Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

"Left one, mention."

Zhong Yanzhai shifted gears and accelerated according to Lynch's instructions, and the car body slid past like a sharp and beautiful shooting star. The helicopter broadcast live in the sky recorded this wonderful scene, and the front line was watching the live broadcast. The manager silently clenched his fist.

Zhong Yanzhai's car was steady and ruthless, and he was able to control Lynch's tightrope-walking reckless driving style. From this moment, the manager was sure that his original vision was correct.

Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch will become a pair of golden partners, invincible.

Several turns on the road were extremely beautiful, without any mistakes, the team staff in the lounge still did not dare to relax, and the atmosphere was tense and stagnant.

The picture finally entered the dirt road, and the dust was flying for a moment. The yellow dust cloud covered the blue car, because there were too many forks. If the pilot and the driver did not communicate properly, it was easy to drive the wrong way on the dirt road.

This is what the manager is most worried about. He has no doubt that Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch will sweep all the teams after running-in, but the running-in time between the two is too short, and the manager has no great hopes this time. , more to test the waters.

Don't make a mistake, the manager clasped his hands and prayed silently.

Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai in the car were far less nervous than the convoy watching the live broadcast. Lynch was still a little heart pounding when the car started, but gradually, he no longer cared about the things that made him tangled up. The one holding the steering wheel is Zhong Yanzhai. He has forgotten that he is a synthetic man, and he has forgotten his eternal role as a tool man. All his energy is focused on one thing - to drive a good car with Zhong Yanzhai .

When the spirit is highly concentrated, people will have a sense of lightness without external objects. Lynch's body naturally follows the drift and take-off of the racing car, as light and free as a bird.

The blue racing car successfully passed another timing point and entered the Panshan Highway. The manager couldn't help but let out a short exclamation: "Yes!"

Before he was happy for a while, the manager's expression froze again.

If you drive slowly on this winding mountain road, there is no problem. If you drive too fast and fly off the cliff, you will be smashed to pieces on the spot. This is a considerable test for the navigator's reaction speed, the driver's technical level, and the tacit understanding of the two people's judgments.

One turn after another, the manager was almost suffocated watching, the angle of view of the helicopter was slightly forward, and the picture showed a clean big bend of the winding mountain road.

The road surface is empty, and the side of the mountain is full of stone walls, and the bright red fence on the side outside the mountain plays a role that is almost equal to zero. Below is an empty abyss.

Suddenly, in the picture, a racing car like a blue water drop is speeding towards it, rushing through the big bend without slowing down, and the rear of the car drifts out in a powerful arc of whipping, almost rubbing against the guardrail and rushing out in the eyes of the naked eye up!

Zhong Yanzhai in the car was not nervous at all. His ears, hands and feet, and his energy were all devoted to Lynch's command and his own operations. He was not joking.

It would be the mercy of Buddha if he could really die with Lynch on the field.

He entrusts his life to Lynch, with fearless destruction, trust Lynch!

"Fuck!" The manager was about to collapse, how could there be such a scene that perfectly matched his presets for this group, the stimulation of stepping on a tightrope completely danced on his nerves, and everyone in the lounge had already stood up. up.

Maybe Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch who were driving didn't know, but what the team saw on the real-time timing screen was an astonishing number.

This number is a miracle and a myth for first-time tandem players.

If they can pass the test of death smoothly.

After passing the last corner, Zhong Yanzhai's beautiful braking caused a white mist on the snow, and the two quickly got out of the car.

After witnessing the scene of the two changing tires, the engineer couldn't help murmuring: "It's so tacit." It's almost like a person, they seem to know what the other is thinking.

This kind of tacit understanding is a winning weapon for racers and navigators, and Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch have mastered this weapon in just three months.

Restarted, the car drove into the snowy track, and the driving of the car became obviously heavier. Lynch gripped the road book tightly. He could feel his whole body sweating, and the sweat was sticky in his fingers, and his voice He became hoarse before he knew it, and said firmly: "The third from the left, 200 to 1, speed up."

The car blew across the snow like a hurricane, kicked up heavy snow, and slammed back on the roof of the car. Lynch's head clanged like hail.

The manager clapped his hands anxiously, slow down!Slower!Now this result can compete for the top five, don't worry, don't roll over, fuck!

In the picture is a continuous s-shaped curve to go downhill. The blue racing engine roared past, floated on the slippery snow, landed heavily, and the car body slid suddenly.

The manager has already called out - "Fuck!"

Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai in the car twisted their bodies at the same time, and Lynch reported the next paragraph in extreme tension—"Right 5, 4, 100, speed up!"

The blue racing car that slid out went against the track and made a drifting corner and returned to the track, and launched an impact on the next corner at a faster speed than before.

The manager froze like a stone statue, maintaining a squatting posture, staring at the blue racing car on the screen without blinking.

This can no longer be described only by racing, it is an art, the extreme art of dancing and provoking in front of death.

The perspective of the helicopter has been waiting at the terminal in advance.

Only the last lightning-shaped corner is missing.

It is also the easiest corner to overturn.

The closer he was to success, the tighter the string was. The manager felt like his whole body was on fire, and then a perfect blue lightning flashed on the screen.

Cornering at extreme speed, almost miraculous.

Lightning rushed across the finish line with a roar, and the stagnant air in the lounge exploded instantly!

Everyone hugged each other, cheered and cried, and looked at each other in disbelief in great surprise.

In the live broadcast screen, the camera position waiting at the finish took over from the helicopter. In the screen, two figures of the same height came down from the left and right of the blue racing car. They were wearing old-fashioned red and white racing suits, and there was no sponsor's advertisement on them. , clean and neat, a pale golden lightning flashed beside the pitch-black helmet, and the two took off their helmets tacitly at the same time, revealing two handsome faces with indifferent expressions on their faces. Shoulders, eyes collided for a moment.

The waiting media took a photo of that moment, which became a memorable photo of the gold partner in the rally, and also the only commemorative photo of the competition where they did not win the championship.

After all the vehicles arrived, according to the time statistics, Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai ranked second.

For this result, Lynch was both happy and disappointed. He was happy because it was much better than what he and Zhong Yanzhai had expected, and it was impressive enough as a debut. What was disappointed was... No.2, which seemed to be only as good as No.1. a step far.

While everyone was cheering, Lynch quietly walked out of the lounge.

Zhong Yanzhai followed immediately.

In an empty corner, Lynch said to Zhong Yanzhai in a low voice, "I'm sorry." A vague self-doubt crept into his heart, if... if Zhong Yanzhai's navigator was He Yao...

"I reject these three words," Zhong Yanzhai said directly, "We are one, and all achievements belong to the two of us."

Lynch was still a little sullen, Zhong Yanzhai rubbed his wet short hair, lowered his head to his ear, "The mid-term results are as expected."

Lynch raised his head, wondering whether to laugh or cry: "So you said that the middle part is No.2?" Sure enough, he was so proud that Ku Ge's character would never fall, and he said that he enjoyed the game. Fortunately, he thought Zhong Yanzhai was trying to comfort him on purpose. I was moved.

The corner of Zhong Yanzhai's mouth curled slightly, "Keep working hard and strive for progress."

Lynch knocked off the hand on his head, turned around and went back to the lounge, "Go away."

Zhong Yanzhai put his hands on his shoulders, hooked his neck, lowered his head and kissed his sweaty forehead, and stared deeply at Lynch as Lynch greeted him, "You and I imagined Just as good, and our game...better than expected."

Lynch stopped in his tracks.

"I wouldn't be back in the game without you."

——'The degree of blackening is cleared'.

"I want to keep running like this with you."

Lynch's heart seemed to be slowly filled with a ball of fluffy cotton candy, and he saw his little self in Zhong Yanzhai's affirmative eyes.

He can do it.

He believed in Zhong Yanzhai...and in himself.

Lynch nodded slowly, "Run down together."

Zhong Yanzhai smiled silently at him, and Lynch also smiled. It was as if eternity had been spent with a single smile in the same heart.

At the celebration banquet in the evening, Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch, as absolute dark horse newcomers, attracted the attention of the audience. Intention, cast an olive branch.

Soon, the other contestants found that this pair was a typical pair of boring and talkative. The driver stood quietly behind the navigator and listened to his navigator talking non-stop. Occasionally, the navigator cue As soon as he touched the driver, the driver nodded slightly to express his affirmation. Seeing that his navigator's wine glass was empty, he thoughtfully changed the wine glass for him.

Players: Pretty virtuous.

He Yao won No.7, the real middle class, and came to congratulate Zhong Yanzhai and Lynch, with eager faces, "You guys have been working together longer than us, and we will not necessarily lose when we meet next time."

"Okay, okay," Lynch drank a few more glasses, his face was a little red, and he said kindly to the hot-blooded He Yao, "Come on and catch up with our car exhaust."

He Yao laughed. Before he finished laughing, he saw a beautiful and tall young man approaching aggressively. The moment their eyes met, the expression on the young man's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly became reserved and indifferent. The pace also slowed down.

Mai Mai came over with a wine glass, and Lynch was on guard, thinking that he might splash him in the face.

Mai Mai cleared her throat, and said slowly to Lynch, "Would you like to introduce me?"

Lynch was full of question marks.

"He Yao," Zhong Yanzhai, who was silent at the side, suddenly said, "Wheat."

He Yao suddenly looked at Mai Mai, grinned, "Hi, I'm He Yao."

"Hello, I'm Xiaomai." Maimai stretched out his arm, held He Yao's palm, and quickly parted, glanced at Lin Qi, Lin Qi looked blank, Xiaomai snorted, and said to He Yao: "Yes Shall we talk over there?"

He Yao also didn't understand. He glanced at Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai. His navigator was unwell and had already returned to the hotel early. Zhong Yanzhai took a step forward to block He Yao's sight, and his eyes glanced at He Yao's face. , I almost wrote the word 'roll' on my face.

He Yao laughed, and said to Mai Mai: "Okay."

Lin Qi looked at the back of Mai Mai and He Yao leaving together, and suddenly there was a 'ding' in his mind, "Mai Mai..." He immediately stepped forward to save He Yao, but as soon as he lifted his foot, his collar was caught by Zhong Yan Zhai grabbed him, and Lynch turned around, "Stop making trouble, He Yao is no match for Maimai."

"Are you?" Zhong Yanzhai said slowly, "Or...do you want to fly together?"

Lynch trembled, "...No, I don't want to." He Yao, I'm sorry.

When the manager came out drunk from the toilet, he saw that "Friends of Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai" was having an inseparable kiss with another rising star racing driver He Yao in the corner. The circle is really a mess!