Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

The time agreed with Mr. Ryosuke was around ten o'clock in the morning.

From Gunma Prefecture to Tokyo, you only need to take the Kan-Etsu Expressway at the wrong peak time, and you can get there in a little over two hours without encountering congestion.

Even though the alarm clock was set for nine o'clock, Fujiwara Takumi accidentally woke up just after eight o'clock.

He didn't have the habit of staying in bed. After waking up, he took a serious shower and went downstairs to make breakfast.

This made Fujiwara Bunta feel a little strange: "Oh."

"Dad, I'm going to Tokyo later to confirm the part-time job of the team test driver last time." Fujiwara Takumi thought for a while and said, "I don't have to cook my dinner at night, and I may come back later. But it must be delivered in time.”

"Yes." Fujiwara replied lazily: "As long as the delivery is not delayed, you can do as you like."

"The new convoy organized by Mr. Ryosuke will start its activities this Saturday." Fujiwara Takumi said shyly, "Please, Dad, take turns delivering goods with me as we discussed before."

Fumta Fujiwara waved the cigarette between his fingers indifferently: "Yes."

After exchanging rare long sentences, the father and son, who were sitting face to face and having breakfast at a low table, fell into the usual silence.

It wasn't until he was clearing away the dishes that Fujiwara Bunta asked casually, "Are you going to drive the 86 by yourself this time, or let your navigator pick you up like last time?"

Fujiwara Takumi was stunned by the title "your navigator" that came naturally from his words.

It was obviously normal, but it made him feel a little embarrassed for no reason.

He faltered for a while, and then nodded vaguely under Fujiwara Fumta's bewildered eyes: "Yes."

"'Huh' what?" Fujiwara Fumta said speechlessly: "Are you an idiot, you just hmm without answering the question."

"Uh, Mr. Ryosuke is here to pick you up."

After Fujiwara Takumi absent-mindedly dropped this sentence, he ran upstairs with the excuse of 'I'm going to wash my mouth'.

"...What a weird little brat."

Fumi Fujiwara frowned in dissatisfaction, got up slowly, and took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash them off.

After Fujiwara Takumi returned upstairs, he stared at the withered rose for a while, and then went to the bathroom to wash up again.

With a strange mood that even he couldn't explain clearly, he opened the closet, and solemnly took out the formal suit that he only wore during the match with Mr. Ryosuke.

——This is to express the importance attached to the part-time job of the test driver.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Takumi put on his formal suit with peace of mind, and turned on the fan in time before he was too hot.

Before he could spend too much time doing nothing, through the noisy wind, he clearly captured the unique sound of the rotary engine.

"It must be Mr. Ryosuke!"

Takumi Fujiwara suddenly stood up and rushed downstairs, and sure enough, he saw the white FC slowly approaching from the end of the commercial street.

Different from the gray family cars parked along the way, FC's streamlined white body is full of elegant beauty.Although blocked by the windshield, the handsome appearance of the driver can still be vaguely seen.

Driving along this road attracted the attention of many people on the shopping street.

There were also some sharp-eyed people who recognized on the spot that it was the sports car that had been to the tofu shop several times.

Fujiwara Bunta looked at the silly boy who was dressed in a very formal manner with a blank face, and happily got into the car of another young and handsome navigator in a suit and leather shoes.

Takahashi Ryosuke politely greeted the indifferent Fujiwara Bunta, and after a brief conversation with Fujiwara Takumi on the co-pilot, FC drove away quickly.

"We go directly to the Kan-Etsu Expressway to Tokyo, it will take about two hours." Takahashi Ryosuke asked warmly: "If you wake up earlier, you can take advantage of this time to sleep again."

"No, thank you Mr. Ryosuke." Fujiwara Takumi shook his head quickly: "I slept well last night."

He was telling the truth—not only did he join Plan D again, but he also clarified the time to start the expedition, which made him feel uncommonly good last night.

After returning home from Takahashi House, he was full of anticipation for Friday, and as soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep peacefully.

"Really? That's good." Takahashi Ryosuke couldn't help smiling, turned his head slightly, and quickly glanced at the sparkling Takumi: "The road may be a little boring, would you like to talk to me ?"

"Of course I would!"

Fujiwara Takumi replied without thinking.

The topics of the two's subsequent chats naturally revolved around last night's game, Takahashi Keisuke, and Plan D, which started the expedition this Friday.

Perhaps because of the happy chat, Fujiwara Takumi didn't realize that time was passing by rapidly.

When FC suddenly switched to the side road, passed the next exit, and drove off the Guanyue Expressway naturally, he didn't react for a while.

Actually... Already in Tokyo?

"It's still early for the agreed time, but it's already lunch time." Takahashi Ryosuke glanced at the time, slowed down his driving speed, and asked the shocked Takumi: "I need to find a place to eat a little bit first." something?"

Of course Fujiwara Takumi would not object.

After getting off the expressway, FC drove forward for another ten minutes along the main route.

When the Fuji Rapid Road team was still 25km away, Takahashi Ryosuke asked Takumi again: "Is there anything you particularly want to eat?"

"I can do it all." Fujiwara Takumi said without hesitation: "Just choose the one that Mr. Ryosuke likes. The only requirement is, please let me treat you this time!"

"Is that so?"

Takahashi Ryosuke couldn't help but chuckled.

Perhaps because he heard Fujiwara Takumi's serious tone, he smiled dotingly and nodded indulgently: "Then I won't be polite this time."

According to the thinking of Fujiwara Takumi, who suddenly became rich by selling video tapes, it is only natural to take Mr. Ryosuke to eat that kind of expensive French cuisine.

It's just that the steering wheel of FC was controlled by Mr. Ryosuke, and after driving a short distance forward, it stopped in front of a coffee shop.

Fujiwara Takumi asked with some regret: "Is it really all right here?"

"Although I am very grateful for your generosity, this time, light food is fine." Takahashi Ryosuke couldn't help laughing, and explained in a gentle tone: "The main purpose of today is to sign the contract and measure the size, but if I don't If you guess wrong, you may be asked to run a few times on the track according to the high expectations that the Fuji Rapid Road team has for you."

"Eh."

Fujiwara Takumi was stunned. Although it was a pity, he accepted the proposal obediently: "I understand."

He had no doubts about Mr. Ryosuke's words.

If you really want to run a few times on the track, it is wise to eat less and more meals and plenty of water to cope with the kind of intense exercise that requires extremely high concentration and resistance to violent G forces.

If you accidentally eat more than [-]% full, wearing a heavy racing suit and being tightly bound by your seat belt, I am afraid that you will spit it out because you can't bear the bumps in your stomach before you finish the race.

Before walking into Poirot Cafe with Mr. Ryosuke, Fujiwara Takumi looked at the signboard on the second floor belatedly.

Hey, is it such a coincidence?

Fujiwara Takumi stopped in surprise.

It turned out to be the famous detective that my father had watched several times on TV, and even he was familiar with the bizarre murder that happened on the highway——Moori Kogoro.

There is such a famous detective living upstairs, no wonder the coffee shop downstairs is named after Poirot, who is also a great detective.

"Takumi?" Takahashi Ryosuke turned around, looked at Takumi who was in a daze, and couldn't help asking: "What happened?"

"Ah, sorry, nothing."

Fujiwara Takumi immediately came back to his senses, and quickly walked over.

The interior of the cafe is bigger than it looks, but for some reason, although it is already lunch time, there are not many customers.

Standing at the door and looking inside, you will find that more than half of the seats are vacant.

"Welcome! Are you two?"

The male waiter who came up to greet him asked with a smile.

Takahashi Ryosuke nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Okay, please come with me, two guests."

Fujiwara Takumi was a little curious, and looked at him unobtrusively.

I don't know whether it was born or dyed, the short hair is light blonde, and the skin is a rare wheat color.

His facial features are very distinct, and he is clearly handsome enough to be a model, but he doesn't know why he is working as a waiter in this small coffee shop.

On the forearm exposed by the rolled-up sleeves, there are tight muscles, and it can be seen that there is a lot of strength accumulated.

Even Fujiwara Takumi, who has been holding the 86 heavy steering wheel all year round and whose arm strength is actually much better than it looks, has not developed such obvious muscle lines.

The blond waiter was still smiling. After leading them to sit down, he politely asked them about their order.

"Two sandwiches and coffee? Got it."

After quickly taking notes with a pen, he left a sentence of "Please wait a moment, not too long", and then returned to the small kitchen next to the counter.

It seems that it is to give them a fresh look.

After all, he felt that it was not polite to stare at the other party, so Fujiwara Takumi quickly withdrew his gaze and subconsciously looked at Mr. Ryosuke.

As a result, as soon as he did this, he met the dark blue eyes with a faint smile.

"Cool, Mr. Ryosuke."

Fujiwara Takumi was taken aback by Xiao, instinctively hid a little back, and then put his hand back on the table to cover up.

"Is there anything strange about that waiter?"

Takahashi Ryosuke suddenly asked softly.

Although the table was rectangular, he didn't sit on the farthest opposite corner with Mr. Ryosuke, but sat on both sides of the right angle on the inner side.

It is a very short distance that you can touch your shoulder just by leaning a little to the side.

Ryosuke Takahashi seemed to want to know the answer to this question. After he leaned slightly and shortened the distance between the two of them, his voice still had a faint magnetism: "Since you entered the coffee shop, Just keep staring at him."

"Uh, no."

Although I'm not used to talking about others behind their backs, it's not a bad word after all, and the person who asked him was Mr. Ryosuke...

Fujiwara Takumi hesitated for a while, but still replied in a low voice: "I just feel that his temperament is a bit incompatible with this place."

It must be something wrong with his intuition.

Because when the blond waiter smiled at them just now, it seemed to be a warm, polite and friendly smile, but it made him instinctively feel a little nervous.

It doesn't look like Mr. Ryosuke's smile at all.

Whenever Mr. Ryosuke, who is usually calm and rational, indifferent like a god, shows a rare smile on the corner of his lips, it only makes him feel happy from the bottom of his heart, and he can't help but laugh along with him.

Before Mr. Ryosuke could speak, the wind chime hanging at the door of the coffee shop rang again.

The one who came in this time was actually the great detective Mouri Kogoro who Fujiwara Takumi had seen on TV.

"Ah, what do I have to eat? I'm starving to death."

He yelled loudly as soon as he entered the door. He seemed to have walked a long way and was very tired.

Although he was wearing a formal suit, his tie was crooked, and his tongue was even sticking out exaggeratedly to dissipate heat. He didn't look like he was on TV at all.

Behind him was an elementary school student wearing a pair of bulky glasses, a suit and a bow tie.

After the two entered the door, they walked to the counter familiarly.