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In fact, Mo Yanji’s subtext should be like this——

Bold and evil, don't look down on others!This kind of thing is nothing compared to the light work of the leader!

But others couldn't understand the level of Mo's leader's language. For example, the young man who was drinking water at the side immediately sprayed Qixi on Mo Yanji's face uncontrollably.

"Pfft—hahahaha..."

"No... I'm sorry, this child has been like this since he was a child. Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji..." Mo Fei hurriedly took out a tissue to wipe Mo Yanji's face while explaining.

The boy wiped the corner of his mouth, and stared at Mo Yanji with big cat eyes, "Little devil, do you think you are more than enough to deal with these guys on the field?"

For not apologizing for spraying his face with a frothy drink just now, Mo Yanji has already included this cat-eyed kid in the ranks of "human scum", and now he actually calls himself a "little devil"... According to the history of this world, he has at least He is a thousand years old, yet he is called a "little devil" by a boy who has not yet reached the crown...

"Why, you think I'm not good enough?" Mo Yanji turned his eyes and looked at him sideways.

"Yeah." The young man glanced at him lightly, and answered without hesitation.

So there is the following development -

"This is a 50cc racing car for newcomers to practice. It uses a continuously variable transmission engine and a 1:1 steering wheel. Although the speed cannot be compared with the engine used in the competition, the safety problem is greatly reduced. I came here to practice. The parents of the child are very relieved. Sir, how long do you want your child to practice? We charge [-] yuan an hour here, and an additional [-] yuan will be charged if you want to borrow the racing suit."

The situation is beyond Mo Fei's control.He remembered that his son was not interested in anything since he was a child. Either the Chinese teacher praised him as a genius in ancient poetry, or the math teacher hated iron for being weak, but Mo Yanji was indifferent whether it was praise or criticism.The expression didn't change at all, but this time, Mo Fei clearly saw a different look across his face.

He gritted his teeth, turned his back and flipped through his wallet, took a deep breath and smiled at Mo Yanji, "Yanji, how long do you want to play?"

"do not know."

"Do you like driving?"

"do not know."

"It will cost you a lot of money?" Suddenly, Mo Yanji turned his head.

"Ah... as long as you like it, you like it. Dad still has money for playing once, so you don't have to worry, hehe." Mo Feifei did physical work at a very young age, and his skin was slightly tanned.Although he is no longer the youthful boy he was then, the 27-year-old still smiles shyly like a child, but the firm light in his eyes has precipitated the condensed time.

"Yeah." Mo Yanji took off his peaked cap, and the warm air blew through his forehead hair, slightly blurring his eyes.He came to the blue-eyed man, "Hey, would you like to make a bet with me, if I control this thing to your satisfaction, you will pay all the expenses for today; if you are not satisfied after half an hour... ..."

"If we are not satisfied, what can you do? We don't want money, and we don't need you to pester us for anything in return. Brat, this has been an unfair deal from the beginning." The boy intercepted.

"Yanji, don't..." Mo Fei hadn't finished speaking.In the next second, I felt a pair of delicate little hands gently patting the back of my rough hands, with a reassuring force in their warmth.

How many years... have I not been gently comforted by such hands, telling myself that everything will pass.

When Mo Fei was in a daze, Mo Yanji took Mo Fei's mobile phone and dialed 110—"Hey, is this the police station for catching villains? This is the XX race track, and a father and son are cheating here... Yes, one is about 20 Many years old, one is a child, yes, they will return here in about an hour, yes, then I will trouble you to catch people at that time. Well, thank you."

Pressing the disconnect button, under the amazed gaze of several other people, Mo Yan said, "If you are not satisfied, we will have to spend the night in prison."

"Hahahaha... kid, I bet with you!" The young man laughed, and stared at Mo Yanji closely with bright eyes. He was like a star who was born to be brilliant, flamboyant and arrogant.

The man with blue eyes stared at Mo Fei thoughtfully, "Are you the father of this child?"

"Ah... um."

"You...you look very young."

"Probably because I have a baby face." Regarding his own situation, Mo Fei didn't want to explain further.

"Your son is very assertive."

"Well, he... is very sensible." Speaking of his son, Mo Fei smiled gratifiedly, showing a pair of lovely dimples to the man.

"He wants to bet, do you agree?"

"Oh, I don't quite agree," he said, "but I trust him."

Putting on the helmet, Mo Yanji felt that his breathing was heavy. Fortunately, he practiced martial arts in his previous life, so he was able to get used to it quickly.

Go-karts are commonly known as go-karts. The cars are too small, and people can hardly move once they get into them.He had seen those four-wheeled monsters on the street, and knew that as long as people sat in, held the round steering wheel tightly, and stepped on a few things in turn, the car would start moving, but this four-wheeled monster seemed to be a little different.

His line of sight lowered with the car body, the track in front of him gradually enlarged, the sound of the engines all over the field seemed to be close to his ears, and he could pedal two pedals by stretching his legs—brake and accelerator, besides these, he was able to control The only thing in this car is the steering wheel in front of it.At first glance, it seems to be much simpler than ordinary four-wheeled monsters, but when the engine is started, the whole car is like boiling!

"You just sit like this and don't move, I will push you into the track from behind. At that turn, you raise your hand to signal, and you can officially enter the track and run with other vehicles." The administrator explained, while Running behind the cart, "Step on the gas pedal! Go!"

After the run-up, the administrator let go of his hand.

Could it be that Mo Yanji watched nervously as Mo Yanji's car started running slowly, and then slowly, slowly...stopped? !

"You are stepping on the brake! No, no, you are stepping on the gas pedal on the right!"

The administrator corrected Mo Yanji's low-level mistake with a wry smile.The other three people watching from the side had different expressions.

Mo Fei blushed and shouted from behind, "Don't be afraid of yourself, step on it hard!"

"Father, the car doesn't go fast just by stepping on the accelerator." The blue-eyed man looked at Mo Fei's flushed face and smiled.

Could it be that he was at a loss for words, he didn't understand this at all, the family only had an e-bike that he just bought last year, and Mo Yanji had never ridden it, let alone drove it, or raced it.But how can you take back what you say?

If mathematics and computers are the most incomprehensible things Mo Yanji has encountered in this world, then racing cars are like the key connecting the past, the present and the future. He feels strange, but he is very familiar with that speed.

"You can step on the accelerator with all your strength in a straight line, but you have to step on the brakes on a curve. You must remember these two points, you know?" The administrator looked at this beautiful but not very intelligent child, and shook his head helplessly.

"Come on, I'll push you again!"

Mo Yanji could feel the wind rising on both sides of his body, and then became violent.When he was about to merge into the wind, there was a sudden light behind him, and then he did not miss the direction again, and stepped on the accelerator accurately.When he was about to enter the track, he raised his left hand and waved.

"It's not a bad start," the administrator commented.

"Hmm, is that so?" The young man lazily raised his final voice.It's so obvious, so obvious that the two fathers and sons have never been in contact with racing cars at the first sight of them.Their expressions and eyes are too lacking in the passion unique to motorsports.

Racing is, in fact, addictive.

The scenery on both sides retreated rapidly, and the road continued to expand and stretch in front of the eyes, stretching endlessly.Standing here, I suddenly feel that I am small, but I feel that as long as I can be faster, I can connect the whole world.

Approaching the first corner, Mo Yanji turned the steering wheel subconsciously, whether it was because he was familiar with the laws of the world or remembered what he had seen before.He entered the corner too early, and saw another car coming from the outside quickly behind him, and he was left behind in the blink of an eye.

Why can he be so fast?

Mo Yanji was only looking at others, but completely ignored that he was turning a corner at this time.He only turned the direction, but still forgot to step on the brakes, so in the next second, he crashed straight into the non-track field!What's worse, because this is a hairpin corner, he circled a full 360 degrees, and he was about to crash into other cars driving on the opposite track in a row——

"stop!"

This is no longer something that Mo Yanji can control through willpower. His mind went blank for a moment. When he clearly realized this problem, the screams of the people around him gradually moved away, and only the track and cars remained in his field of vision. pitch, even subtle wheel angles...

"Z-"

The author has something to say: karts, or karts, are known as the cradle of F1.

small theater:

Mo Yanji: This leader not only knows 110, but also 119.

Maoyan Boy: You should dial 12580 quickly.

Mo Yanji: Why?

Maoyan: Seeing how stupid you are, I can only help you with one click.