speed and love

"It's quite early, Brother Shan." With a smile, Shen Zhou picked up his coat and walked towards him.

"It just happened to be early today." Qi Shan wiped the sweat off his face and stood up.

"I went up to the flag platform this morning and saw you two smiling like silly dogs, what's the reason?" Zhuang Lin walked over with a basketball in his hand, and looked at Qi Shan with a smile.

"Fucked." Shen Zhou said while holding Zhuang Lin's neck.

"I've eaten too much shit, I believe it." Shen Zhou didn't speak seriously, nine out of ten sentences were false, believe him tomorrow will be Chinese New Year.Zhuang Lin supported the ball with his index finger, turned it casually, and the basketball began to spin on his fingertips.

"Get lost." Shen Zhou let go of him, slapped the basketball away with one hand, glanced at Qi Shan, and said, "Today I have an appointment with someone, go and see."

Qi Shan squinted his eyes and thought for a while: "After finishing the matter, if there is still time, I will go."

"Baba, what do you do every day, you are so busy."

Qi Shan tilted his mouth and smiled: "Ba Ba earns money to support you."

"Fuck, then I will leave the rest of my life to you." Shen Zhou raised his eyes and smiled, "At ten o'clock in the evening, under the S108 National Highway Bridge."

Qi Shan made an OK gesture.

Shen Zhou walked away with Zhuang Lin in his arms, and he still didn't forget to turn his head and wink at him: "The old bridge is waiting for you in the wind and rain."

Then after school, Shen Zhou went home and wiped the motorcycle with oil, the whole body of the monster was almost shining.When he bought this car, he specially modified it. He removed the headlight in front of the car, and simplified the turn signals and tail lights.

So the car was not broken into pieces the last time it fell, it was thanks to this set of fighting boards.

His car looks big, but the material is light and tough, and it can be regarded as the best on the track.

After wiping the car, Shen Zhou put on a bomber jacket, zipped up to the chest, and after putting on the full face helmet, he felt like the Holy Light Warrior himself, so handsome that he exploded.

Strictly speaking, he has only been playing motorcycles for two years. Shen Zhou also knows that he competes with others, and most of them win with this handsome equipment.

Operating technology can only account for [-]% at most.

So he has always wanted to compete with various masters, such as Qi Shan.

From Qi Shan's eyes, he could see his love for motorcycles, but for some reason, he seemed to be resisting something, and there were many emotions that Shen Zhou didn't understand hidden in his expression.

So Shen Zhou planned to use today's opportunity to put his fists to good use, ask Qi Shan a few questions, and by the way, warm up for the obstacle course on Friday.

The young man who booked a car with him was a punk youth. The two met at a motorcycle salon in Jincheng before.

This young man is also a strange figure in the rich and handsome circle. He dropped out of school a few years ago and went to Xinjiang. He posted nude photos on his circle of friends every day, saying that he wanted to be one with nature and return to nature.

After saying this, as expected, within a month, he became a monk.

He was just like the real one, with dreadlocks, two big flower tattoos on his arms, and a string of Buddhist beads on his head when he was done.This shape is especially for burying a loved family. It is estimated that the Buddha wanted to beat someone when he saw it.

But when a person speaks, Taoism follows nature, what a bunch of metaphysics, and he also said that he can tell fortunes, and made a few nonsense with the horoscope of birth date.Whether the fortune-telling is accurate or not is another matter, but he has made many girls with this skill.

Shen Zhou always felt that he was too pretentious, and called him a monk directly and affectionately every day.

The monk brought his family and friends to the competition this time. Before the competition started, a group of them started to stand there and cheer.

The family deliberately pulled up a whole red banner, with a few big characters written on it: "Life is endless, wheels don't stop."

A group of people worked together to shout out the eight-character slogan, so neatly that they didn't even need to beat the beat.

Then Shen Zhou turned his head to look at himself.

Fang Xian and Zhuang Lin each stretched out a hand to form a heart shape above their heads.

Zhuang Lin blinked at him non-stop: "Brother Zhou, come on! Remember to go uphill when you turn a curve, downshift and come on. Come on!"

Fang Xian pointed to Monk's Agusta and said, "Hit him, you can hit him hard. If you don't love him, you're an anal."

The momentum here is completely low.

Shen Zhou put on his helmet silently.

This is really, I have already sighed when I heard the pipa, and I also heard that my teammates are pushing me blindly.

Tired.

After the monk also put on his helmet, the two looked at each other.

Shen Zhou tilted his head, looked under the old bridge, and then turned around again.

Qi Shan never came.

So he zipped up his jacket, started the fire, and was ready to rush forward at the referee's order.

Monk's Agusta is much smaller than his body, with a sharp streamlined rear wing and upward exhaust pipes. The entire body is as fast as a wind shuttle, rebellious as hell.

But as soon as the monk started to run, Shen Zhou could hear something was wrong.

Although the sound is loud, it is very weak.

As soon as I heard it, I knew it was only a three-cylinder car. It was probably a street fighter modified car.

It looks domineering, but it is actually a big vase.

Shen Zhou took a look at the road conditions. There was a straight road in front of him. Beside the road were tall and straight sycamore trees, lined up in two rows, like tall and straight soldiers.

This section of the prescribed track only needs to turn a corner in the middle, so there is no need for any skills at all, just run faster than anyone else in a straight line.

Since the crash last time, Shen Zhou has carefully studied the structure of his monster.

He found that as long as he shifted gears and stepped on the clutch when cornering, the speed of the car would slow down instantly.

So when cornering, he changed his coquettish position.

The group of people standing there were all stunned watching his actions, and those who held up the banners forgot that they still had something in their hands.

There is such a fucking operation? ! ! !

Fang Xian hugged Zhuang Linte excitedly, stood there and howled desperately: "What a fucking red chicken!"

Because Shen Zhou didn't step on the clutch at all, he just calculated the time and got stuck, kicked the ground with his feet, and pressed his body back hard.Then the tires kept slipping, a row of sparks came out, and the car staggered several meters to the side.

Everyone only saw a car speeding past in front of them, and rushed to the corner with a whoosh, the wheels slipped, and Shen Zhou's red monster drifted through the corner swiftly.

The monk glanced at him and mouthed a few words to him: "You are really wretched."

Shen Zhou ignored him, turned a hundred yards, went straight for hundreds of meters, and left him behind.

The monk caught up behind him, making small movements, trying to rub against the rear of his car.

Shen Zhou was so annoyed that he swayed from side to side, but then he got really annoyed and directly adjusted to 160 yards.

His car was straight-pipe, and at a hundred yards it was revving deafeningly. At 160 yards, the sound could no longer be described as shocking, it exploded directly.

Shen Zhou couldn't help howling, the veins on his neck bulged, he felt the adrenaline rushing upwards, and he felt an unparalleled pleasure.

The monk followed closely behind him, his voice completely muffled.

In the last 100 meters, Shen Zhou simply opened his arms, mentioned the highest gear, and rushed over with his eyes closed.

The referee blew his whistle and both stopped.

Shen Zhou took off his helmet, took a deep breath, cool!

The monk glanced at him, spit, got off the motorcycle, walked up to him, and said, "Fuck you. See you at the tournament tomorrow."

Shen Zhou saluted him proudly, with a smile on his face: "Please hello."

After speaking, he glanced and saw a person standing beside him.

With one hand in his pocket, Qi Shan waved at him: "Here it is."

He came over halfway through the game and stood by to watch.

Shen Zhou got off the motorcycle, walked over and touched his fist with him, raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Is it alright?"

"I can't see anything." Qi Shan pursed his lips and said.

"Yeah, you're still modest." Zhuang Lin put his arm on Shen Zhou's shoulder and said, "The three of us saw it last time, your speed is a few blocks ahead of my brother."

Qi Shan is simply a violent motorcycle, with sparks and lightning all the way.

"I just rode blindly for fun." Qi Shan rubbed his nose and said, "Can this be called a racing car?"

Uncle Qi Shan never let him play motorcycles very much. Last time he modified the Yamaha.

As a result, he was beaten up by his second uncle with a plastic mozzarella, the stool was smashed to pieces, and his back hurt for a week.The next day he continued delivering milk on his motorcycle.

The second uncle was a professional driver when he was young, but then he fell down the hillside in an accident and lost one leg.Since then, the second uncle has never touched a motorcycle again.

He saw that most of the motorcycle circles in Jincheng were young people with nothing to do, or young masters with a lot of money.

In his opinion, racing is nothing more than a recreational activity for a group of young people to have nothing to do and fight fiercely.

His second uncle never allowed him to watch Jincheng's annual tournament.

Qi Shan was not very interested either.

"Riding blindly?" Shen Zhou almost coughed, if you are riding blindly, then how blind we must be.

"That's right, I've never run a track before." Qi Shan raised his eyebrows disdainfully, "But I feel that's all there is to it, winning a game is as easy as playing."

Isn't racing just a game, as for playing it with your life?What's more, riding a motorcycle is something that he doesn't think has any skills. Does it need such a big fanfare to compete?

Shen Zhou is a person who regards racing as important as breathing. Hearing what he said, he naturally felt very upset.

No one can shake the position of the motorcycle in his heart. If it was Zhuang Lin who said this, he would have punched him directly just now.

The same thing, I regard it as a treasure, but others see it as worthless. This kind of psychological gap is the most uncomfortable.

Shen Zhou walked directly in front of Qi Shan, frowned, and exchanged a deep look with him.

The two of them were facing each other, and the distance was not more than an inch. Shen Zhou grabbed his collar with one hand, raised his chin to look at him, frowned and said, "Brother Shan, are you jumping a little bit?"

Qi Shan looked down at his hand, clicked his tongue, then gave him a hard wink: "Not convinced?"

Standing next to Zhuang Lin was a little confused. The two of them were not doing well in the morning, so why did the thunder strike the ground, and they suddenly turned on each other.