Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

The contestants arrived at the hotel one after another. As the competition date approached, the atmosphere became more and more tense. He Yao also came, met Lynch in the lobby, and extended his hand first, "I knew you would come .”

Lynch shook hands with him, "Have you found the navigator?"

He Yao nodded, "Actually, it's not as difficult as I imagined at first."

"That's right," Lynch smiled and let go, "See you on the field, I wish you good results."

"I won't necessarily lose to you this time."

"What do you mean by not necessarily? Talking like this will lose your momentum. Let me teach you. You should say that this time I will take revenge for the last 5 minutes and dump you a few streets."

He Yao smiled. Lynch always made him feel so funny. After a brief smile, he showed a little regret. If he could really form a partner with Lynch, he believed that they would become very good friends in the near future. The combination.

But it's not bad to be an opponent, He Yao patted Lynch's arm, "Come on."

Lynch gave him a thumbs up.

Back in the room, Lynch told Zhong Yanzhai about the meeting with He Yao, Zhong Yanzhai was not surprised, "He Yao is very popular among the new generation, one of the advertising sponsors of the sponsor this time, he is the spokesperson. "

"Ah?" Lynch squeezed Zhong Yanzhai, who was wearing shoes, cross-legged, and said enthusiastically, "What about you? Have you endorsed?"

With slender fingers passing through the shoelaces, Zhong Yanzhai looked up, "No."

Lynch gave a "huh" and smiled tremblingly on Zhong Yanzhai's shoulder, "Brother, you are too bad. I think my racing suit was full of stickers back then. I wish I could put advertisements on my underwear."

Zhong Yanzhai lowered his head and fastened his shoelaces, turned around and held Lynch down, and said slowly, "Let me see."

The two quarreled for a while, sweating all over their foreheads, and went to the bathroom to wash their faces. The mirror reflected two smiling faces full of youthful vitality. The infinite possibilities and longing for the future were written in the their faces.

Zhong Yanzhai put his hand on Lynch's shoulder, his eyes darkened, "There will be."

Lynch turned back, and the slender arms of the two of them formed a strong shoreline, "There will be bread," Lynch turned his face, water drops slipped from his forehead, his smile was warm and bright, "Love, Have it already."

Zhong Yanzhai felt very lucky.

Falling in love with Lynch is like doing it all over again, and falling in love with Lynch after doing it all over again is the luckiest thing.

Zhong Yanzhai stared at Lynch's smiling face, and said silently in his heart: Thank you Buddha for his mercy.

It will be the day when the road is ready, the track will be officially opened, and all the drivers will enter the track in batches to record the road sections. Second chance to run the track.

For the official competition, the experience of these two rough roads is very important, and it can even be said that 50% of the outcome has been determined in advance to some extent.

Whoever can be more detailed and sharp in the road survey, and produce a road book that is more suitable for the driver's driving habits, has already won half of the victory.

Putting on the racing suit, putting on the helmet, and sitting in the car that had been tested in advance, Lynch took a deep breath and glanced at Zhong Yanzhai beside him, "Are you ready?"

Zhong Yanzhai moved his eyeballs to the corners of his eyes, and a dark maroon light flashed by, "The preparations are complete."

Hands wearing racing gloves shifted gears and accelerators cleanly, and the dark blue racing car rushed towards the unknown track at high speed.

The track started with an ordinary road, and took several turns in a row. Zhong Yanzhai dictated the driving situation, and Lynch nervously took a pen and quickly wrote down the set simple letters.

Even if it is just a rough road, all drivers will not choose to slow down to see the road section clearly.

Everything must simulate the official racing field. If the speed of the car slows down, all the slopes, curves, and steering wheel steering will be deviated when driving, and the data reported by the driver will also have corresponding problems. It's going to go wrong.

So, it has to be fast.

The car almost flew off the ground and passed a corner, entering the dirt road. The high-speed tires splashed dust all over the sky. Lynch tried his best to maintain his balance and recorded the data when the track turned.

The driving experience on the dirt road is much worse than that on the road. The bumps are enough to make people's teeth tremble. Zhong Yanzhai's tone is still very flat. His calmness is engraved in his bones. A born racer.

The dirt road has more curves than the road, and the slope is very sharp. Even though the seat belt is firmly tied to the seat, Lynch can still feel a strong sense of weightlessness like riding a roller coaster.

A big slope climbed up, and then went down suddenly without slowing down. Lynch inevitably rushed up, clenched his pen tightly in his hand and grasped the record. The next slope was right in front of him, and he had no time to think about it. , can only regard himself as an emotionless machine.

The end of the dirt road joins the road again.

Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch did not feel relaxed.

This is the Panshan Highway.

On the other side of the road is the cliff, and a mistake in a corner is to be smashed to pieces.

What is even more frightening is that the road is the god of death - the snow road.

Lynch took a deep breath, his breathing was a little short, and Lynch's changing breathing was clearly heard in Zhong Yanzhai's headset. His spirit was highly concentrated on the track, and he couldn't be distracted at all. He forced himself to concentrate, A refueling point that appeared in front suddenly made a big bend and stopped the car.

The sudden stop made Lynch's tense emotions tightened, as if his voice broke after reaching the highest note, he took a few breaths and said, "Why did you stop?"

"You're nervous." Zhong Yanzhai said succinctly.

Lynch paused, and said awkwardly, "Is it so obvious?"

In fact, it's not obvious at all. In this kind of extreme sports, it's normal for breathing to be wrong, but Zhong Yanzhai knew that Lynch was nervous.

It was as if their hearts were tied together.

Outside the road is a patch of uneven clouds, dotted on the edge of lush cliffs, which is a rare natural beauty worth admiring, if not driving a high-speed racing car.

These beauties are most likely the tombstones where they were buried.

"Lynch," Zhong Yanzhai turned his face away, his voice came through the microphone, his voice was low and gentle, like the strings of a violin being gently plucked, "trust me."

Lynch's heart trembled slightly, and he felt an unprecedented sense of security.

What is he worrying about?

The person next to him was Zhong Yanzhai.

"Okay," Lynch exhaled slowly, "Start again."

Zhong Yanzhai turned his gaze back to the track again, "The preparations are complete."

After a terrifying right-angle turn that almost threw the car off the track, the tires fell into deep snow, Zhong Yanzhai immediately stepped on the brakes, "Change the tire."

As everyone expected, the end of the track is the snow track.

Lynch quickly got off the car, loosened the bolts, and turned on the lifting system to raise the racing car. Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch spent half a month together in the car park. The two cooperated tacitly and put on the special nail tires for ice and snow roads. When you stop, it takes 1 minute and 23 seconds to change the tire, which can be faster.

After changing the tires, the two got on the car and set off again.

The snowy road surface is very interesting in the rally. The racing cars pass through the snow, and sweep out the white mist and broken snow with the curves. risk of accident.

The probability of overturning in the snow is extremely high, and at this extreme speed, overturning means a 99% mortality rate.

For the sake of safety, some drivers will slow down on snowy roads, but most drivers will not do so. They choose rally, which means they choose to challenge the limit speed under extremely harsh conditions.

If you are afraid of death, you will not become a racing driver.

The blue car cut through the snow, and Lynch devoted himself to the record. He didn't react until the finish line, and said to Zhong Yanzhai, "It's over?"

"Well," Zhong Yanzhai was sweating a lot in his clothes after the high-intensity driving, "return after an hour's rest, and go on the road for the second time."

During the second road trip, the roles of Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch will be reversed.

Lynch will command and give feedback based on the road book recorded along the way. Zhong Yanzhai will no longer be distracted to think about the road section. Lynch, as the navigator, will take on his responsibilities, which is exactly the same as the official race.

Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai were resting in the tent at the finish line. The heater in the tent made Lynch's face red. He was carefully sorting out the road book he had just written and revising it based on his memories.

"I think there are a few corners where we can accelerate ahead." Lynch pointed to the road section for Zhong Yanzhai to see.

Zhong Yanzhai thought for a while, "Yes."

Lynch nodded, then frowned and continued to perfect the road book. His face that was always bright and unrestrained was so serious and serious at this moment. charm.

Lynch is glowing.

And it will shine brilliantly, Zhong Yanzhai thought to himself.

At the end of the break, the two of them rearranged and relaxed a lot on the return journey. The return journey has no reference significance for the official competition. What Lynch needs to do is to understand the terrain more deeply, revise the road book, and prepare for the second road trip .

The scenery is really beautiful. The towering and quiet snow-capped mountains and the verdant cliffs are just an accelerated distance. The change of scenery is amazing. This kind of extreme beauty is probably the beauty of a rally.

Back to the starting point, Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai took a short rest, and immediately engaged in the second road survey, which was basically smooth. Lynch's road book read the road completely according to Zhong Yanzhai's driving experience. The banquet started quite smoothly, and when it came to the finish line again, Lynch was relieved.

Their road trip was over, and they left the arena and returned to the hotel as required.

Lynch was very tired. After taking off his racing suit, he found that there were a few more bumps on his body. They were not serious, but a little sore. He twisted his back and turned his arms twice, frowned and said: " No, I still have to do physical fitness tonight."

Zhong Yanzhai also took off his racing suit. His skin was ivory white, exuding a little warmth. The scars on his body were more conspicuous than Lynch's, and there were several on his shoulders. He raised his hand and touched the back of Lynch's neck. "Take a shower first."

The two huddled together under the shower to take a bath. The competition was about to start. The two took semi-abstinence measures. In order to protect Lynch's body and conserve energy, the two even restrained the frequency of kissing. Lynch's head was bowed Then, Zhong Yanzhai poured shampoo on the top of his head, ran his fingers through his prickly short hair, and gently washed his hair.

Lynch lowered his head, half-closed his eyes, and quietly played the bell.

Zhong Yanzhai still washed his hair quietly.

Lynch took an inch, circled his palm, and slowly slid up.

Zhong Yanzhai washed his hair in silence, and suddenly grabbed his short hair and pulled Lin Qi under the shower head beside him. Eyes, "Fuck, what are you doing?"

Zhong Yanzhai raised his face along the back of Lynch's head with his palm, turned his face and sucked Lynch's slightly thick lips, "Damn it."