God of Speed

In the morning of the next day, everyone got up early, adjusted their status, discussed again on the content in the road book, and finally finalized the game plan.This was the first time that Mu Zixuan assisted Huang Xu as a navigator. Naturally, he did his best. He watched a lot of game videos at night and checked a lot of information. The road book was very detailed.Although Zhang Xin is an amateur, the total points of the Chicheng team are average, but Xia Qing is also a veteran driver who has run rally races for several years. His personal results are not too bad, and the road books of the two are also very good.

Although Qian Duoduo had thick dark circles under his eyes, he was in good spirits. When he woke up this morning and saw Xia Qing and Zhang Xin looking normal, he put his heart back into his stomach, and worked hard to revise the familiar road book with Chen Mo.

Seeing Qian Duoduo's state, Chen Moxin said, did the kid go to the next door to listen to the movement while he was asleep last night?

After eating at noon, the three cars headed towards the Eastern Suburb Stadium.

Today is the weekend, the weather is very good, there are many people driving to the suburbs for fun, and there is a long queue of cars on the way out of the city.The three cars have the same livery, and the Mitsubishi Revo with the Pinnacle logo on the body - the sword that pierced the neck of a lion naturally attracted the attention of many tourists, including many racing fans. Therefore, the Pinnacle team may be racing in the eastern suburbs soon The news of the appearance on the field instantly spread across the Internet, attracting a large number of fans to the Dongjiao Circuit.

The three cars stopped at the entrance of the Dongjiao Circuit, and unexpectedly found an unexpected person at the entrance of the circuit.

Model sat lazily on a Subaru Impreza, still holding the dazzling Butterfly Knife in his hand, but it was different from the one-handed one-handed play in the past, and changed to two-handed play today.The sharp Butterfly.Butterfly.Knife kept switching between left and right hands, so fast that he couldn't see the moves clearly.Inden Moyu was sitting in the co-pilot seat, waving the road book in his hand, and greeted everyone.

Both of them are actually wearing competition uniforms... Are they going to have a match with us?Chen Mo thought to himself.

The painting of the Subaru Impreza is the same as that of the three Mitsubishi Revos, except that the Chinese character "peak" in the same position is replaced with the English word "summit", and there is no logo on the body except the word summit.This is the uniqueness of the world-class racing team - the summit team.The only word on the body indicates that the team is supported by a single company without any sponsors.

Chen Mo stopped the car and rolled down the window, frowned and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Momo heard that fat man said that you are going to have an internal race here today, and you have taken away three racing cars, so let's join in the fun." In Moyu waved the road book in his hand, pouted, "We came here in a hurry , I don’t even have time to survey the road, I just got the road book, so you don’t have to be afraid!”

"That's enough. If we give you time to survey the road, do we still want to live?" Chen Mo was upset, and asked in his heart, can you not come here to gain a sense of existence?

Inden Moyu waved the Lu Shu in his hand and said: "Momo is very excited, you can see that his butterflies, butterflies, knives are playing with both hands."

I see you are excited too, okay?Chen Mobai glanced at the two of them and said, "Please be merciful."

"Oh!" In Moyu closed the car door and shouted to Model sitting in the front of the car: "Momo, hurry up, kill them all."

Model got into the car, put away the butterfly knife, and buckled the seat belt.

Four cars drove into the arena and stopped on the track.As soon as it came to a complete stop, a car dragged a long cloud of yellow sand and dust and passed in front of everyone, and then braked suddenly, the rear of the car swept out a semicircle, and the tires stirred up a sand curtain higher than the roof of the car.

This car is very familiar to Chen Mo. It is painted in bright red that Chen Mo likes. The logos on the body are densely packed. Made in bad weather.The metal car logo with a simple design, full of beauty and dynamics——ds on the body tells everyone the identity of this car: this is Chen Mo’s car when he worked for Sovereign——Dongfeng Citroen ds3.Chen Mo is very familiar with every part of the car. This is his favorite car that he has driven for three years.

Like the Mitsubishi Revo and Subaru Impreza, the car was a favorite to win the Rally Championship due to its extremely high level of handling and safety.

Liu Xin opened the car door and got out of the car, took off his helmet and hugged it in his arms: "Hey! Brother Chen, are you going to practice in actual combat?"

"Aren't you practicing too?" Chen Mo curled his lips, thinking Liu Lianhua, why did he meet you again?Why are you always haunted?

"Hehe." Liu Xin raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Lao Lei paid me a monthly subscription, and I'm here every day."

Chen Mo's lips curled up even more, thinking that if you brag and don't write drafts, you can improve your grades just by running in this place?Do you think Lao Lei is stupid?It's almost like you have insurmountable difficulties.

"Oh, run well, and feel free to ask me if you have any questions. If you think I can't solve them, we have plenty of experts here." Chen Mo turned around and pointed to the Subaru Impreza, "The one sitting inside is you If you want to enter the World Rally Championship, you can ask him."

When Chen Mo turned around, the green old Jetta with a chicken on its head. No. Chickens and sparrows were not sparrows driving over, and they were slowing down beside their own car.A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Mo's mouth: "And this one over here, even if you are a road killer, he can teach you to be a rally driver. If you have any questions, don't lose face, just ask, and I promise to solve them satisfactorily. "

Uncle Huang stopped the car, poked his head out of the cab and yelled at Chen Mo: "Little brat, don't flatter me, I won't do that. Are you ready?"

Uncle Huang finished yelling, glanced at Liu Xin, and said with a look of noticing the other party only now: "Oh, I thought who it was, it turned out to be the guy who couldn't bear to swallow the rice when it was half-cooked."

"Pfft!" Chen Mo couldn't help laughing, the rice was cooked to medium, Uncle Huang's analogy was really apt.

Liu Xin glanced at Uncle Huang's dilapidated old Jetta, and said proudly, "Who are you?"

Uncle Huang rolled his eyes: "Who am I? You were still drinking amniotic fluid in your mother's stomach when I ran the rally." Although he hadn't asked about racing for many years, he had always cared about the racing industry. Chen Mo quit Sovereign's He could figure out the reason with his toes.

That kid Chen Mo was unconscious of all kinds of flirting since he was a child. At that time, how many people in the youth karting training camp were staring at his butt, butt, and drooling, no one knew better than him, Huang.Lei Zhentian's hobbies can be hidden from a group of young people, but he can't be hidden from him.

Naturally, Uncle Huang didn't like Liu Xin who could successfully replace Chen Mo in the competition without any achievements.

Seeing Liu Xin and the leading figure in the racing industry on the pole, Chen Mo's former partner, navigator Xing Yimin got out of the car and walked to Uncle Huang, bowing down and saying, "Hello, Uncle Huang."

"Oh, Yimin." Uncle Huang patted Xing Yimin on the shoulder, "I think you moved to the wrong place this time."

"Yes." Xing Yimin knew that Uncle Huang was saying that he found the wrong driver.

The secretive conversation between the two spies made Liu Xin puzzled.

While talking, there was the sound of an engine on the track, and a truck came and stopped. The people in the car got out of the car and stood in line in front of Uncle Huang, bowing down and saluting: "Hello, Uncle Huang."

Uncle Huang glanced at the truck: "Have you brought the maintenance tools and the clock?"

"Bring them all." Everyone said in unison.Seeing the technicians of Junhao's maintenance team being so respectful in front of the fat man, Liu Xin's expression was very uncomfortable. He still hadn't figured out which kind of god this fat man was.

"Let's stop talking nonsense. Now that we are together, let's have a real competition together!" Uncle Huang said with his arms akimbo, "The rules of the competition follow the usual practice, and the one with the highest points starts first. Model is first, and Chen Mo is second. Liu Xin is the third, Xia Qing is the fourth, and Huang Xu is the fifth. The maintenance team is responsible for maintenance and maintenance, and I am in charge of timing and ordering."

Uncle Huang deserved to be Uncle Huang. With an order, everyone took their positions and began to prepare for the competition.

At this time, the car fans who heard the news had gathered slowly, each running towards the most thrilling stage in his mind.

Uncle Huang took out a horn from the old Jetta, and shouted into it: "The engineering truck is in place!" Sovereign's yellow engineering truck obediently drove to the rear of the convoy.Because there is only one engineering vehicle, there is no ability to set up maintenance areas, so the mobile service of engineering vehicles is adopted.

"Every car is in place!" The five racing cars lined up in the first row in order.

Uncle Huang walked to the middle of the convoy with a loudspeaker in hand and shouted: "Check the communication tools." The racers checked the communication status of their helmets.

"The communication is good." After the inspection, everyone responded one after another.

"Who is this fat man?" Liu Xin asked Xing Yimin in a low voice while wearing his seat belt.

Xing Yimin adjusted his seat belt, and replied in a low voice: "Uncle Huang, he was the one who taught Chen Mo when he first entered the youth karting training camp. Xie Yiyun was also his favorite student, and Li Kun also studied with him for a year."

Liu Xin couldn't help but look at Uncle Huang more.He is a team foreign aid brought in from abroad at the age of 15, so he is not familiar with the old-timers in the domestic racing industry.Liu Xin had never heard of an old hermit like Uncle Huang who lived in the city for many years and had completely lost his style.

Liu Xin's glance coincided with Uncle Huang's.

Uncle Huang glared at Liu Xin: "Adjust the seat, even such a simple thing I have to teach? Don't ask about extra things, the racer doesn't need to talk too much."

Seeing Liu Xin slumped, Huang Xu laughed out loud, his laughter was a personality.

Uncle Huang turned to Huang Xu: "What are you laughing at? Wear your seat belt."

"This seat belt hurts like hell." Huang Xu grinned.

The three cars modified by it use the six-point seat belts of Formula 1 racing cars, two are located at the shoulders, two are fixed on the thighs, two are at the crotch, and the six seat belts converge at the buckle.Because the seat belt is very tight, it is very difficult to pull the seat belt up. You must use mechanical skills to buckle the seat belt. Huang Xu has never learned how to fasten the six-point seat belt, and it takes a lot of effort to fasten it Four on the lower body, and two on the shoulders casually.

Huang Xu had a playful smile: "Old man, can these two be untied?"

"If you don't want to die, fasten it all up for me!" Uncle Huang roared and began to popularize seat belt knowledge to Huang Xu, "Martin Brundle said that if the seat belts don't hurt you, they must not be fastened! You With this method, the consequence of an accident is to die in the car instead of outside the car! This seat belt device can effectively prevent the human body from being thrown out of the car when the speed of the car is higher than the speed of the car. A fixed point can bear a load of 14.7kn, which is equivalent to a mass of 1470kg..."

"I am! I am!" Huang Xu raised his hands in surrender. He was really afraid that Uncle Huang would recite the entire history of seat belt development to him.

Mu Zixuan shook his head and reached out to help Huang Xu fasten his seat belt.

"Let him tie it himself!" Uncle Huang roared again, "You can get used to him for a while, but you can't get used to it forever!"

Mu Zixuan let go.

Huang Xu put on his seat belt with difficulty, and muttered, "F.X.S."