formula superstar

It was noon, Mo Fei unloaded the burden on his shoulders, grabbed a bottle of mineral water beside the construction site and poured it vigorously.Then I went to a nearby newsstand and bought a copy of "Current Events in Racing" and sat in the cafeteria.

He ordered a bowl of beef noodles and was reading a magazine while eating, when Wang San sat down across from him.

"What are you looking at?"

"Racing magazine." As he said, his eyes were fixed on a newest small racing car on the page. The body was light, the structure was peculiar, and the whole line looked extremely smooth.Mo Fei couldn't help but put down his chopsticks and watched intently, Wang San took the opportunity to steal a few slices of beef that weren't many.

"Tell me, how much does it cost to buy a car like this?"

"Why, this kind of thing is an aristocratic movement, do you understand? Xiao Fei, I'm not talking about you. You are only 27 years old and go to the construction site to work as a coolie. You need a diploma and no diploma, and you need skills but no skills. Let the son wait for him to make money."

Wang San licked his chin and taught Mo Fei earnestly.

Back then, Mo Fei was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans and stood in front of the construction site, looking like a teenager who had just graduated from college.Could it be that he smiled at him at that time, and asked with a harmless face, "Brother, is there still recruiting here?"

It was the first time for Wang San, who was in his 40s, to hear a teenager call him brother. He laughed, looked at his slender arms and legs for a long time, and persuaded him for a long time, saying that this kind of work is not done by a fledgling boy like Mo Fei. Gotta come down.But did not listen.

What Wang San didn't expect was that in the next month, no matter how hard and tiring the concrete and bricks were, Mo Fei would be the most diligent.After asking, I found out that he is already 27 and has a son.

"Hey, it's true for women nowadays. If you leave your son, run away with a rich man! Let me tell you, Xiaofei, since you have a baby face, just go find a rich woman. As soon as your mouth is sweet, both of you father and son will be settled!"

Knowing that Wang San was joking, Mo Fei still shook his head and smiled.He said, "It's okay, I can still support him with my own hands."

After finishing speaking, I went to grab the heaviest and most tiring jobs.

At this time, after hearing Wang San's words, it was the first time he showed a discouraged expression, "Is this at least tens of thousands?"

"What on earth are you going to do? What are you going to buy that car for? It's not a BMW or a Mercedes. Use it to marry a wife?"

"No... I was thinking, let my family Yanji drive this kind of car." Before Wang San could speak, Mo Fei immediately stopped him, "You don't think my family Yanji usually doesn't talk, but he has a talent for this Lah! Who... F1 champion Yan Yitian even praised himself to his face!"

"Ah?! Yan Yitian! You are dreaming! You can meet that kind of international superstar?! Could it be that you went to illegal pyramid schemes to see him!"

"Uh……"

"Besides, no matter how much the price of the car is in the pictorial, just take it as if you really want your family to learn how to drive, and the annual payment may not be enough even if you work hard! You'd better save it."

"You seem to be very clear, have you done this kind of work?"

"I have been to a racing track before, and there are many children from such rich families. I heard that it will cost 10,000+ a year! Also, in case of a car accident, what is damaged? ..."

Could it be that Wang San didn't hear clearly what he said next, he only knew that with the money he made now, he couldn't afford his son to drive.The exquisite small racing car on the screen is even a little blurred in the field of vision...

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he stood up, rummaged through his body, and finally took out the crumpled business card from the pocket of his worn jeans——

"Ferrari's signed driver Yan Yitian..."

During the rainy season in the south, the dark sky and humid air cannot be washed away even by days of heavy rain.The dark clouds seemed to melt into the breath, making it hard to breathe.

With great difficulty, he changed his work clothes into a clean shirt in the public toilet in the building next door, but Mo Fei's body was soaked again before reaching the destination.

Standing in front of the dozens of-storey building in front of him, he neither entered nor retreated—the bright logo of Ferrari Dahua Regional Headquarters stood in front of him, which was particularly dazzling in the misty rain.

Just bowed his head and wanted to push it open, but the automatic door in front of him opened——

Could it be that as soon as he hesitated, he heard someone in the hall ask, "What's the matter, sir?"

"I... looking for someone." Mo Fei smiled and said bravely.

"Who are you looking for? Do you have an appointment?"

"I'm looking for... Mr. Yan Yitian. I... don't have an appointment. Is he here today?"

"He's in the conference hall now, but I'm afraid you won't be able to see him today. Mr. Yan Yitian's appointment has been scheduled for tomorrow. If you don't have an appointment, you may be in some trouble." The receptionist looked at him without any trace Could it be, said calmly.

"Then... can I make an appointment now?"

"May I ask your name?"

"Maybe."

Suddenly, the front desk lady who was facing the computer suddenly raised her head, "You are Mr. Mo?"

"What's wrong?" Mo Fei was really taken aback by the sharp contrast between the front and the back.His shirt buttons should be buttoned upside down, his belt is well tied, and the school gate's zipper is also...

"It's nothing, I just told them by the way a while ago, if someone named 'Mo Fei' comes to me, please notify me in time."

Turning around abruptly, he saw Yan Yitian standing upright behind Mo Fei.

Different from the neat driver's uniform on the field, today Yan Yitian simply put on a black shirt, without sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, showing a pair of bright blue eyes.The curves of the body muscles are smooth and stretched, and the characteristics of Chinese and English mixed blood are perfectly reflected in him.

He raised one lip, "Hey, we are wearing couple shirts today."

Could it be that he naturally didn't think that the cheap white shirt on his body and his famous brand would be a couple's style.So he could only be invited into Yan Yitian's sports car in a daze.

"You know I'm coming for you?"

Coming to this Ferrari sports car again, could it be that he no longer looked around like a bumpkin, but stared straight at Yan Yitian and asked questions.Of course, with a good attitude.

"I don't know. I'm just in case you can't find me when you come." As soon as Yan Yitian finished speaking, he started the sports car.The sound of a roaring engine suddenly sounded, and before Mo Fei could react, Yan Yitian turned the steering wheel and rushed to the road.

"But since you're here, I can roughly guess what you're going to say."

Could it be silence.He is not an elementary school student who doesn't understand the world, nor is he a girl in Huaichun. Naturally, he has a purpose to meet someone from a long distance, and this purpose is still aimed at the other party.He was so patient that he had a thick skin and came looking for someone with empty hands.But the most embarrassing thing now is that this person actually broke Mo Fei's last skin first.

"Then can Mr. Yan help us?"

Yan Yitian originally thought that because of Mo Fei's blushing personality, he might not want to bow his head in front of relatives and friends and come directly to him to solve the problem.But the first step was guessed, but the next reaction was not guessed.

Could it be that Yan Yitian was stunned by the straightforward question and those clear eyes with a little bit of unruliness.

"If you want to ask me to borrow money, then I'm sorry, I never lend to outsiders."

"No. I don't need other people's money." Mo Fei still stared at him calmly, "I just want to ask you, how can we get our family to embark on the road of racing?"

Before Yan Yitian opened his mouth, Mo Fei continued, "Yan Yitian started to get in touch with kart racing at the age of eight, and won the national B-class junior championship in the same year. When he was 12 years old, his family opposed his racing car and banned all funds. He left home at 14. He ran away and signed a contract with the Mercedes-Benz Kart Company based on his own strength. Later, he was recognized by the family for winning the national A-class championship of Kart, and has provided long-term sponsorship since then..."

Like reciting a text, Mo Fei slowly spoke to Yan Yitian's sinking face.

The atmosphere in the car was momentarily awkward.Could it be that he only knows that Yan Yitian is very good, can get out of the predicament, and climb to the top of the racing car by himself.What he needs now is exactly these skills, but he doesn't know that these are also things that Yan Yitian keeps secret.

The red light at the intersection ahead, the car stopped.

Yan Yitian, who had been silent for a long time, finally said, "Do you know that there is a bi-annual juvenile kart driver selection competition in Shanghai?"

"what?"

"Just next month. Anyone aged from 10 to 15 can participate. Supervised by the Municipal Sports Commission, sponsored by Ferrari Dahua Regional Headquarters, authorized by various official racing organizations and certified individuals across the country. The top three can get generous bonuses, No .1 Directly sign a contract with the Ferrari Junior team. Of course, the registration fee plus various procedures and insurance fees will cost about 5000 RMB, and the organizer will provide a unified car and engine. Do you have any questions?"

After a while, Mo Fei raised his head, and tightly grasped the handlebars with both hands, "...can you drive slowly!! Also! Where are you taking me!!!!"

The red sports car sped away all the way, leaving only Mo Fei's screams echoing on the highway, which lasted for a long time...

In the meantime, an elegant voice said lightly, "Of course I went to the registration office for the selection competition. By the way, remember to pay my car fare."

The rain stopped suddenly, revealing the bright silvery sky, as if regaining a good mood.

Mo Yanji was walking alone on the way home from school, looking up at the traces of the airplane clouds, just like the blue trails of the engines galloping past that day.

Suddenly, there was a familiar figure in front of him—that figure had one hand in his pocket and a familiar Band-Aid on the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, kid, you don't have a technician yet, do you?"

"Huh?" Mo Yanji saw him smiling, revealing a youthful tenderness.

"I said before, if there is a next time, I will definitely give you the most perfect car settings! This time, don't let me down..."