Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

At 45:[-] in the morning, Gunma County.

Suddenly awakened by a rush of alarm bells, Fujiwara Takumi completed the movements of groping and ringing the bell in one go.

The alarm clock stopped and everyone else woke up.

It's just that it's different from the bleary eyes caused by lack of sleep in the past. When he sat up in the dark and started to look around, his mind was always blank.

Even after eight years, it is impossible for him not to recognize that this is his former bedroom.

After all, this is the room on the second floor of the tofu shop that he has never left since he was a child, until he went to England when he was 20 years old.

The problem was that he clearly remembered that he was supposed to say good night to Mika, who was staying in Japan, over the phone at his residence in the UK.Thinking about getting up early tomorrow to teach students, going to bed early after preparing lessons,

How could you come back to your home in Gunma County as soon as you opened your eyes?

Fujiwara Takumi's brain was spinning slowly, almost following the "click, click" second hand that twisted up and down.

Suddenly realizing something, he gasped slowly, then with trembling hands, he fumbled eagerly towards his arms and legs.

--No.

After clearly confirming this point, Fujiwara Takumi's eyes suddenly widened, and his heart beat fast instantly.

No matter how bad his memory was, he would never forget that accident: that one almost symbolized the turning point of his extremely painful life, the inheritance axis accident.

Even if he fell to the bottom of the valley and was rescued in time, his injuries were still very serious and he had to be hospitalized for half a year.

After a year of difficult rehabilitation, he was able to stand up again and gradually return to normal life.

But his bright future as a driver has been completely destroyed, leaving only shocking scars.

It is a blessing to be alive, not to mention that after his dream was broken, he was lucky enough to get a contract as a university lecturer and successfully took root in the UK...

Not only did he comfort him in this way during psychological counseling, but Fujiwara Takumi also comforted himself in this way all the time.

— until now.

Pressing his chest that seemed to be thumping, he realized that he had never really been relieved.

"God."

Fujiwara Takumi murmured, with a crying and smiling expression on his face.

He never believed in God.

Why would God be so generous and suddenly give him a chance to do it all over again?

When he realized that the cold tears were rolling down his cheeks, Fujiwara Takumi woke up like a dream, and hurriedly wiped them away.

"Hey! Is the brat awake? Why don't you come down!"

It was the familiar impatient voice of his father Fujiwara Bunta from the first floor that completely shattered the trance on his face.

"Don't rush! Come right away!"

He subconsciously yelled back, froze for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

There was only a fan in the room on a hot day. He thought it was too hot, so he lay on the bed wearing short sleeves, which saved him the trouble of getting dressed.

After washing his face and brushing his teeth and going downstairs in 3 minutes, Fujiwara Takumi walked down the unfamiliar but familiar steps to the first floor.

What came to him, apart from his father's iconic smell of cigarettes, was the muffled voice of talking with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Isn't the alarm clock set? It hasn't come down for half a day."

Bunta Fujiwara, who was wearing a white vest, looked like a typical bad old man. At this time, his back was facing him, and he was doing the last work.

Hearing the sound of his footsteps, he didn't turn his head back, but urged angrily: "The tofu has been packed, you go straight away, or you'll be late soon."

"Oh."

Fujiwara Takumi stared at his father who had become much younger for no reason, and felt full of impact again.

But before he could reply for a long time, Fumta Fujiwara couldn't help holding back his anger, and turned to look at him.

Only then did Takumi come to his senses, and quickly responded: "Got it."

Accustomed to his stupid son being in a daze all day long, his unresponsiveness at this time didn't make Fujiwara think too much, it was just the reason why he hadn't woken up yet.

Seeing Fujiwara Takumi leaving the house and walking towards the parking space on the left with the same hands and feet, the veins on his forehead twitched, and he couldn't bear to remind him: "You didn't take the keys, how are you going to drive?"

"oh oh."

Fujiwara Takumi turned around quickly, and took the car keys from Fujiwara Buntazu's unbearable eyes.

Fumta Fujiwara sighed helplessly, and said emphatically, "Don't be in a daze!"

Fujiwara Takumi nodded hesitantly.

Just returned to ten years ago, everything felt strange and familiar to him, and he was also confused by strong memory conflicts.

After receiving a few words from his father, he recovered a little.

But when he was sitting in the AE86, which had been completely scrapped in the match between himself and Shinji, but was his close partner who had been with him for more than six years, he couldn't restrain his mixed feelings.

he……

Really come back.

Back to him, he hasn’t had an accident yet, he is in good health, and the AE86 is still in the parking space waiting for him to start it every day.

Fujiwara Takumi's heart is full of turmoil, but in Fujiwara Bunta's view, he is just a fool who is touching the steering wheel with his eyes blankly and his eyes are inexplicably red. He is a typical sleep-deficient dementia.

Fujiwara Bunta suddenly felt itchy teeth.

Usually Takumi is dumb enough, I don't know why he is so dumb today.

When Takumi frantically started the engine and warmed up the body, he handed over the paper cup that was four-fifths full as usual, and asked anxiously, "Are you doing well today? Don't hit the car. "

Fujiwara Takumi replied instinctively: "No."

In his short racing career, he rarely actually crashed.

The only collision was so tragic that it took away all hope.

Fujiwara Bunta, who received an affirmative answer, still didn't feel relieved at all, but felt a severe headache.

When his clumsy son started the car, he frowned and stood slack with his arms folded.

When he sent the 86 item to the intersection and watched the car turn away, suspicion flashed across his eyes.

……what is that?

He paused, and extinguished the cigarette he had just taken a few puffs.

The angle Takumi used when he turned was replayed in his mind, and the doubts in his mind became heavier and heavier.

Takumi is a racing seedling that he has carefully cultivated since he was a child. Even though he is still a young seedling with poor skills, he is very familiar with the appearance of every leaf.

But the turning action just now was definitely not Takumi's usual way of driving.

As a retired rally driver, Fujiwara Bunta has an extraordinary vision, let alone Takumi, who he personally taught.

The route into the bend should be more sophisticated and concise.

— and faster too.

Fumita Fujiwara frowned tightly, and lit a cigarette again, thinking about something.

Half an hour later, AE86 returned after delivering the goods.

As soon as Fujiwara Takumi stopped the car, Fujiwara Bunta came over.

He lowered his head and glanced at the tires, and instantly confirmed his previous thoughts through the completely different angle and degree of wear from before.

It's just that the idea is ridiculous.

Before the silent Fujiwara Bunta could open his mouth, Fujiwara Takumi, who had completely calmed down after a trip to Mt. Akina, and accepted the reality of a new start, said first, "Dad, I have something very important to tell you."

"Yeah." Fujiwara Bunta's heart sank slightly, but there was no expression on his face, he stepped on the slippers and turned around: "Come in."

In the small living room, Fujiwara Takumi and Fujiwara Bunta sat across the table.

Both father and son looked calm, and Takumi didn't hide anything, and directly revealed his bizarre experience in full.

When he described the tragic car accident, his tone was also understated, but Fujiwara Fumta's fingers holding the cigarette unconsciously used great force, directly breaking the body of the cigarette.

The tobacco scattered all over him, and he didn't seem to feel it, and he didn't even change the angle of his legs.

Until Takumi dryly finished talking about those old things, facing this son whose mental age suddenly became ten years older overnight, the father and son, who usually don't talk much, are even more speechless now.

Wen Tai didn't speak, and Takumi couldn't speak.

After sitting face to face for an unknown how long, Fujiwara Bunta slowly changed his posture and relieved his stiff legs.

He felt very uncomfortable in all aspects, and couldn't help muttering and complaining: "You should keep this kind of secret yourself, why tell me."

Fujiwara Takumi lowered his head in shame: "Sorry."

Fumta Fujiwara sighed deeply: "Since you have reached the point where you got the WRC qualification and even taught students, then I have nothing to teach you here."

Fujiwara Takumi was stunned, a little surprised: "Dad..."

He is no longer the ignorant Fujiwara Takumi who can easily say "I will surpass you in a few years" in a silly way.

It was only after he went to England alone and struggled, that he deeply realized how powerful he was able to cultivate himself step by step in secret, and easily beat his father at home.

Fumta Fujiwara said in a deep voice: "Time has proved everything. What can teach you now is more games and more experience, not what I can do personally."

Fujiwara Takumi let out a bewildered "hmm".

Fujiwara Fumta snorted softly, and said lightly: "You know as much as I do about the car's suspension, brakes, and gearbox. You can figure it out yourself. The new engine will not arrive until a month later. After that, Go directly to Zhengzhi to change it yourself."

Although the current 86 has adjusted many settings by himself, it is only a basic car used by him to train Takumi, a novice.

Now that Takumi has grown enough to participate in the competition, he doesn't need to progress step by step.

To Bunta's surprise, Fujiwara Takumi refused with some embarrassment: "Uh... Dad, can we not change the engine for now?"

Fumita Fujiwara cast a glance at him: "It's up to you."

After saying this, he finally decided to end this uncomfortable conversation from beginning to end.

So he stood up, and in Takumi's restless eyes, he casually added: "You are already an adult, of course you can let go and do whatever you want. I will give you the money you made by sending tofu before, tomorrow, too. Let yourself rule."

"How? No need, I—"

After hearing this, Fujiwara Takumi was surprised on the spot, and quickly refused.

Fujiwara waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, let's go up! But the ugly words are up front, no matter how old you are, you have to go to class tomorrow. I don't want you to drop out of school halfway and cause people in the school to trouble me, at least Stay till graduation."

As soon as these words came out, Takumi froze on the spot, and obediently went upstairs.

Bunta Fujiwara couldn't help laughing when he heard his footsteps.

Although Takumi suddenly became ten years older psychologically, Takumi was still his stupid, stupid son.

The only thing he ever entrusted to Takumi could be called a hope...

It's just that he wants the other party whose driving skills are cultivated to go to the big world he hasn't been to, and do things he couldn't do at the beginning.

But at the end of the day, the most important thing is that the silly child lives a healthy and happy life.