", the door closed, and this time Qin Chuan really had the urge to leave.

"Old sir, I really want to learn racing from you."

Inside the house, Xu Hong picked his ears when he heard Qin Chuan shouting outside.

"Son, since you have money, live a good life, touch less racing cars, and be careful about leaving your life on the track one day."

How could Xu Hong not understand the meaning behind Qin Chuan's words? This kid had a good idea and a good mentality, but he really couldn't bear to put such a young guy on the track.

Once the car is touched, it will not die, but it will cause injuries.

......

When night came, Xu Hong wanted to go out to eat, but as soon as the door opened, he saw Qin Chuan sitting on the stairs.

"You kid, are you so determined to give up?"

"Old sir, I really feel like I'm learning to race from you!"

Qin Chuan's tone was firm.

The two stared at each other for half a minute. Finally, Xu Hong sighed and waved to Qin Chuan, indicating that the other party should follow him.

Following Xu Hong to a side room in the house, Qin Chuan opened the door and saw furnishings that were completely different from those in the living room outside.

The wall is covered with helmets, leather jackets, gloves, and various riding equipment. Various prints, various styles and brands, and even medals, trophies, and certificates are all covered on the entire wall, but the most conspicuous one is is the center of the room.

Because there is also a racing car parked there. It is a real racing car that has been modified from a commercial car, without rearview mirrors.

Qin Chuan knows cars very well. This is a liter-class BMW S1000rr. Judging from the front of the car, it should be an old model. The style is quite old. There is also the racing number No. 73 printed on the front of the car.

The liter-class sports car and Qinchuan's Kawasaki h2 are of the same displacement level, both with a displacement of 1000cc.

The difference between this room and the living room outside is really big. It is said to be a bedroom, but there is not even a bed. It is more like a storage room for items.

"Senior, is 73 your racing number?"

Seeing the number on the front of the car, Qin Chuan was the first to break the calm.

"Yeah, but it's also my son's number."

Xu Hong nodded, his tone inexplicably sad.

Son's number?

Huan glanced around and Qin Chuan seemed to have guessed something.