Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

"Sorry for calling you all of a sudden."

Sakamoto, who is not good at communication, and even less good at dealing with such proactive conversations, scratched his head a little irritably, and then continued with a frown: "If I'm not mistaken, there is only one reason why the president asked you to come over. That is, after seeing the superb driving skills just now, I don’t want to miss you no matter what.”

Fujiwara Takumi looked at him in surprise: "However, we have already rejected it."

"A level like yours..." Sakamoto twisted his mouth: "They will definitely try again."

"Then thank you for your reminder." Fujiwara Takumi nodded, and asked politely: "May I ask you for something?"

"It's nothing important, I just want to ask you a few questions." Sakamoto took a deep breath and said with difficulty: "I found out when I was following you just now. Although I was embarrassed from the beginning to the end I can catch up with you, but I have noticed that the route you choose has always been inclined to attack rather than defend."

He gestured, and continued talking endlessly: "Actually, I can understand this. You are a mountain road driver, and you will have more experience in chasing and counterattacking than ordinary rally drivers..."

The more Fujiwara Takumi listened, the more confused his eyes became.

... Sakamoto clearly said that he was here to ask questions, but why did he keep asking and answering himself?

Although he couldn't understand the purpose of Sakamoto's visit more and more, Fujiwara Takumi still listened patiently.

Fortunately, Sakamoto's bad habit is only that he can't grasp the key points, but he is not really a long-winded person.

After sending out something like a complaint, he finally turned the topic back to the starting point: "What I want to ask is that you have been leaving me far away without the pressure of racing; judging by your statements these few times, There is also no ambition to apply to join the official team to perform well in front of the leadership; the technology has a wide range of versatility for various cars, but neither is particularly strong for EVOIV or the last EK-9 Emotional preferences."

"Since this is the case, why do you still have such a pure, strong, and endless motivation?"

Sakamoto said perplexedly: "I have seen it with my own eyes several times. You would rather risk running over a dangerous and slippery shoulder full of uncertain factors than try to shorten the speed a little bit. I really don't understand it. For you, it is neither a formal timing nor a qualifying race that is related to your points... In the absence of external stimuli, the pursuit of speed to the point of death is something that only top-level professional drivers can have. Professionalism. Where does your motivation come from?"

When Fujiwara Takumi heard this, he finally showed a look of surprise on his face.

He couldn't help looking at Mr. Ryosuke, who was smiling slightly and had been looking at him tenderly since he didn't know when.

The moment his eyes met, he accidentally looked away, forcing himself to calm down.

"If you want to talk about my motivation," Fujiwara Takumi thought about it seriously, and replied seriously: "Actually, there are many sources. For me, although the shoulder of the road is slippery, I have already figured it out in the first three rounds. Rough friction coefficient. So in the next few laps, I will use it specifically to stimulate the oversteer response in high-speed corners to help me corner faster, but it is definitely within the controllable range.”

Thinking of what he was going to say next, he paused subtly, a little embarrassed.

But after a brief hesitation, he still blushed and continued firmly: "Then... I have a special, special, excellent navigator. My trust in Mr. Ryosuke's judgment, It may be greater than my trust in my own judgment. With him leading the way, I can drive without distraction, reduce the energy required for thinking, and be able to concentrate better."

"Besides, when Mr. Ryosuke is around, I absolutely cannot tolerate my substandard running style."

Fujiwara Takumi said honestly: "...With Mr. Ryosuke's keen insight, as long as you make a mistake, no matter how big or small, you will definitely find it on the spot. Just imagining such a picture makes me feel ashamed .”

"So," Fujiwara Takumi decisively stated the final conclusion: "As long as Mr. Ryosuke sits next to me, I will have a steady stream of motivation."

Perhaps when he nervously asked Mr. Ryosuke to be his navigator, he still had some ulterior motives.

That is what the navigator usually praises the driver on the spot during the driving process in order to ensure that the driver can maintain a good competitive state.

For example, in the seven laps he just ran, he heard Mr. Ryosuke praise him with a smile in short sentences such as "running well", "very smooth", and "well done" in a deep and pleasant voice.

Mr. Ryosuke's recognition and praise may have always been the precious things he longed for.

Equally important to this point is that he does not want Mr. Ryosuke to show a disappointed expression to him one day.

"Uh, ah. Is that so?"

Sakamoto responded dryly.

His eyelids twitched, looking at Fujiwara Takumi who said with a simple and serious face... more like a confession than a confession... so numbing that it made his scalp tingle, but he didn't think there was anything wrong at all, he fell into a momentary A state of aphasia.

To be honest, he knows the reason why this guy can run so fast.

This is simply a natural fool who lacks a brain and is extremely simple!

Sakamoto thought to himself, he really should let his friend Akiyama Tsutomu look at this guy in front of him.

I have seen a navigator who obviously has the superb car skills bestowed by gods, but attaches great importance to him, almost to the point of deep dependence.

Is this the so-called genius driver?

The idea of ​​a genius is so strange that a mortal like him can't speak.

Anyway, Fujiwara Takumi answered his questions in a friendly and detailed manner.

After a stiff silence for a while, Sakamoto finally controlled the subtle expression on his face and forced a smile: "Uh, I didn't expect it to be like this."

He glanced at the excellent navigator who came from a rich family and was comparable to a model in appearance and body, and soon realized with some sadness... whether it was between him and Takumi Fujiwara, or his navigator There probably isn't any comparability between the members and Ryosuke Takahashi.

He scratched the back of his head again in embarrassment, and said, "Although this method is not suitable for me, thank you."

Sakamoto couldn't hide his disappointment and left.

Fujiwara Takumi stared at his back in bewilderment, and suddenly heard Mr. Ryosuke beside him, laughing softly.

He quickly returned to his senses, looked around, but found nothing interesting, and couldn't help asking: "What happened? Mr. Ryosuke."

Takahashi Ryosuke said in a low voice: "I'm just surprised and honored."

Under the sunlight, the dark blue eyes, as deep and distant as the sea, are now filled with a gentle and joyful smile.

He bent his upper body slightly, his voice was suppressed extremely low, it was a hoarse magnetism that made the auricles hot.

"You are equally important to me."

After saying this, Takahashi Ryosuke smiled happily, stood up straight again, looked at Takumi who was wide-eyed and blushing, and added gently: "Although you may have known it a long time ago, I still want to treat you Say it formally."

"……what."

After a long time, Fujiwara Takumi came back to his senses.

Mr. Ryosuke in this state rarely appears.

But every time it appeared, it made him feel nervous and strange.

But miraculously not annoying.

Is it because Mr. Ryosuke is so handsome?

He staggered his eyes to cover up, but his heart beat inexplicably fast in his chest, and his mind seemed to have fallen into a chaotic situation that he couldn't think about.

"that……"

He finally remembered President Beiyuan who was still waiting, and changed the topic in a low voice: "Mr. Ryosuke, let's go there quickly, they must be waiting impatiently."

Takahashi Ryosuke nodded with a smile: "Okay."

The reason why President Kitahara asked them to go there was indeed what Sakamoto guessed.

Except for the front field, who fought in person in the conference room and tried hard to convince their senior team members, there were three or four more in one fell swoop.

Fujiwara Takumi's attitude was always calm and polite. After listening patiently for a while, he didn't let go as the Fuji Rapid Road team hoped.

Fujiwara Takumi also knew that in the face of the generous and exaggerated treatment they promised, let alone a rookie on the mountain road who has shown his head, even a veteran driver who already has a good reputation, it is hard not to be moved.

"I really appreciate your appreciation." He said apologetically, "But I still have important things to do. At least in the next year and a half, I don't plan to become a professional driver."

Such an answer undoubtedly disappointed the team.

They looked at each other and decided to ask further: "Can I ask, what is that ''important matter'' of Mr. Fujiwara?"We may be able to help. "

"not like this."

Facing Fujiwara Takumi, who has repeatedly shown full sincerity, and even the president behind it personally came forward, Fujiwara Takumi has no intention of hiding it.

"I still have a very important goal to achieve in road racing." Fujiwara Takumi explained frankly: "I don't like it, and I don't have the ability to be half-hearted. I have to focus all my energy on the same goal. For me now In other words, the most important thing is to reach the peak of mountain road racing, so the date of entering the professional racing world must be postponed. After all, for professional drivers, if they are reported while participating in road amateur racing activities, they will be banned. Is the motorsports association delisted and disqualified as a professional racer?"

Although I have heard Maeno say it, but for this reason, the people of the Fuji Rapid Road team still find it difficult to understand.

Except for a very small number of people who simply pursue mountain road racing where life and death hang on the line, most drivers practice hard on mountain roads because they cannot afford to participate in track day activities or join reserve drivers like Todo Training costs.

It is hoped to gain fame through this method, get the favor of professional teams, and then join the professional racing world.

Even for the lucky few recruited, there are very few who can finally get rid of some bad habits that are not applicable to the professional arena developed while running on mountain roads for a long time, and stand out in the professional world full of masters. pitiful.

Dr. Tsuchiya, who was born in the mountain road but shined in the professional arena, is undoubtedly a myth respected by the mountain road racers, and it is also the goal of struggle.

But there has only been one existence like him in the past ten years.

Now it is very likely that Tsuchiya is second... No, even Fujiwara Takumi, who has a terrifying talent that may surpass Mr. Tsuchiya, is so addicted to mountain sports that he would rather delay entering the professional world?

It is unimaginable.

From the surprised and puzzled expressions on their faces, Fujiwara Takumi could fully see their thoughts.

He smiled and explained naturally: "I have been thinking about it for a long time. For me, my dream is to become the fastest driver. Whether it is on the mountain road or in the professional field, Neither will change my identity as a driver. Since there is a conflict between the two, I have to fulfill my dream in road racing first, and then step into the professional world without any regrets or reservations."

"So, I'm very sorry," Fujiwara Takumi said softly but firmly, "but I will not change my mind."