Professional racing driver forced to debut

It's not normal to have such a quiet atmosphere on an airplane.

The engineer's inquiry was very subtle, when to renew the contract.

They seemed to have decided that Jian Xing would continue to stay in this group. Such unconditional and unreasonable trust made Jian Xing resist and fear at the same time.

If you refuse, it seems to live up to their trust and expectations.

He is like a sinner.

"Do you want it?"

A light and indifferent voice sounded from the side, like a ray of light shining on Jian Xing.Jian Xing blurted out: "Yes, thank you."

Lan Heng handed Jian Xing a bottle of mineral water, Jian Xing subconsciously looked at the label, it was the brand he always drank.

No one asked Jian Xing about the renewal of the contract, and not answering was an answer in itself.

Jian Xing put on the blindfold again, his thoughts were noisier than the noise made by the plane.

He really likes the happy and unscrupulous way of getting along with the Don team. Tang Yilong indeed regards everyone in the team as his family.

In many moments, Jian Xing deliberately avoided some internal topics, such as the privacy of Lan Heng.It's not because I'm not curious or don't care, but more because I don't dare to know.

After prying into other people's privacy, you must pay the corresponding price, instead of slapping your ass and leaving after gaining benefits.

After arriving at the hotel to put away the items, Jian Xing and Lan Heng followed the team to the International Circuit in City C.

Before the start of the training race, the drivers will come to the track and walk the whole distance, and feel the ups and downs of the track surface, corners and so on up close.This is also a way to get familiar with the track.

It is not the first time for Lan Heng to come to the International Circuit in City C, he is very familiar with the terrain of the circuit.However, the surface of the track will change slightly every year, and the characteristics of the cars are different every year. Lan Heng must come to observe on the spot.

After one lap, Jian Xing deeply remembered the layout of the track.At the same time, a virtual picture appeared in his mind.

Jian Xing has a general picture of how many gears and how many kilometers per hour should be passed through each corner, and how to use the accelerator and brake.

Lan Heng stopped at a bend, and Jian Xing turned around in confusion wearing sunglasses.

Lan Heng focused his eyes on a piece of oil stain on the shoulder of the curved road, and Jian Xing strode forward: "What's wrong?"

Lan Heng: "Not before."

Jian Xing: "Before? When?"

Lan Heng said: "Three years ago."

Jian Xing raised his eyebrows calmly, looking at Lan Heng with eyes full of admiration.

Race drivers have extraordinary memories, and they need to memorize braking points, corners and multitasking during high-speed racing.

Drivers are not allowed to drive their cars on the track for additional practice before a practice session.

They can only walk a few laps on site, observe the local temperature, wind direction, track surface, and get familiar with the track.After all, this track is brand new and unfamiliar to Jian Xing.

"Will you be afraid?" The engineer walked slowly, "This track is not easy to drive. The most difficult thing is an S-shaped curve with a huge difference in height, which is a test of routing and braking skills."

When a driver comes to a brand new track, the most important thing is to see how well the driver adapts.

The adaptability of many drivers is obtained through years of driving experience and self-precipitation.

Maybe many drivers are talented, but on a new track, old drivers have more experience, so they can adapt to the track faster.

Jian Xing said, "I am fearless."

Seeing Jian Xing's high spirits, the engineer couldn't help laughing.

Young drivers have this advantage, they always have [-]% confidence in themselves.

Just like Jian Xing, no matter how bad the situation is, his first thought is how to move forward, not how to retreat.

Jian Xing's self-confidence has surpassed the fear of life.

Lan Heng followed at the side, subconsciously glanced at Jian Xing's sharp profile from the corner of his eyes when he heard this.

Indeed, be fearless.

After seeing the track on the spot, proficiency on the simulator is also particularly important.

The driver needs to turn the cornering decision in his head into action, and the driver is not allowed to drive on the track before the practice session.

Therefore, the only way to practice wiring is the simulator.

Jianxing has his own account, choose to log in directly to his account.Lan Heng looked at Jian Xing in the room and fell into short thoughts.

Apparently there are spare simulators in the convoy, which were also sent here in pieces.Lan Heng didn't enter the room for a long time, Jian Xing couldn't help urging.

Lan Heng pursed her lips, took out her phone and sent Fang Nuozhe a message.

Lan Heng: account password.

Fang Nuozhe: What password?

Lan Heng: "The GP Controversy".

Fang Nuozhe sent the account password first, and then asked why, but unfortunately he never got a reply.

Lan Heng came to the built simulator with a calm expression. The two chose a racing car with the same performance, and the track was set on the international track in City C.

The training this time is mainly for familiarity and finding the best solution in the constant routing.

Jian Xing glanced at the other party's account ID, it was a string of garbled characters, and then turned his eyes back to the computer screen.

The training of the two is separate. After running a few laps in the simulator, Jian Xing basically understands how to drive.

The current racing simulators are doing very well. The track in the game is extremely accurate, and the laser ranging technology is used for on-the-spot measurement.

As long as the simulator is high-end enough, the ground feedback of the track can be made extremely realistic.

Jian Xing closed his eyes and meditated in his heart.

Turn 1 is a standard U-shaped turn, which needs to be reduced to 2nd gear in advance.

After Turn 1, there is a straight road where he can accelerate unscrupulously.

Turn 2 is coming soon, and he needs to shift down to second gear in advance. After turning 2, he is greeted with an uphill section.

Even if you close your eyes, there seems to be a vivid picture jumping in front of you.Wearing earphones, he gallops and soars as if he is on a real track.

Turn 3 is the slowest hairpin turn in the field. This turn especially tests the driver's guts and mastery of braking points.

But Jianxing is able to walk out a perfect and smooth line with his eyes closed, through his control of the time point and memory.

Not only can he drive through corners with his eyes closed, he can do it really well.

At some point, Lan Heng had already stopped the racing car.

His hands were still on the steering wheel, but his eyes could not be diverted from Jian Xing's face.

When a person concentrates on doing one thing, it is extra attractive.If this person performs extremely well, this attraction will be infinitely magnified until it cannot be pulled out.

Jian Xing just came to the track for a few laps today. This was his first time practicing on the simulator. Similarly, he only ran two laps on the simulator.

He was able to do a good job with very little time given to him.

The racing car on the screen is running fast, like a controlled tornado gliding precisely on the track.

No mistakes, no surprises.Everything is under Jian Xing's control.

Jian Xing outside the screen closed his eyes tightly, and because he remained focused at a high level, the corners of his mouth were drawn down into an almost cold arc, and a small hill of irritability formed between his brows.

The tight jaw line connects with the side profile drawn by fine brushwork, which is more eye-catching than the excellent streamline design of the racing car body.

An excellent person without knowing it is the most attractive. He regards himself as an ordinary person, but his light is always strong enough to illuminate everyone in his path.

The moment Jian Xing opened his eyes, Lan Heng drove on the track again.

Jian Xing looked at his grades and found that he was still working, but he could do better.

Turning his head to look at Lan Heng's results, it's a bit pitiful.

Lan Heng was passing Turn 11 and made a driving error, and the car almost slipped off the track.

Jian Xing was afraid of hurting Lan Heng's self-confidence, so he said euphemistically: "I think that if you downshift before Turn 10, you can pass Turn 11 better. After Turn 11, there is a very long arc. This arc design It’s quite rare in China.”

Lan Heng gave a nervous "hmm".

It's annoying to be a good teacher, but Jian Xing also hopes that Lan Heng can get good grades.

He could see that it wasn't that Lan Heng couldn't do well, but that Lan Heng didn't want to do well.

Lan Heng is willing to get a mediocre result. For him, it seems that being able to drive a car and compete is enough.

Jian Xing's appetite is far more than that small, his goal is very high and far away, maybe he needs to stand on tiptoe and jump vigorously to reach the fur.

But he firmly believed that he would be able to do it, otherwise, why would he do it.

After the brief session of getting familiar with the track was over, Tang Yilong had something to do with Lan Heng, and while Lan Heng was out, Jian Xing secretly checked the records of Lan Heng's account.

The record is public, and Jian Xing can see it with a search.

It is an excellent result, and this string of garbled IDs can also be seen on many leaderboards.

Moreover, the above records are regular, which shows the enthusiasm and love of the other party for the track.

If you don't really love racing, there is absolutely no way to repeat a track hundreds of times.

Jian Xing didn't understand why Lan Heng did this, maybe there was a reason, or maybe he didn't care at all.

But Jane wants to win.

Jian Xing not only wants to win himself, he also wants the team to win.

It's only Monday, and there is still some time before Friday's training match.In order to boost morale, Tang Yilong gritted his teeth again and invited the team to dinner.

This time he almost arranged for one-stop service, singing after dinner, and going for a massage after singing.

Even the old employees in the team said that it was the first time they saw Tang Yilong so generous.

Tang Yilong put his arms around Jian Xing's shoulder and laughed loudly: "That's because I didn't have such a good driver before, but now I'm picking up the treasure, of course I can't be as stingy as before."

Jian Xing doesn't like others touching him at close range, he will feel very uncomfortable and not used to it.

Suppressing the discomfort in my heart, I quietly picked up the vegetables.

After eating, I came to the box to sing again.

Under the dimly flickering light, Tang Yilong approached quietly.

Jian Xing subconsciously moved aside, feeling the intense heat.

No need to think about it, it was Lan Heng whose body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people.

Before he could be embarrassed, Tang Yilong whispered, "Xiao Xing, you will renew the contract, right?"

Fortunately, there was music as a companion. Amid the loud and chaotic background music and singing, Tang Yilong's question fell into the river like a stone.

This day will come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to be so soon, and it was on such an occasion.

Under the staggered lights, Jian Xing could feel Tang Yilong's direct and oppressive gaze.

Jian Xing knew a long time ago that today's itinerary was designed for him.

Maybe it's to flatter, maybe it's a hint, or maybe it's because they want to take the opportunity to finalize the contract renewal.

Jian Xing replied in a low voice: "Boss Tang, to be honest, I don't know."

Tang Yilong: "I don't know?"

Jian Xing's right thumb rubbed the tattoo on the outside of his index finger, and he would do this whenever he was thinking, thinking, interested, or distracted.

Jian Xing is frank: "It's not that Don is not good enough, but..."

"I know our team has good conditions. Apart from the low salary, why did you treat you badly?" Tang Yilong was clearly dissatisfied, facing Jian Xing's astonished expression, he pressed on step by step, "I heard that Huang Fei came to look for you?"

Jian Xing admitted: "Yes."

Tang Yilong asked again: "Do you have the idea of ​​transferring to another team?"

If there is a chance to get such an excellent driver as Jian Xing, no team will be willing to give up.

The arrival of Jian Xing makes Don feel like a new life, like a god descending to save the dying middle and lower reaches of the team.

Nowadays, the media widely publicizes and praises this rookie who has just arrived, and is unique.

This is a high praise that the original Eureka Jones never had.

Jian Xing: "Don't worry, I will not betray the team, nor will I do anything harmful to the team's interests. Regarding the renewal of the contract, I can't tell you the exact answer at the moment."

"Why can't you tell me the exact answer? As long as you nod, this is the answer." Tang Yilong insisted.

Talking with people, I am most afraid of encountering such a situation.

In order not to hurt your face, you politely refused, but the other party forced you to give a definite answer.

Jian Xing: "I will return to China because of some accidents. Otherwise, I will not join any domestic team. If there is no such accident..."

"Then you don't like our team, and you don't like any domestic team." Tang Yilong replied for him, with a cold tone, "I can tell from your spoken language. You have been staying abroad before, right?"

Such idiomatic spoken language and short sentences blurted out, if he hadn't stayed abroad for a long time, he couldn't form such an instinct.

Jian Xing did not deny it: "Yes."

"Xiaoxing, you must not forget your roots. You are from Huaguo, how can you be so full of foreign teams?" Tang Yilong tried to start with patriotism, "Now the domestic teams are also developing very well, and it is not that they have advantages. You have to treat us There is hope for our motherland."

In just a few years, it is a miracle that the Huaguo Championship can achieve such a result.

However, Huaguo lags behind Europe's car culture for decades, and it is impossible to recover it in just a few years.

These words seemed a bit harsh and unreasonable. Jian Xing was not someone who was willing to suffer. He was just about to refute when a glass of wine was brought in front of him.

Jian Xing took the glass of wine hesitantly, yesterday's throwing socks and washing his underpants had refreshed his world view, and he didn't know how much he could drink.

The liquid is light and slightly brown.

Taking a sip tentatively, the taste is more of a sweet tea flavor.

Subconsciously raising the wine glass slightly, Lan Heng took advantage of the situation and also raised the wine glass, making a crisp sound when it collided with Jian Xing's wine glass.

"Brother Long, come and sing, what are you doing?" Fang Nuozhe finally seized the opportunity to grab the microphone, and waved to Tang Yilong.

Tang Yilong glanced at Jian Xing meaningfully, raised his head and said, "Here we are."

The suffocating sense of oppression gradually dissipated, and Jian Xing took another sip of the drink in the glass.

Jian Xing asked: "What's added here?"

Lan Heng: "Iced black tea."

Knowing that Jian Xing's drinking capacity is average, Lan Heng poured half of the wine inside while Tang Yilong was not paying attention, and mixed some iced black tea.

Jian Xing: "Is there any lemon tea?"

Although he didn't know what Jian Xing was going to do, Lan Heng still took the boxed lemon tea from the side.

Jian Xing refilled a glass of wine, and mixed some lemon tea into the glass.

I took another sip, and there was no strong tea flavor before, but more wine flavor, and the taste was also richer.

While others were singing and dancing, Jian Xing seemed to be trapped in his own memories, sipping wine mixed with lemon tea.

He also discovered that it was very difficult to get drunk this way.

Everyone didn't stop singing until early in the morning, and Jian Xing was already so sleepy that Tang Yilong had to drag him to get a massage.

Jian Xing was frightened all over and quickly refused: "I'm more ticklish, you just go."

Tang Yilong pressed Jian Xing's arm: "If you don't go, you won't give me face. Also, how can a man not go for a massage? Massage doesn't itch, just try it."

Despite the refusal, Jian Xing still came to a famous local massage parlor.Tang Yilong was very experienced in this, and led them inside with ease.

It was the first time for Jian Xing to come to such an occasion, but he had never eaten pork or seen pigs run away. His many years of online bastards were not for nothing.

General massage services, on the Internet, always remind people of special services.The term "big health care" was born from this.

Although Jian Xing felt that Tang Yilong would not lead them to fix these things.

But when he thought of a stranger trying to press him back and forth, his scalp became numb and he couldn't bear it.

Tang Yilong was already slightly dissatisfied that Jian Xing did not directly agree to renew the contract.If he refuses again this time, Tang Yilong may think that he deliberately rebelled.

Tang Yilong was really familiar with the process, so he chatted with the technician naturally.

Jian Xing finally couldn't bear it and said, "Can you give me a smaller one?"

He was afraid that the strength was too great, and he couldn't bear it.

The technician said with a smile: "The purpose of massage is to relax. If you are weak, you will definitely not be able to press properly."

Tang Yilong: "He has no experience and doesn't understand. He is still young and can handle it. Give him a strong teacher."

Jian Xing's throat moved with difficulty: "Boss Tang, I'm really ticklish..."

"It doesn't itch, it doesn't itch, you'll know when you try it later."

Jian Xing realized what it means to try and die.

The master master is indeed a master master, he has found every acupoint accurately, and when he presses it down, it is so powerful that Jian Xing's feet are arched unconsciously.

His toes twitched, making messy folds on the sheet he was laying on.

Lan Heng had just finished helping Tang Yilong with the fruit platter, and saw this scene when he came back.

Jian Xing buried his head in the pillow all the time, and squeezed the cushion tightly with both hands.

Following his gaze, Jian Xing's waist and back are graceful and crisp, and his skin seems to reflect the snow on the branches.

The sunken waist and tight back muscles all showed the opponent's lean body.

Tang Yilong urged: "Hurry up and bring the platter."

Only then did Lan Heng look away, and a faint "dry" sounded in his ear unexpectedly.

Lan Heng turned his gaze back again.

The master's technique is in place, essential oil plus massage, the technique is unique and precise.

The shiny skin surface, like a wave rushing onto the beach, left behind a large shadow after leaving.

Tang Yilong said: "Xiaoxing also said that he is afraid of tickle, look, isn't he not afraid? You still have to try these things yourself to experience the good taste of them."

After these few massages, Jian Xing almost lost his soul, especially when he was in sore pain, it was still full of itchiness.

The facial features buried in the pillow were tangled together, the master's fingers fell on the waist, Jian Xing let out a "hiss", and then made a whimper-like sound from his throat.

This sound made several men instantly refreshed.

Tang Yilong looked at it in confusion, as if he wanted to determine the source of the sound.

Lan Heng moved his steps, blocking the space above Jian Xing's shoulders.

Jian Xing gritted his teeth and raised his head slightly.

Because of the news just now, Jian Xing's hair was messed up.

A pair of eyes that refused to show weakness were full of waves, and the long eyelashes like crow feathers fluttered, and the moisture on the top could be faintly seen.

At this moment, Lan Heng's first thought was actually.

Eyelashes are really long.

"I-I can't do it anymore."

Pressing the back can still be tolerated, but pressing the waist is not good.Jian Xing wanted to struggle, but was a little weak.

He could only raise his head vainly, and looked at Lan Heng pitifully: "Come on?"

Jian Xing sincerely hoped that Lan Heng could replace him, this old master was really professional, he could tell at a glance where there was something wrong with him, and he pointed it out.

The tone of voice is more lingering and sticky than melted spring water, and with the slightly flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes, no one can refuse.

Lan Heng agreed.

Now eating the fruit platter and playing cards with Tang Yilong is Jian Xing.

Having just experienced a near-death experience, Jian Xing suddenly feels that the world is beautiful, and even his luck in cards is increasing.

In front of him, he could just see the scene of Lan Heng being "served on".

Looking at Lan Heng again, like a dead body, it didn't move at all under the massage of the old master.

Good concentration, good patience.

A real man, top notch.

Tang Yilong wanted to peek at Jian Xing's cards, but Jian Xing blocked him.Reluctantly looking away, he said embarrassingly, "You're really ticklish. The barking just now was like a milk cat."

Jian Xing threw a bomb expressionlessly.

"Come on, Brother Xing, you have the most manly and macho voice!" Fang Nuozhe turned pale with shock, "Brother Long is a landlord, we will lose if we fight like this!"

At this moment, few cards are played, so Jian Xing just puts the bomb here.Either the Jian Xing card is very good, or it's a pure idiot.

Jian Xing: "Brother will take you to win."

Fang Nuozhe was happy: "I only call you brother because I am used to calling people brother. I am ten years older than you, and I can be your father soon..."

Jian Xing played a hand of planes, and there were only two cards left in his hand.

Fang Nuozhe was speechless, and gave a thumbs up: "Brother Xing, no, I have to call you grandpa."

Jian Xing was calm on the surface, but he was happy in his heart.

Playing Wang Zha pretending to be cold, directly made Tang Yilong doubt his life.

Lifting his head happily, the master is still pressing with all his strength, Lan Heng's back is broad and powerful, like a Greek sculpture.

Under the "torture" of the master master, the tight waist changes various shapes. Just looking at it makes Jian Xing's waist itch.

The master pressed and praised: "This young man is amazing. He hasn't hummed a word for a long time. Come and press?"

Lan Heng: "No."

Fang Nuozhe explained for Lan Heng: "Usually he presses it by himself, and it can get bigger if he pushes it harder."

This point is similar to Jian Xing.

Xu Shi scratched the soft flesh, and Lan Heng let out a hum from his throat.

The master master pressed harder and harder: "Young man, your waist is really good!"

Jian Xing agreed: "It's pretty good."

The picture stopped abruptly, and multiple eyes fell on Jian Xing at the same time.

Tang Yilong didn't even bother playing cards: "How do you know if Xiao Heng's waist is good?"