Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

After Lynch adapted to Zhong Yanzhai's driving style, it was Zhong Yanzhai's turn to adapt to Lynch. Rally races have a long journey and complex terrain, and it is impossible for drivers to keep all the road sections in mind. At this time, the role of the navigator is extremely important. important.

Each navigator will make a road book with a personal style, and according to his own road book, he can timely deliver road condition information to the driver, and even command the driver. The navigator is the eyes and brain of the driver. An excellent navigator can determine the victory of a race. burden.

In the sports of extreme racing, the difference is often such a small opportunity, and if you can seize this opportunity, you can win.

Lynch was actually a little confused.

Strictly speaking, this world should be regarded as a double hero.

After Lynch's death, Zhong Yanzhai will meet He Yao, a talented navigator who is truly equal to him. The two cooperate tacitly in the arena and are a "natural couple". It wasn't Lynch who was standing.

After Lynch's death last time, Zhong Yanzhai gave up on the racing car and didn't even have time to meet He Yao. The small world couldn't bear the distortion of the hero's world line and collapsed.

Lynch made a short road book in the yellow sand that they ran several times in the past few days and showed it to Zhong Yanzhai. Zhong Yanzhai turned it over and listened to Lynch explaining his language habits to him. In fact, Zhong Yanzhai never forgot Lynch's oral habit, after listening, he nodded.

Lynch said that his mouth was dry, he took a cup and drank some water, his legs crossed, "You are very familiar with Huangsha Short Road, these two days we flew out of town, Reshan opened a new training ground, very Not bad, just right."

"Okay," Zhong Yanzhai closed the road book, "listen to you."

Lynch held the cup, pointed his fingertips on the side of the cup crisply, tilted his head and said with a smile: "I have such an obedient boyfriend, so I don't have to worry too much."

Zhong Yanzhai didn't refute, and took a drink from the glass in his hand, thinking: It's too bad that he has such a disobedient boyfriend.

Lynch had been secretly looking at him from the corner of his eye, and seeing Zhong Yanzhai's mouth slightly raised through the transparent glass wall, he also smiled.

The two quickly packed their luggage, and boarded the plane together. Normally, the navigator took care of the driver's daily life, but when it was their turn, the situation was reversed. From the air ticket to the hotel, Zhong Yanzhai took care of everything. up.

After landing, Zhong Yanzhai took Lynch out through the VIP passage and said to him, "I called the hotel's car."

"I called a friend to pick it up." Lynch said.

Zhong Yanzhai pushed the luggage and said sharply, "What friend?"

Lynch raised three fingers of his left hand to make an oath, expressing his innocence, "the manager of the training ground."

Zhong Yanzhai didn't continue to interrogate, and took out his mobile phone to call to cancel the hotel car.

The bright red font on the big sign with pinyin and Chinese is particularly conspicuous among the crowd who pick up the airport.

"Qi-qi-bao-bai?" Zhong Yanzhai read each word, and glanced at Lynch behind him. Lynch raised his hand and swore, "I'll talk to him on the phone, really!"

Zhong Yanzhai turned his head and strode forward, not wanting to believe a word that Lynch said.

Lynch was also very wronged, what he said was the truth, and hurriedly followed with his luggage.

Zhong Yanzhai walked up to the sign, and Lynch followed closely behind, asking first, "Is it Boss Cheng?"

The sign moved to the side, revealing a dark and handsome face, Cheng Feng showed a big smile to Lynch, "Haha, Qiqi! It's you!"

Cheng Feng opened his arms to hug Lynch, but the sign in his hand was too big to hold, so he jumped on the spot holding the sign, "You don't remember me?!"

Lynch was already in a panic and asked to rescue the system, thinking that this could be the romantic debt that Lynch had incurred before, right?

"I'm your fan," Cheng Feng said anxiously, "You competed in Hanzhou in 17. When you got out of the car, you threw a glove and went out. I picked it up, and you even signed it for me."

Lynch slowly found out the image of this character from those two-dimensional plots, and suddenly realized: "It's you."

"No, when you called, I thought it must be you, there is no second Lynch to make an appointment with the training ground," Cheng Feng said while pulling Lynch's luggage, "Do you have a place to stay? Why don't you just stay with me, I also opened a resort, next to the training ground, it's all free, I guarantee you will be comfortable."

"Uh...it's okay, we've booked a hotel." Lynch put his hand on Zhong Yanzhai's shoulder, and said to Zhong Yanzhai, who had been neglected all this time, "Right, Xiao Zhong."

Cheng Feng seemed to have noticed that there was Zhong Yanzhai next to Lynch, and he glanced at Zhong Yanzhai, his eyes were definitely not friendly, "This is it?"

"My driver." Lynch said.

"Oh." Cheng Feng responded casually, and warmly said to Lynch, "Let me give you a chance, the resort is ready."

Lynch also debuted as a genius as a driver. When he was popular, there were countless fans. People would recognize him and ask for autographs when he walked on the street. Now, Lynch has long been unknown. It’s nice to have such a long-lasting fan not easy.

Lynch looked at Zhong Yanzhai, exerted some force on his arm, "Xiao Zhong?"

"You go," Zhong Yanzhai raised his hand and pulled Lynch's arm away, "I'll go back to the hotel."

"Then let's go." Cheng Feng pushed Lynch's luggage and went out. In one word, he urged Lynch and rushed the bell.

Lynch stood still, and said to Zhong Yanzhai, "Let's go together."

Zhong Yanzhai said: "The others picked you up, not me."

"Are you a family member?" Lynch said casually.

Zhong Yanzhai glanced at him, his eyes flickered, his lips moved twice, "...forget it."

In the end, the two parted ways, Zhong Yanzhai went back to the hotel, and Lynch went to the resort for the banquet.

Cheng Feng is a real fan. He set up a table of good wine and good food, and invited a few local fans. Lynch was surrounded by a group of colorful people, and he was quite happy. He drank several glasses of wine, but he was not drunk, just in the mood It was very tall, and finally a group of people took a group photo together. Lynch stood in the middle, thumbs up with his hands in front of his chest, and he smiled broadly.

After the banquet, Lynch wanted to leave, and it was common to try every means to persuade him to stay, "Just stay here, there is a sauna upstairs, you can take a sauna, let off the smell of alcohol, get some sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow, you will be refreshed."

"No, I have to go back." Lynch's face flushed with drunkenness, but he still spoke sharply, "Xiao Zhong is waiting for me."

Cheng Feng glanced at his watch, "It's already ten o'clock, so he must be asleep."

"No, he will wait for me." Lynch said firmly.

Cheng Feng, a fan who couldn't hold back his idol, still asked his staff to drive and pack Lynch's luggage and send Lynch back to the hotel.

In the car, Cheng Feng and Lynch sat in the back seat together, and Cheng Feng said the truth, "When you were leaving, a group of us got together, and I drank a catty of white wine, and I felt very sad. Navigator, I really don't accept it, why should he? Is he worthy?"

Lynch could vaguely understand the psychology of his fans. He rolled down the window and let the night wind blow in. He said softly, "Maybe I'm not good enough for him."

"Damn nonsense!" Cheng Feng drank a lot, got anxious, jumped up on the seat, hit the roof of the car with a bang and hit his head.

"Boss, are you alright?" the employee driving the car asked anxiously.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Cheng Feng covered the top of his head, but became a little sober, and looked at Lynch who was leaning on the car window thinking, "It's not enough for you to be the navigator for him, is he Loeb or McCree? ah."

"I'm not that good." Lynch laughed.

"Fart," Cheng Feng patted his chest, "You are the most fucking awesome."

Things like fans really make people feel warm, Lynch smiled, "Thank you."

The hotel is not far from the resort. In order to facilitate the training, Zhong Yanzhai booked it closer to the training ground when booking, which was only about 20 minutes away by car.

Cheng Feng babbled rainbow farts about Lynch all the way, which made Lynch questionable. He thought his people were so powerful. He was a tool.

After parking, Lynch opened the door to get out of the car, Cheng Feng also wanted to get out of the car, but was blocked by Lynch, and said to the driver in front: "Send your boss back." He closed the door decisively, and said to Cheng Feng, "Thank you Whether it is as a driver or a navigator, I will work hard.”

Cheng Feng lay on the rolled-down car window, weeping against the wind in the dark night, "Baby Qiqi, I'm looking forward to seeing you at the stadium."

Lynch waved his hands gracefully, but was stunned when he turned around.

Zhong Yanzhai stood at the entrance of the hotel, wearing the casual clothes he wore on the plane during the day, with his hands in his pockets, watching him quietly.

Lynch happily stepped forward to hug his arm in three steps at a time, and couldn't help saying, "Honey, what are you waiting for me?"

The electric car of 'Didi' came, and the person in the blue coat spoke a dialect with a strong accent: "Boy, did you order takeaway?"

"It's me." Zhong Yanzhai reached out to take it.

Lynch scratched his face, "Oh, so it's waiting for takeaway."

Zhong Yanzhai didn't say a word, but lowered his head and took a sniff. He probably knew that Lynch had drunk a lot, so he turned and walked into the hotel. Lynch was hanging on his arm and walked forward, his footsteps were a little shaky. In fact, he was not very drunk. At most, he was a little drunk, but when he saw Zhong Yanzhai, he couldn't help but stick to him like a cartilage.

The room was on the eighth floor. Zhong Yanzhai dragged Lynch into the elevator. When the elevator door was about to close, someone shouted, "Wait—"

Zhong Yanzhai pressed the open button, and the visitor quickly stepped into the elevator, smiled at Zhong Yanzhai, "Thank you."

Zhong Yanzhai nodded.

The man glanced at Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch who was holding his arm, and suddenly said, "Are you Zhong Yanzhai?"

"Yeah." Zhong Yanzhai said, and didn't mean to ask the other party's identity.

"Hi, my name is He Yao," the other party enthusiastically blew himself up and held out his hand, "I'm also a racing driver."

Lynch raised his head in alarm when he heard these two words, and what caught his eyes was a handsome face. He Yao looked gentle and handsome, and he even wore a pair of glasses. At first glance, he looked very bookish, like Like a college professor, not a racing driver at all.

Lynch rushed ahead of Zhong Yanzhai and held He Yao's hand, "Hi, I'm Lynch, his navigator."

He Yao froze for a moment, Lynch's hand was hot and strong due to the alcohol, he glanced at Lynch's blushing face, smiled and said, "Hi, nice to meet you."

The elevator stopped with a 'ding', and He Yao turned his face to look outside, surprised and said: "What a coincidence, you also live on the eighth floor, how much do you live in?"

The hands held by the two were pushed away by Zhong Yanzhai. Zhong Yanzhai took Lynch's clothes and took a step forward and got out of the elevator. He turned his head and said coldly to He Yao who followed out of the elevator: "With you Nothing to do."