Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

The short-track rally this time is a city invitational competition, and only some players who have participated in a few registered rallies will be invited to participate, and the extra places will depend on the recommendation willingness of each club.

The manager sent the invitation letter to Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch without saying a word.

"Will you go?" Lynch asked Zhong Yanzhai.

The running-in time between the two of them is still very short, it's only been three months, and it's too risky to participate as a team.

Zhong Yanzhai looked at Lynch, and Lynch was also looking at him. The moment his eyes met, Zhong Yanzhai made a final decision, "Let's go."

The edge of the city is the boundless sea, the sea water is not clear enough to support tourism, only a few residents of the city take a look at the sunset after dinner in the evening.

The yellowed sea brought the sand to the shore with the wind, and the salty sea breeze rushed to the tip of the nose. The empty sea looked very empty. Lynch sat on the embankment and took a deep breath.

The sea breeze blew up the hem of Zhong Yanzhai's T-shirt, and the setting sun shone on his face, with a touch of warmth and a slightly drunken lingering, Zhong Yanzhai did not speak, but stood silently behind Lynch.

Lynch bent his legs and leaned his hands back, "I'm a little flustered," he turned to look at Zhong Yanzhai, "What ranking do you think the two of us can get?"

Zhong Yanzhai looked at the blurred sea horizon, the sharp outline was dyed like an oil painting in the setting sun, he was silent for a while, and said: "Around the middle."

Lynch almost didn't crack, "Only in the middle?"

"I've seen the entry list," Zhong Yanzhai said objectively with his head down, "They are all very experienced drivers, and the middle stage is already an ideal result as I estimated."

Lynch: "..." I really don't have the slightest sense of cheating on the hero.

"Don't put too much burden on the results," Zhong Yanzhai rubbed the top of his head, and said calmly, "Enjoy the game."

Lynch's pupils dilated slightly, and a proud cool guy like Zhong Yanzhai would say such a weak word. Lynch was surprised, and suddenly wondered if Zhong Yanzhai saw his uneasiness, so he said such words words to comfort and enlighten him.

Thinking of this, Lynch raised his hand and grabbed Zhong Yanzhai's palm.

Zhong Yanzhai's hands are big, with slender knuckles and clean nails, which look like the hands of a pianist. Who would have thought that such a pair of gentle and clean hands could control the speed limit of human beings.

Lynch inserted his fingers into Zhong Yanzhai's, and clasped them lightly, "You're right, enjoy the game." Enjoy every moment with him.

The competition schedule was tight, Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai quickly packed their luggage and went to the participating cities with the team members to adapt to the city's climate in advance.

The northern cities get colder faster, and the temperature difference between day and night is large. Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai were still wearing T-shirts when they got on the plane in this city at noon, and they had to wear thin coats when they landed in the middle of the night.

Clutching his hands in his pockets, Lynch breathed a sigh of relief, "It feels like winter is coming soon."

"It's almost winter here in October," the manager said, "I heard that it's snowing on the mountains here."

Lynch paused, with a bad expression on his face, he couldn't run on the ski slopes, could he?

Snow tracks, especially snow mountains, are the most dangerous stages in the rally.

Rally itself has another name of "death race", and the snow mountain is the god of death in the rally.

You can rest assured about the results of the competition, but not your life.

To be honest, Lynch is not worried that something will happen to Zhong Yanzhai. Zhong Yanzhai is the hero and the pillar of the small world's luck. As long as the small world wants to continue to run, it will not trouble Zhong Yanzhai anyway.

Lynch was afraid that he would not be so lucky.

The alliance has lifted the life restriction, but it has not promised that Lynch will live a long life in each small world. He still has the possibility of accidental death, just like the plane crash when he left Di Lan.

Lynch's gloomy expression remained until he was in the hotel. When the manager took out two room cards to him and Zhong Yanzhai, Lynch woke up like a dream and subconsciously said, "I'll sleep separately from Xiao Zhong?"

"That's right," the manager was a little puzzled, "wouldn't it be good to sleep in two rooms?"

Lynch hesitated to speak, his expression was indescribable.

The manager with a ten-level wink immediately said, "Don't worry, our club is rich."

Lynch: "..." Who is worried about the club's financial situation?

Zhong Yanzhai had already drawn out one of the room cards, and said to the manager, "We sleep together."

"Ah?" The manager blushed slightly, "I, I'm not very convenient."

Zhong Yanzhai didn't bother to talk to him, and said to Lynch, "Let's go."

Manager: "..." So it wasn't about him.

After a second of embarrassment, the manager held up his room card and followed, "Xiao Zhong, I booked a room with a double bed!"

Not only was Lynch not disgusted with things like the big bed room, but he was also very used to it. The manager left after confirming that there was no problem. This time, he finally winked and closed the door for them considerately.

It seems that Xiao Zhong and Xiao Lin get along really well. The manager is happy to see the harmony between the two, and when he closes the door, he feels happy, and for some reason, there is a little snigger on the corner of his mouth.

Lynch heaved a sigh of relief, threw off his backpack, and fell directly on the big bed, muttering, "Snow Mountain...can't be so cruel."

"Since the track is set here on purpose, there is no reason not to take advantage of the special terrain here," Zhong Yanzhai picked up Lynch's backpack thrown on the ground and put it on the sofa, and put his own backpack there, crossing his hands and looking down at his eyes Godless Lynch, "Are you scared?"

Lynch glanced at him, nodded honestly, "I'm afraid."

Lynch's style has always been wanton and free. The word "fear" has never appeared in his life. If he was afraid, he would not choose racing.

"Why?" Zhong Yanzhai said.

The glaring light from the chandelier above his head pierced his eyelashes, Lynch blinked, "I can't tell, I don't know, anyway, I'm afraid of death all of a sudden," he took a deep breath, his chest heaving slowly, "I don't want it to end like this." Even if it was a doomed parting, I wanted to delay it until the last second.

The prodigal son is a bird.

They fly freely.

One day, a line suddenly appeared on his foot, and he was suddenly afraid that he would fly too high, and he would not be able to see the other end of the line when he looked back.

Zhong Yanzhai caught the line.

Lynch was immersed in the self-guessing of "I'm going to die, I'm going to die", when Zhong Yanzhai who suddenly leaned over and hugged him suddenly coughed violently, "Damn it, you murdered your husband!"

Zhong Yanzhai kissed his side neck, silently hugged Lynch tightly, and reduced the blackening value to 10% by the way.

Lynch was stunned. Sure enough, an honest child has candy to eat. He just confessed his fear of death. Is Zhong Yanzhai so happy?

Lynch patted Zhong Yanzhai on the shoulder.

The two didn't speak, just hugged quietly.

What broke the warmth and tranquility was a series of loud grunts in Lynch's stomach. Like hiccups, it was completely uncontrollable after the beginning.

Lynch: "..." Very touched, but very hungry.

Half an hour later, the takeaway arrived. Lynch rubbed his hands and ate the barbecue. The grilled pork belly was wrapped in tin foil and carefully uncovered. He took a bite of the burnt yellow roasted pork belly with chili noodles, and he was so happy that he almost didn't shed tears. After licking off a bunch, the iced cola was handed to Lynch in good time. Lynch took a sip, it was so spicy With a 'ha' sound, "Cool——"

Zhong Yanzhai ate kebabs cross-legged, and glanced at him. The person who just said in a daze that he was afraid of death had gone somewhere.

As a powerful young man, Lynch has a good appetite, and can continue to indulge in the joy of barbecue, eating a little bit driftingly, he raised his leg and put his foot on Zhong Yanzhai's lap.

Zhong Yanzhai turned his face back, Lynch took a sip of Coke and raised his eyebrows at him.

Zhong Yanzhai bowed his head. Lynch was wearing white socks on his feet. He had been on the plane all afternoon, and it was night. In the middle is a little clean bronzed skin.

Lynch smoked another bunch, and suddenly said: "Yo, lamb kidney, I didn't order it, did you order it?"

Zhong Yanzhai didn't touch his mobile phone from the beginning to the end except for the payment. Regarding Lynch's frame, he took a sip of the cold beer in his hand, and said lightly: "Well, I ordered it, and I'll make it up for you."

Lynch kicked him lightly, with very malicious intentions, with neither force nor force, and his position was impartial.

The so-called full warm thinking xx.

My stomach was full, and the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was gradually turned up. It was so warm that it made my skin dry and itchy.

Lynch desperately needs nourishment.

Zhong Yanzhai was like an old monk in meditation, sipping his own beer without a sip, and he didn't seem to respond to Lynch's harassment.

Lin Qi rubbed the soles of his feet lightly, and said with a smile, "Brother, what kind of thing is making my feet hurt."

Zhong Yanzhai turned his head, it was obviously him who was drinking, but Lynch, who drank Coke, seemed drunk, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were enthusiastically and boldly expressing the invitation.

Zhong Yanzhai covered Lynch's instep with his big hand.

Lynch put down the Coke, and there was a light knock between the aluminum cup and the glass tabletop.

The jeans were completely stripped off, leaving only a pair of neatly dressed white cotton socks. Lynch was treated roughly by Zhong Yanzhai for the first time in a long time.

After all, unlike the last time there were only two people in the training ground, the hotel also had many staff and managers accompanying the team. There were too many people talking, and they were afraid that the room service would reveal their secrets the next day if the bed was dirty. Lynch was pressed against the wall. , Lin Qi shuddered a little as his warm skin was pressed against the slightly cold wall, and he looked up with a look of crying.

One knee was lifted by the man's strong arm, the muscles undulated like waves in the movement, and the toes were deeply curled up in the restraint of white cotton socks.

Lynch's whole body tensed up, his chin was turned around, he opened his lips and stuck out the tip of his tongue, exchanging a sweaty kiss with Zhong Yanzhai.

"Tighten it up," Zhong Yanzhai kissed his hair, "Don't stain the carpet."

Lynch's lips hooked lazily, "I'll ride into the bathroom, is it okay for the head office?"

Every provocation by Lynch will always lead to another big battle. There is no scruple in the bathroom, and all traces will be washed away along the warm water, together with the saliva and other things they exchanged in their mouths.

The soles of his feet stepped on the slippery tiles, and it became difficult to stand still. Lynch had no choice but to grab the metal handrail of the bathroom glass door.

And Zhong Yanzhai was like the worst horse trainer, when Lynch was trembling and unsteady, he would be more ruthless and merciless.

Lynch is like a boat bumping up and down on the sea.

The huge waves beat the sky, shaking the boat, and the huge waves poured in from the cracks in the hull, riding the storm, whipping back and forth, and the water was about to submerge the boat.

Lynch hooked the armrest tightly, white waves flashed through his mind, and he was completely drowned in this joy.

I really want to live longer, live longer, and leave more slowly.