Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

The trial run of 86 was forced to be suspended after the fourth round.

When Keisuke Takahashi led Yoshino to finish the fifth round and returned to the starting point at the top of the mountain, he was taken aback by Shuichi Matsumoto's state.

As Shuichi Matsumoto, who is trusted by Takahashi Ryosuke and has worked for the maintenance teams of many professional teams, his face has never been so ugly.

In his hand, he only loosely held a bottle of water that he drank a few sips after opening, and with the other hand he covered the position of his stomach, and his uncomfortable state was obvious.

As the instigator, Fujiwara Takumi stood beside Takahashi Ryosuke a little at a loss after passing the water to the other party.

wrong.

Takahashi Keisuke quickly corrected his judgment.

Not by his side, but unknowingly hiding behind his eldest brother, with a gesture of instinctively seeking shelter.

"Matsumoto?"

Yoshino was startled, and walked over without thinking: "Are you okay? Are you suddenly sick?"

He has worked with Matsumoto several times, of course he knows how experienced a technician is.

Even after witnessing Matsumoto's current state with his own eyes, he didn't think about the culprit at all.

"...I'm fine." Matsumoto said with difficulty, "Sorry for worrying you, I'll be fine soon."

"Hey, don't say stupid things about being brave." Yoshino, who didn't know the situation, frowned: "You don't look like you're okay at all. Let's take a rest first, and you can't do your job well if you force yourself. "

"Ah."

Matsumoto responded vaguely, and looked at Fujiwara Takumi with a wry smile.

He was indeed too brave: it was just that he didn't even think that there would be a day when he had to endure the violent stomach upset and accompany the serious and rigorous driver to continue the test run in order to save the face of the "senior technician".

When he reached the fourth lap, he reached the limit and had to stop Takumi Fujiwara to the side.

The first thing the car stopped was to rush out of the car and vomit by the side of the ditch.

Fortunately, he responded in a timely manner so that he didn't get the dirt into the car.

Seeing Matsumoto's deja vu state, Keisuke Takahashi raised his eyebrows, and looked at Takumi Fujiwara with a guilty and apprehensive face without hesitation.

Even though most of his figure was blocked by his elder brother, he still walked forward and said leisurely, "Ha, you must have done it, right? Did you use 86 as a roller coaster again?"

Even a professional technician like Matsumoto was so tormented that he vomited like this, so it can only be said that he deserves to be that guy.

The consistent crazy running method of denying relatives.

Recalling the same ugliness made by the guy who was driving his favorite car FD, Keisuke Takahashi instantly achieved a delicate balance from Pine itself.

It's just that this stupid-looking guy has learned to be more and more cunning: after he thinks he has done something wrong, he will quietly hide by his brother's side...

Gee.

"Okay, Keisuke." Takahashi Ryosuke said calmly, and promptly stopped his younger brother from poking at the restless Takumi with words: "After five rounds of trial running, have you gained anything?"

"I can't say anything, I just feel that the road surface is too undulating. Is this really an asphalt road?" Takahashi Keisuke gestured for the slope of the road surface, complaining: "I feel that the body of the FD needs to be adjusted a little higher ah."

"Well, that's a good idea." Takahashi Ryosuke nodded calmly, and continued to ask: "Aside from this point?"

"Uh, what else?"

Takahashi Keisuke's biggest headache is the theoretical aspect, and being able to answer one of them is already considered a great improvement.

Where did he think that his eldest brother actually thought he could answer more.

He held back for a long time with a tangled face, but he couldn't hold back any words that he was confident to persuade his elder brother, so he tentatively threw out the previous answer: "The throttle control technology can come in handy here."

Takahashi Ryosuke chuckled noncommittally: "Okay. Continue to practice."

"understood."

Takahashi Keisuke couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief seeing that he had been fooled for the time being.

"Then I'll go first."

While Yoshino was studying the debugging plan, he quickly got into the FD and drove away immediately to avoid being caught by the elder brother again.

"call."

After seeing Mr. Keisuke leave, Fujiwara Takumi was also obviously relieved.

Sure enough, as long as Mr. Ryosuke is by his side, even Mr. Keisuke won't dare to approach indiscriminately.

Takahashi Ryosuke had a gentle smile in his eyes.

He lowered his eyes slightly, resisting the desire to reach out and press Takumi's slightly raised forehead hair, and asked gently: "Matsumoto probably needs to take a rest. Based on the information he collected in the first four rounds, it should be enough to make adjustments." It's gone. Do you want to keep running?"

"Yeah," Fujiwara Takumi nodded quickly, "if possible."

Even in the fourth round, he still perfectly controlled his strength to around 80%.

It is clearly such a restrained running style, but it will confuse Mr. Matsumoto, who was sitting in his co-pilot ten years ago, without changing his face, and writing the debugging plan by himself...

It's really something he never thought of anyway.

"I'm here." Takahashi Ryosuke stared at him with a smile: "You can rest assured."

Fujiwara Takumi opened his mouth in embarrassment, and changed the "thank you" that he was about to say into a slightly more intimate "I understand".

Osamu Matsumoto watched the AE86 go away with a wry smile and looked at Ryosuke Takahashi who was walking towards him calmly: "Sorry, Mr. Ryosuke, for causing trouble to the convoy."

"Don't think too much." Takahashi Ryosuke smiled lightly: "If you have such thoughts, Takumi will feel even more guilty and uneasy."

Unaware of the true meaning of Takahashi Ryosuke's words, Shuichi Matsumoto sighed deeply: "Except for the year when I sat in the co-pilot of a professional driver when I first started my career, I have never been ashamed as I am today. gone."

To be convulsed on the assistant's seat.

"If I wasn't from Gunma, I'm afraid I would only suspect that Takumi is the top player you recruited from which professional team."

Recalling the horrible cornering experience that made him dizzy just now, Osamu Matsumoto said with lingering fear: "I dare to guarantee. With Takumi's skills, even if he plays for a professional team, he will definitely be a top player who can easily be the captain. level."

Although the conversation on the side of the Project D team could not be heard clearly, the members of the Saitama Northwest Alliance team not far away could still see their expressions and movements clearly.

FD obviously came back after running for 5 rounds, but 86 had to stop after the 4th round of practice because the technician seemed unwell.

Could it be that the technician in charge of 86 suddenly fell ill?

After this very possible idea surfaced, it was not enough to convince Nobuhiko Akiyama.

perhaps……

The silent black pupils reflected the back of AE86 who started again diligently, and soon disappeared at the first bend like a streamer.

He pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose expressionlessly, and couldn't help but think of another incredible and creepy possibility.

three hours later.

"Hey Yanyan, I'm going back first."

Another team member who stayed with them until late at night, after yawning for the tenth time, finally offered to leave first.

"Ah."

Nobuhiko Akiyama is still leaning on his silver ALTEZZA, like a statue, still facing the direction of the starting point.

"How long are you going to stay?" The team member couldn't help asking, "Should I just keep watching like this?"

"Is it not possible?" Akiyama Nobuhiko replied as a matter of course: "I have already asked for leave from the company, just to accompany the plan to the end tonight."

"I really convinced you." The corner of the team member's mouth twitched slightly: "I really planned to watch it all night. Obviously, the opponent of that 86 tomorrow night is you, but you don't feel nervous at all, at least like Kyoko, a little Do you want to practice next time?"

"There's no need to waste that effort." Nobuhiko Akiyama said frankly: "You can tell at a glance, I can't be the opponent of 86 in Plan D. It can even be said that it is very likely that I won't even be able to survive the third bend. , will be left far behind.”

If he could run a little faster, he would definitely not be watching here, but would try to keep up.

His cousin Wataru Akiyama may be able to follow suit, but it would be an irrational decision to expose the strength of Saitama's driver in the second round too early in front of the rival team.

Out of safe considerations, Akiyama Nobuhiko had to hold back this tempting idea.

Otherwise, it is definitely more useful to be able to appreciate the opponent's running style at a close distance than to stay at the starting point.

Of course, he can also gather around the corner to watch like those horse-horse spectators...

Thinking of this, Nobuhiko Akiyama glanced quietly over the leader of Project D who was sitting in the open trunk of the ONEBOX and sorting out information on his laptop with a calm expression.

really.

Seeing the confident attitude of the captain, I always feel that I can't leave here casually.

"I've wanted to say it a long time ago, your self-knowledge is sometimes terribly mean."

The team member yawned No.11 speechlessly, then turned and left: "Then see you tomorrow night, a peeping tom who likes to watch."

Nobuhiko Akiyama replied casually: "Yes."

The two cars of Project D ran until the sky was bright, and then they left under the unsatisfied gaze of Nobuhiko Akiyama.

"Huh, when did those guys leave?"

When Akiyama Wataru, who left on the way to pick up his younger sister Akiyama and Mi who was running around, came back, he only saw the car of his cousin Nobuhiko who was also about to leave.

On the road, I also met many cars of spectators who were reluctant to leave...

Akiyama Ford couldn't help thinking, what a group of admirable guys.

Could it be that the running method of Plan D's car is so attractive that even standing overnight is worth it?

"Not long ago." Nobuhiko Akiyama said concisely, "Kyoko also went back at 03:30."

"Well, it doesn't matter." Akiyama asked impatiently: "How is the strength of that 86? You should be able to see it, right?"

"Hmm." Akiyama Nobuhiko hesitated for a rare moment, and then said slowly, "He is an extremely terrifying opponent. If I want to imitate his running style, maybe a few lives are not enough to play."

Akiyama wrinkled his eyebrows: "Isn't it, is it so exaggerated?"

"What I'm worried about is... No, I even have good reasons to think that he hasn't shown his full strength at all. And I can't even see the modification routine of that 86."

Obviously, no matter the power output mode or the sound of the engine running, it sounds like 4A-G.

But with such acuity and abundant horsepower, it cannot be 4A-G.

What kind of magical engine will it be to give the old 86 such a powerful combat power?

No, not right.

The real horror is not the engine at all, it should be the driver.

"No way, cheer up, didn't you watch it all night?" Akiyama She said speechlessly, "This is not like the usual you."

"I will try my best to keep up with him tonight." Nobuhiko Akiyama ignored him, and said to himself: "Even if I only need to look at one more corner, I can analyze a little more information..."