Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Lynch was alive and kicking after two days of recuperation. He almost suspected that the system had given him a golden finger. To this, the system said, "Are you worthy?"

Lynch: ...Well, that is, he is born with strong physical fitness.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the acquired exercise.

As a former professional driver, Lynch has beautiful muscles all over his body.

Racing is physical work.

The Huangsha short-track training ground is the latest training ground recently opened. It simulates the desert terrain and is very popular with the drivers. This is where Lynch first met Zhong Yanzhai.

In the waiting room, Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai were changing clothes. Even if it was just for training, they had to be fully armed. The first was to simulate the weight of the actual competition, and the second was for safety. It is not uncommon for cars to overturn on the training ground. Specialized helmets and racing suits protect drivers well.

Zhong Yanzhai has a special closet for racing suits in this training ground. Once the key is opened, two identical dark blue racing suits hang quietly inside. The pitch-black helmet is placed on the partition under the racing suits. Gold lightning, the bottom is two pairs of racing shoes.

Everything comes in sets of doubles.

Lynch clasped his hands and said, "When did you prepare it? You didn't even measure the size for me. What if it doesn't fit?"

Zhong Yanzhai took one of them and threw it back, and Lynch quickly caught the heavy racing suit.

"When you were lying on the bed and pretending to be dead," Zhong Yanzhai squinted, "I already knew your size very well."

Lynch blushed, and Zhong Yanzhai stopped taking the shoes, his eyes were fixed on Lynch's face, with doubts visible to the naked eye, as if to say 'you will blush too'?

Lynch coughed lightly, put down his racing suit, turned around and took off his pants. Like Zhong Yanzhai, he was tall and slender, with long hands and feet, and a pair of slender and powerful legs under the black underwear slipped neatly into the two trouser legs of the racing suit. He stood up and began to take off his coat and shirt.

Zhong Yanzhai stared at him sideways, and did not look away after Lynch put on his racing suit.

Lynch was good-looking, with sharp eyes with casual gaze, straight nose bridge, slightly thicker lips than ordinary people, with a natural sensuality, and the breath of a bad boy pervaded his whole body.

This kind of unruly and freedom is tightly bound by a tight-fitting racing suit, and the contradiction is very attractive.

Zhong Yanzhai's throat was a little tight, he had to vent - on the runway.

The most important thing between the navigator and the driver is to establish a tacit understanding and trust.

Car racing is an extremely dangerous sport, especially in rally races. If you take a wrong step on dangerous terrain, car crashes and fatal accidents may occur.

Once a navigator sits on the co-pilot of a certain driver, it means giving his life to the driver. The navigator must trust the driver's strength, and the driver must also trust the pilot's instructions. The two complement each other , is a delicate balance.

So some people jokingly say that the relationship between the navigator and the driver is like a husband and wife.

Zhong Yanzhai said that it is not surprising that he went to find the navigator according to the standard of finding a wife.

Zhong Yanzhai has already driven this Huangsha short track three times alone. He has a strong memory talent, and three times is enough for him to remember all the details clearly for the short track.

"Are you ready?" Zhong Yanzhai said to Lynch, the co-pilot, through the headset built into his helmet.

"Ok." A lazy voice came through the headset, scratching Zhong Yanzhai's eardrums rustlingly. He raised his hand to press the goggles on his helmet, and gripped the steering wheel, "Sit still."

The blue racing car drove out at a high speed like a drop of water, and completed the acceleration in just a few seconds. The yellow sand rolled up by the tires hit the car body violently, making a sound like hailstones falling on the ground.

Lynch didn't say a word the whole time, and his expression was rare and serious.

In the arena, racing cars crossed quickly, and the sound of the roaring engine could still make people's temples jump straight even through the helmet.

too fast.

Such a speed, such stability - Zhong Yanzhai is really a genius.

The car returned to the starting point, Zhong Yanzhai stopped the car and asked Lynch, "How do you feel?"

Lynch chuckled, "Dude, don't let anyone other than me sit in your co-pilot, or he will be dazzled by you."

The sound of Zhong Yanzhai's breathing came through the headset at a constant speed. Without answering, he took off his helmet and shook his head, shaking the sweat from his hair.

Lynch also took off his helmet and relaxed his neck, "Driving two more sections? Let me be more familiar with your driving habits."

Zhong Yanzhai exhaled with his head raised, and said in a steady tone, "Are you infatuated with me?"

Sweat flowed down Zhong Yanzhai's sharp-edged side face into his neck, and was hidden in the tight racing suit. The rolling Adam's apple was looming. Looking at Lynch, he said again: "Are you infatuated with me?"

The tip of Lynch's tongue rolled in his lips, and lightly poked between his teeth. He moved forward and kissed Zhong Yanzhai's lips forcefully, "Handsome guy, come to my room tonight. I won't close the door."

Didn't wait until the evening.

Two hours later, the two sweaty men took off their heavy racing suits and eagerly kissed each other in the private bathroom of the locker room.

Speed ​​is the best aphrodisiac for men.

Muscles fought against each other vigorously, fingers pulled each other's short hair, and the smell of sweat mixed with hormones was intoxicating.

Zhong Yanzhai used brute force again, he couldn't be gentle with Lynch.

Lynch is a wild horse that runs freely in the woods. To tame such a horse, one must whip him hard with the thickest and longest whip, and let him remember who is riding it forever in pain. He, who gave him irresistible pleasure.

Lynch took a deep breath, his body muscles rose and fell like waves with his breath, he pulled Zhong Yanzhai's short hair and kissed him fiercely, sucking Zhong Yanzhai's tongue with such force that he wished to bite off, kissing fiercely It is the end of the crazy affair, with endless rhymes.

The single bathroom is not big, and two big men can only squeeze together to take a shower. Lynch leans on Zhong Yanzhai, with his slender arms on his shoulders. Zhong Yanzhai lathers him with soap in his hand. Lynch Panting for breath, he smiled and said, "Isn't it a bit late to pick up soap now?"

Zhong Yanzhai finished painting him quietly, and also applied some foam to his own hands, raised his eyes wetly, "Come?"

Lynch was smiling, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and he said lazily: "Come on, come, I am afraid of you?"

Afterwards, when Lynch climbed into the car, his legs trembled a little, and Zhong Yanzhai laughed at him with his eyes.

Lynch said, "What's the point of buying so many sets?"

"It's useless." Zhong Yanzhai took a cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke, "Your butt is too anxious."

"Fuck you... who is in a hurry..." Lynch muttered softly, smoking a cigarette in the pack and putting it on his mouth, he leaned towards Zhong Yanzhai who was in the driver's seat, with the cigarette holder facing the cigarette holder, After a short burst of fire, the person shrank back and put on his seat belt slowly. Half of the person slid back and said lazily, "A cigarette afterwards is better than a living god."

It was this kind of indifference at all times that made Zhong Yanzhai most angry. Zhong Yanzhai took a cigarette in his mouth, stepped on the accelerator, and accelerated too fast, which made Lynch, the co-pilot, choke and cough for a long time before he recovered , "I think you don't drive like this, it's quite steady."

"Smok your cigarette and stop talking nonsense."

"Okay, I don't care about you, who made you my landlord...Hey, landlord, I have slept with you a few times in the past two days, how much is the discount?"

Zhong Yanzhai stared at Lynch sharply from the corner of his eye while bending over, "I'm looking for you, okay?"

"That won't work," Lynch raised his head and clasped his hands, spraying smoke out of his mouth as he talked, raising a beautiful line from his chin to his neck, "Then I can't be sold, what a stain on our pure sex life ah."

Zhong Yanzhai really wanted to stuff Lynch's mouth with something, preferably so tight that he couldn't even vomit.

In the next few days, I will go to the car in the morning to run in, and go to the gym in the afternoon to exercise. For racers, it is necessary to maintain their weight and core muscle groups.

In the beginning, Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai each had their own personal trainers. Later, Zhong Yanzhai discovered that Lynch's coach was always looking at Lynch's chest, thighs, and certain parts, so he decisively squeezed Lynch away. Coach, he and Lynch practiced each other, so there was no need for a coach.

Lynch sat on the seat, held the lever with both hands, and slowly pulled the lever while taking a deep breath. When doing this movement, the back muscles contracted tightly, and the shoulder blade muscles exposed outside the black vest were beautiful and tight. It was Zhong Yanzhai's most appropriate description when he saw Lynch.

"Huh—" After twenty consecutive pulls, Lynch let go of his hand. His left arm suffered a small injury, which was not fatal. It was still very strong, but it was a little slow in subtle reactions, and it still felt a little numb after such a strenuous exercise. .

Lynch frowned and shook his hands.

Zhong Yanzhai put down the barbell, came over and grabbed Lynch's left hand without saying a word, bent the knuckles of his index finger and placed it on Lynch's big arm, and pressed it with a target, a tingling feeling spread through the skin into the muscles, Lynch couldn't help it for a while, and hummed a few times in a low voice.

Zhong Yanzhai pressed him for more than five minutes before Lin Qi felt that the numbness gradually eased, and he showed a sweaty and bright smile to Zhong Yanzhai, "Thank you, the workmanship is good."

"Practice less if you feel uncomfortable." Zhong Yanzhai changed his massage to kneading to relax Lynch's muscles.

Lynch sat very straight, his smile was still as casual as ever, "The more uncomfortable you are, the more you need to practice."

Zhong Yanzhai paused his hands, and glanced at Lynch lightly through his dark maroon eyelashes through thick eyelashes dripping with sweat. Perhaps he didn't realize how much emotion was hidden in his glance.

Lynch pretended to be heartless and didn't understand, and laughed and said: "Practice makes perfect, you see what we are doing now is getting better and better."

Zhong Yanzhai closed his eyes with a cold face, patted Lynch's shoulder hard, and spoke clearly: "—Get out."