football king

Driving, Mordred hummed a little tune, and arrived at the place in a short while.

There are many mountain roads in Spain, and many drag racing parties can easily find places.

And the place agreed with Mordred was a steep mountain not far from his home.

When I got out of the car, I found that my "coach" had arrived. Yes, he was the driving trainer who was angry last time --- Garcia.

In the beginning, this arrogant gentleman directly gave him an extra thousand dollars and threw it in front of him, telling him with his actions what it means to not eat food that comes when you don't eat it.

In the end, it was Mordred who was soft and stubborn, and got in touch with him.

Only now did he know that this boy was an F1 racing driver in a third-rate team. Of course, their privately formed team was purely for fun.

Of course, Garcia still has the strength, otherwise he would not be brought by Mendes to teach him how to train.

Mordred also paid him this thousand dollars because of the strength of this young man. This young man's strength is extraordinary.

Mordred has been in contact with him out of pity for his talents. Although it is only his one-sided hot face and cold ass, the relationship between the two has gradually improved.

He also learned that Garcia is still living in a slum, and his living environment is chaotic.

But the slums have the benefits of the slums, and the dirty smell there is generally not taken care of by Spain.

This is why Mordred came to Garcia today. Only a person like him who lives in a slum can punish those leech-like reporters.

So he does what he likes, doesn't Garcia like racing cars?Then let him drive until he is happy, and the matter will be done naturally.

Even if you want to disappear alone, it is not impossible in a place like a slum, this is the darkness of a place.

"Have you been waiting for me for a long time? Do you want to have a competition? I will use your car and you will use mine. If I win... how about you just agree to my request?" Mordred skillfully said Taking the cigarette out of his pocket, he pulled one out and put it to his mouth.

Garcia snorted coldly, and without being polite to Mordred, he opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

Garcia had already guessed that Mordred asked him out so late, and he had already made a decision to talk about something, and he agreed as long as he asked. Didn't expect this guy to play a roundabout way with him?See how he beats him before letting him talk.

If others don't know, doesn't he himself know?My own car is far inferior to the performance of this fine car.

Mordred didn't know that Mr. Tsundere wanted to help him at first. If he had known, he would never have brought up this bet.

It's a pity, does Mordred have the ability to predict.

The gamble has already begun.

Mordred was sitting in the car, and the fresh air on the mountain made his mind slowly calm down.

The car he is sitting in now is not an F1 racing car, including his car is just a sports car, not a racing car.

To some extent, the two of them are fair, but Garcia's car is assembled!Most of the parts are second hand, third hand or even more.

And his sports car was a Ferrari 955xx given to him by Chris. Although it is not an F1 car, it definitely has a top performance sports car.

In terms of speed, even an average car can't keep up with it, let alone a modified third-hand sports car he is driving now.

However, Mordred was not discouraged. The car was unexpectedly modified, and the engine was probably taken from an F1 car.

No one was a referee for them, and the two silently counted three, two one, and the two cars disappeared at the starting point in the blink of an eye like arrows flying off the string.

Garcia relied on the advantage of the car to take the lead, but after a few turns, Mordred unexpectedly caught up.

Now it was Garcia's turn to be surprised. No one knew better than him how far his car was from the Ferrari 955xx. Mordred's speed was already the limit. Although he was still accelerating, it was because of his skills and The small details slowly catch up.

And his carelessness at the beginning also gave Mordred time to catch up. He didn't think that car could compare with Ferrari.

When he was about to be overtaken, Garcia flicked his tail to block Mordred behind. As long as the mountain road is skilled enough, it is not easy to intercept a person.

But Mordred was like a ghost shadow, sticking persistently behind him, and he couldn't get rid of it.

But Mordred, who was intercepted behind, laughed instead. This kid is still too naive.

What's the use of intercepting him?This is not a competition of showmanship, but a competition of speed. If he really relies on the performance of Ferrari to force the distance between the two, even if he wants to catch up, he will have to work hard, but he chooses The most incorrect path.

How can he live up to his good intentions when people have released water like this?

Mordred looked at the turning ahead with a smirk on his face, stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and the veins on his hands were exposed, which did not match Mordred's white hands.

Garcia naturally noticed that Mordred was accelerating, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

"Does he want to die? At such a fast speed, he would accidentally fall off the cliff!" Garcia slapped his hand, hoping to seal his path, not only for victory, but also for his life.

But he hit the handle urgently, giving Mordred the best chance to overspeed.

Mordred slammed on the brakes, the rear wheels drew two black marks at the corner, and the rear of the car even protruded from the road, spinning on the edge.

Mordred didn't care, and kicked the accelerator again, passing Garcia in the inner lane. This drift can be said to be a textbook standard, but the danger inside is simply tingling.

Danger and benefit are always linked. Mordred's drift not only surpassed Garcia, but also broke Garcia's mentality.

In his opinion, wouldn't it be easy to win against Mordred with the best car?Even if his skills are better than his own, how much better can he be.

But this drift slapped him hard in the face, telling him that the gap between them was vastly different.

Garcia wanted to speed up, but how could Mordred let him pass.

The speed of swaying from side to side can be annoying, and Mordred is different from Garcia.

His car wants to compare the speed with Garcia, it is simply wishful thinking, he can only use all kinds of tricks to moles Garcia, unless he has no scruples to knock himself into the air, otherwise Garcia will never surpass him.

But will Garcia?He will not.

He just watched Mordred driving a car he was too familiar with, swaying left and right in front of him, but he just didn't dare to knock him into the air.

This mountain road is very steep, and when they have already climbed halfway up the hillside, once they are hit, they will only end in car crashes and death.

He just wanted to compare skills with Mordred, not to kill anyone.

When he was 'teaching' him to drive, Garcia discovered that his skills were far superior to him, and he was a little bit aggrieved at the time.

Why are these kids from rich families who are idle every day stronger than him, who touches cars every day?Just because of quality?Is it because of culture?

It wasn't until he got in touch with him slowly that he realized what kind of person Mordred was.

In his opinion, Mordred is even a bit of a nice guy, but he still hasn't changed his view that Mordred is better than him because of the car.

Garcia was a little depressed, and the last corner was about to arrive. If he wanted to pass Mordred, he could only use this turn to pass.

He plucked up his courage and planned to copy Mordred's operation just now, but he knew in his heart that this kind of micro-manipulation that tested technology.

Psychology must pass the test, and you can play with your life.

Just when he was about to step on the accelerator, he gave up.

He can't do that, risking his life?Oh, he can't afford it.

When the car reached the peak, Mordred opened the car door, and the cold wind blew in along the door, and Mordred closed the door directly.

He came out today wearing only a short sleeve!I'm freezing to death.

Garcia, who got off the car, saw this scene and couldn't help but roll his eyes. This kind of person can play with his life! ?I always feel highly of him.

And why do you feel uncomfortable all over after being won by this kind of person?

He opened the door, and the cold air poured into the car again.

Mordred was rubbing his hands together from the cold, his nose was a little red, and he looked at him blankly, Garcia closed the door in a strange way,

After reacting, he sat on the co-pilot and said coldly: "What conditions do you want me to promise you? Tell me."

Mordred has long been familiar with his soft-spoken and soft-hearted appearance, so he turned his head in thought, ennnn for a while, and then said with a smile: "I want to invest in you, and you should also understand that there is no powerful person behind the F1 car." Support, it will not succeed at all, I think you are very strong, so I want to invest in you, I believe you will bring me more glory, I wonder if you are willing?"

At the beginning, Garcia looked like "you have taken the wrong medicine", but he couldn't help but get gloomy when he heard it later.

"You are more capable than me, and you still want to invest in me? Is it fun to entertain me?" Garcia's sensitive nerves were touched. After losing to Mordred in this game, he had been in a bad mood. So, it is undoubtedly worse now.

Mordred had no choice but to become a psychiatrist, and enlightened the young man, "I am a football player, and I will drive an F1 car. Do you think I have so much time? And I have a shadow on the car, which is not unnecessary. , I rarely drive."

Garcia's dedication to racing is just like Mordred's dedication to football. He is very puzzled that he would give up racing because of football! ?What other psychological shadows, in Garcia's view, are all nonsense.

Mordred naturally found out what he was thinking, but the gentle expression just now was gone, "Of course, we can talk about the investment slowly until you are satisfied. But as a friend, I have one thing that is urgent. I want to discuss with you, do you want to listen?"

There was a fox-like light in Mordred's eyes.

The author has something to say:

Pipimei: Unexpectedly, I can not only play football, but also race cars!

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The late update today is purely delayed by playing the game..., the game has harmed the country, Your Majesty!