formula superstar

"Meow--"

"Fortune! Don't run around! Boy Mo Yanji, help me catch it!"

On the Beijing karting track, the Sauber G team, as usual, only occupied a remote corner.

But no matter how remote it is, someone can still find them.

Although it has been a long time away from this arena, many people still remember them-the impression of that game was too deep for them.

So when Mo Yanji was called by Yin Li to "arrest according to the law" for Zhaocai, many people along the way also helped him chase Zhaocai away.From time to time, someone would hand over a business card—of course, the subconscious meaning was that they wanted Gao Jin to poach Mo Yanji.

Mo Yanji hadn't responded yet, Zhao Cai in his arms was not happy.Flicking her snow-white tail, she wanted to throw that business card off, and if she couldn't shake it off after a few swings, she just flew up and threw herself at that person!

"Fortune, the old woman is calling you home for dinner."

And then, everyone could only watch helplessly as one person and one cat just walked away.

"Today is the last round of the national competition. Although you have already won the first two rounds, I think that with the experience last time, you don't want to fall short again, right?"

Mrs. Yang smiled and said to Mo Yanji while holding the lucky meat ball.

"Ah."

Mo Yanji did not look up, but nodded seriously.

"Okay! Let's go! I want to let the Red Bull drink team know who can dominate this game!"

Rolling up his sleeves, Yin Li roared domineeringly.Then he rolled his eyes a few times and said in wonder, "Huh? That cunning kid named Yan? Why don't you see him in the team?"

"Didn't you see that he was already in the formula racing team last time? He has already left you and climbed farther and farther..." Kobayakawa thought to himself, "Besides, he doesn't even know the existence of you. I don’t know, so don’t find your presence here by yourself. It’s so sad…”

"I want you to talk too much! See if I don't cut your seppuku!"

Just when Yin Li was chasing after Kobayakawa Ryo with the machine, Kobayakawa Sho said with a smile, "Hehehe... It seems that the No. [-] car will be repaired badly today."

He said and licked the corner of his mouth.

"The weather in Beijing is very good today! The final final of this year's National Small Car Racing A-Class Junior Group is about to begin! The 20 cars participating in the final are ready on the track. The double points for the final race will eventually go to Which team?

The current standings leader is Red Bull Racing's Wang Wei.We can see that in the entire points table, there is one player whose points calculation is particularly eye-catching—that is Mo Yanji, No. 10 from the Sauber G team!Only by winning the first and last four games, they ranked fourth in the total points!If you can continue to win today, you may become the overall champion of this year! "

"How did you come?"

Seeing Mo Yanji, who was in the first place after the black and white grids were raised, Mrs. Yang turned her body to face her son who came from afar.

"Because I think you guys will win today."

Yang Lianzhang stood behind Mrs. Yang, "In this case, I have to plan for you in advance for next year's Asian Games..."

"Hehehe...you are more confident than me."

"Without Yan Qian, even if the car is still equipped with that troublesome equipment, the player may still not be able to display his due potential. Because they take that thing too seriously and suffer from it. It can be said that, Right now, there is almost no one in this arena who is Mo Yanji's opponent."

Speaking of which, Yang Lianzhang smiled at his mother, "Don't you think so?"

"This is..."

Mrs. Yang thought for a while, "Tell me the truth, did Kid Yanqian go to the Asian Games? I don't believe he will give up easily because of the last game."

"Nothing escapes your eyes."

Yang Lianzhang's words were somewhat formulaic, but there was a constant smile on his face, "As for the equipment parts for the All-Asian Competition...have you figured out what you need?"

"unnecessary."

"After all these years, you still haven't changed at all."

Mrs. Yang suddenly looked at her son, her narrow eyes seemed to be looking into his heart.

"Haha...Mom, don't look at me like that. I didn't want to get involved in those shitty things back then, and I don't want to now. I just... hope you don't regret it."

"Lian Zhang, many things are not what you see on the surface. Those things in the racing world are not as simple as you think. You just took the position of captain manager, and you have to keep your eyes open in the future. Those right and wrong It’s not right and wrong, it’s just the belief contradictions in some people’s hearts... Those contradictions are very dense and weak. If you can’t distinguish it, you can only be controlled by it.”

Yang Lianzhang touched his nose, noncommittal.

Mo Yanji on the screen has already mastered this elegant body very skillfully.In particular, his rapid turn-in has been able to accurately suppress Wang Wei's traffic lane - even if Wang Wei catches up a bit on the bend, Mo Yanji will still cut off half of his head.

"Hmm...do you have to consider finding a manager for Mo Yanji?"

Yang Lianzhang directly turned his head and said to Yin Li who was flying fingers in front of the computer.

Yin Li was taken aback, "Huh? Mr. Yang is talking to me?" Isn't he talking to Teacher Yang?

"It's not every game that idlers like me come to watch the game and take Mo Yanji away. As a driver, if there is no manager, then you should learn to sell yourself. But it is obvious that Mo Yanji can't do it This kind of thing..."

Mrs. Yang sighed slightly, "If Mo Yanji can win this competition and win the championship of the year, I have a very good suggestion."

"what?"

Mrs. Yang took out her mobile phone and made a call.

"Papa Mo Yanji, are you listening to me?"

Mo Fei, who was invited to the office by Mo Yanji's head teacher, felt a little drowsy after listening to the truth for half an hour.At this time, the roar of the young female head teacher finally brought Mo Fei back to his sanity.

I saw the head teacher's face turned black, as if he had been hit by a white bone claw.And the source is obviously absent-minded.

But at this time today, how can Mo Fei be taught to listen to the teacher with peace of mind?Today is the most important game for my son.God knows how much he wanted to be there in person. How could this homeroom teacher choose today to have a parent talk?Even if you can't watch your son play, why can't you even go to class?Even if he can't go to work, it won't work to let him take a rest and doze off for a while...

"As I said just now, your son Mo Yanji can no longer ask for leave! If he continues to ask, he will not only fail his studies, but may even fail to graduate from elementary school! Are you not worried at all?!"

The head teacher had a stern voice and tears in his eyes.

"Yes, I know."

Could it be that he straightened his clothes and sat up straight.

"What has Mo Yanji been doing for a year and a half?"

"Racing."

"Racing cars?! It's not good to be addicted to the world of toys! I don't mind if you don't buy him any more. He's in fifth grade!"

"Not a toy."

"Ah? I don't care what kind of advanced model..."

"...It's driven by a real person." Mo Fei's expression suddenly became serious. Whenever he mentioned his son's racing car to others, they would always think of it as a toy.This made Mo Fei gradually feel annoyed.

"It's Yanji who is driving! Today is his annual final! If he wins this race, he can go to the All-Asian Championship!"

"What... what? Could you say that again?"

The teacher in charge was obviously taken aback.

And at this moment, Mo Fei's cell phone rang—"Excuse me. I'll answer the call."

Could it be that as soon as he picked up the phone, he could feel the huge noise and cheers coming from the microphone, among which Yin Li's scream was the most—"Hey! Could it be?! We won! We really won! Hey! Did you hear us? Hello? Hello!"

A huge heartbeat lurks in his chest, and his breath is almost connected with the crowd on the other side of the microphone...

Won...he's not dreaming.Yanji really won!

Standing in the corridor, he could almost imagine Mo Yanji smiling while wearing a hat and holding a golden cup.This time, I probably won't spill champagne on my face again!

"Yo ha ha... the child's father, you heard me right. Mo Yanji won the competition, um... if he is good, he will be the annual champion." The voice of the old lady Yang appeared on the other end of the phone, which temporarily short-circuited Mo Fei's mind The child became clear.

"Thank you!"

Mrs. Yang smiled at the other end, "But I want to ask you something. Although it's a bit far-fetched, I can't think of a more suitable candidate than you for the time being."

"what's up?"

"Do you know what a team manager is?"

"No... not too sure. Is it to help the team go further and get more sponsors to sponsor the event?"

"Hehe... almost. I think our team is going to enter Asia, but we still need a manager. Are you willing to give up your current job to become Mo Yanji's manager?"

So this happened the next day...

When Mo Yanji walked into the school with a schoolbag in the shape of Superman on his back, he saw a bright red banner occupying the center of the building, writing——

"Congratulations to Mo Yanji, a student from Class [-] of the fifth year, who won this year's National Small Car Racing A-Class Junior Championship."

This banner was posted for a full month before it was removed. During this period, all the students who mentioned this matter within ten meters of Mo Yanji were scared away by Mo Yanji's murderous sight.

The teacher and classmates came to a conclusion - that child, shy again!

And Wang San, who also feels lonely in life, has worked with Mo Fei for a long time.

"Xiao Fei, how can you just leave as soon as you say it. Whose beef should I steal when you leave?"

Wang San patted Mo Fei's shoulder with snot and tears.

Could it be that after persuading him with good words for a long time, he was finally grabbed by someone who was waiting outside the door.

When Wang San looked up, he saw that the man was wearing a pair of obviously expensive sunglasses, his hair was a bit messy, but kept a nice brown color.The figure is also very muscular, with perfect proportions...

Strange, isn't it a rich woman who raised Mo Fei?But a rich businessman? !

And just as Wang San watched Mo Fei get into the red Ferrari sports car and leave like flying away, he suddenly slapped the back of his head and shouted—"So he really knows Yan Yitian?! Don't bring such a fool!" Yes!"

After Mo Fei got into the car, he was shocked to see that his own son was also in Yan Yitian's car.Suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched, he stared at Mo Yanji and wanted to have telepathy - Hey, why are you in this man's car?

Mo Yanji: If I knew you were entangled with him, it turned out to be true.

Mo Fei: No... who said that.Only come across occasionally.

Mo Yanji: Yes, I meet you occasionally, sometimes I wait for you on time, and sometimes I know that we are going to buy clothes next.

Mo Fei: ...I was wrong son, I was really wrong.

So after the silence and joy of the car, Yan Yitian finally parked the car in front of the shopping mall.

Could it be that he looked around and his heart shuddered - Oops!Forgot to tell Yan Yitian to stop at the XX cheap clothing wholesale market!

The direct consequence of this is that when Mo Fei appeared in the mall wearing tight jeans and a plain white shirt, everyone looked at him blankly except for himself looking in the mirror with a sad face.

"Could it be that you really haven't considered eating with your body and face?" Yan Yitian said with a smile.

Mo Yanji directly kicked the man.

"This shirt also has parent-child clothing!"

The waitress rushed to recommend to Mo Fei, but it was a pity that Mo Fei didn't have the time to pay attention to them.He could only pull Mo Yanji aside and bite his ear, "Father, I didn't bring much money today, why don't we come back another day?"

"I can't do that. I heard that you are going to meet with the sponsors tomorrow. Although Sauber will also sponsor the All-Asian Race, these alone are not enough. If you don't make a good impression on the sponsors, your event will still want to Do you want to continue?"

Yan Yitian said leisurely in the back.

Just when Yan Yitian was about to take out his wallet, Mo Yanji flicked a card into Mo Fei's hand first.

Here's what he said—

"Using your ID card. Use it as you like. Don't pretend, I know that the money in your pocket is definitely no more than two pink heads."

"Where did you get the money?"

"You forgot, I am the national champion."

Just after Mo Fei bought several sets of parent-child outfits with the bonuses Mo Yanji had won, Yan Yitian was completely worried—that brat Mo Yanji will kick you away from your father sooner or later!

And when Mo Fei stood at the door of the sponsor's head office in a well-dressed manner the next day, he finally felt the weight on his body—this time, it must be his turn to do a good job!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Mo Fei: Speak for yourself!Let's have another parent-child hat!

Mo Yanji: ...

Mo Fei: Speak for yourself!Let's have another family photo!

Mo Yanji: ...

Mo Fei: Speak for yourself!us……

Yan Yitian: Could it be that if you keep arguing, I will take off your parent-child shirt and give you a parent-child swimsuit.

Murphy: ...