Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

Hearing the return of his own AE86, Fujiwara Bunta didn't pay attention at first, but calmly glanced at the wall clock on the wall.

2: 45.

To his surprise, until the hour hand pointed at the direction of 3, he still didn't see Fujiwara Takumi coming in.

what happened?

A ray of confusion flashed through his narrowed eyes, Fujiwara Bunta extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, lazily stepped on his slippers, and went out to check the situation.

What made him speechless was that the idiot son looked intact, but for some reason, he was sitting in the driver's seat in a daze.

He curled his index finger, and knocked on the car window gently: "Hello."

"Ah, Dad."

Fujiwara Takumi woke up like a dream, and quickly opened the door to get out of the car.

"What's the matter with you." Fujiwara Fumta frowned, and could smell the familiar scent of perfume without getting close: "Didn't you go to the competition? Why did you wear perfume again and suffer from dementia in the car. "

"I told you, it's not what you imagined at all." Fujiwara Takumi explained weakly, but under the scrutiny of those squinted eyes that were difficult to distinguish, he still made a lie: "Then It's just the smell of Mr. Ryosuke's car perfume."

"yes."

After all, Fujiwara Bunta has lived so many years longer than him, the thickness of his skin is certainly not comparable to him.

Even though he knew that he had made a mistake, he didn't care much, and asked directly: "Then why are you sitting in 86 in a daze, it's not your turn to deliver tonight."

"Hmm. Speaking of which..."

Not only was it just sitting in the car and distracted, but on the way back from Saitama to Gunma, Mr. Ryosuke suffered from severe lack of sleep these days due to Plan D and rushing to the medical report, and was too tired. After apologizing to him, he quickly fell asleep on the assistant's seat.

Fujiwara Takumi just took advantage of this time, while driving carefully to minimize the bumps, while thinking seriously.

After sending Mr. Ryosuke back to Takahashi House, he had a vague plan.

"I'm sorry," he looked at Bunta Fujiwara with an expressionless face, "but this time it's tricky... Maybe I'll have to ask you to help, Dad."

"It's mysterious." Fumta Fujiwara glanced at him lightly, and said calmly, "Let's talk about it first."

Although he spoke so calmly, it was the first time that he was solemnly begged by the idiot son in such an awkward manner...

Fumiya Fujiwara sat upright at the table unconsciously, and forgot to touch the cigarettes that he never left his hand.

Fujiwara Takumi also sat at the table seriously, and after a little deliberation on his words, he slowly spoke about his plan.

Ten years ago, he just passively accepted Mr. Ryosuke's guidance and favor, and even called him by his last name in the end, without the familiarity to pour out his thoughts.

Even about Kaori, he only knew a little bit from Mr. Keisuke, who accidentally leaked the truth.

He could only vaguely notice that Mr. Ryosuke seemed to have accomplished something very special before the final battle of Project D in Kanagawa.

Now he finally knows.

It turned out that Mr. Ryosuke still carried such a heavy shackle on his shoulders.

After realizing this, Fujiwara Takumi suddenly felt unprecedented anxiety.

Not only did he spy on things that he didn't know before, nor was he flattered that Mr. Ryosuke would tell him about those things, but he was worried... He went back to ten years ago and caused a series of changes, and might even change that. The end of a dangerous showdown.

Plan D can be advanced, the date of his entry into the professional arena can also be advanced, and he can also have Mr. Ryosuke, the navigator he has dreamed of.

But he dared not imagine that the result of the decisive battle between Hojo and Mr. Ryosuke might change because of this.

If he is destined to be frightened, it is better for him to make his own decision boldly and run this trip on behalf of Mr. Liangjie.

As a serious car accident that destroyed his career, and never gave up on himself, but faced his own destiny, Takumi Fujiwara actually couldn't empathize with Rin Hojo.

He made a wrong decision because of a momentary self-righteousness, which led to disastrous results, but besides banishing himself, he would only abuse his driving skills and crazily vent his anger on innocent others... not only Liang who was hated by him to the bone Mr. Jie, or other passers-by who were hit for no reason, such an irresponsible behavior that despises life is unbearable for any mountain road racer.

All mountain road drivers know that once the car is driven on a mountain road at night and the speed of the car is increased above the speed limit, a default rule that should be fulfilled.

That is - if it is his own poor skills, then he will die, but he should definitely not cause trouble to normal passing vehicles.

Bunta Fujiwara listened in silence until Takumi Fujiwara said 'the talk is over' before he touched the cigarette case in his arms.

He didn't make a statement, and Fujiwara Takumi didn't mean to urge him at all.

He patiently waited for his father to think about it, and felt guilty at the same time: "I'm sorry, Dad, it's just someone with top-notch driving skills who can help me with this matter...I only thought of you."

"Humph."

The owner of the tofu shop, pleased by his son's seldom uttered the truth, began to swallow his clouds leisurely, while lazily replied: "This kind of trivial matter...you are so nervous."

"Dad?" Fujiwara Takumi's eyes lit up, and he understood the meaning of his words: "Did you agree?"

"nonsense."

Although according to his consistent insistence, this kind of competition between juniors should not be the turn of an old man like him to play.

But who made him only have such a stupid son with a brain?

And if that GTR is really like what the stupid son said, it will deliberately hit the car of passers-by, it will undoubtedly discredit the entire group of mountain road racers.

Under the premise of being able to prevent it, it should indeed not turn a blind eye.

Although I know that the stupid son will know this, there are probably some inside stories...

But Fujiwara Bunta didn't get to the bottom of it.

He just changed his sitting position impatiently, and urged: "When will you go?"

"Miss Kaori's death day is the night after tomorrow." Fujiwara Takumi replied, "It will be tomorrow night. By the way, there is one more thing that needs your help, Dad..."

"Hey, don't push yourself too hard."

Despite complaining so much, Fujiwara Bunta, who had a stinky face and was always awkward, still fulfilled the wish of this soft-hearted and stupid son with a conniving attitude.

Early the next morning.

--"BORROR car?"

Takahashi Ryosuke raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

He slowly withdrew his hands that were resting on the keyboard, his slender legs crossed loosely, and pushed the office chair back a little.

There was a thoughtful look in the dark blue eyes, and he quietly listened to Takumi's voice on the phone.

"Yes, I'm really sorry."

It was the first time for Takumi Fujiwara to tell such a big lie and to do such a big thing on his own initiative.

Even though he had made up his mind and persuaded his father to help him, when he really had to face Mr. Ryosuke, he was still stuttering nervously.

Fortunately, he is easily shy and least willing to bother others, which is deeply ingrained in everyone's eyes.

Now when he suddenly made this request, which in the eyes of any mountain rider, would need to be reconsidered, it was natural to feel uneasy.

"My dad's Subaru broke down and needs to be sent to the Suzuki repair shop for repairs for a few days. The Chamber of Commerce has activities again these days, and he needs to use the car a lot..." Takumi Fujiwara bite the bullet, talking about yesterday The lie planned in the evening: "But last night, Akiyama of the Saitama team said that he would definitely want to compete with me, so I can only be cheeky and borrow Mr. Ryosuke's FC."

Although Takahashi Ryosuke was surprised, he didn't have much doubt.

After all, it is not surprising that the two cousins ​​surnamed Akiyama would challenge Takumi because of their dedication to Takumi's technology and Takumi's inexplicable closeness to them.

"Of course." Takahashi Ryosuke did not wait for Takumi to say more, and agreed without hesitation: "Although I have a driving window period, Matsumoto has been doing the maintenance and maintenance of the FC, and the condition of the car has been maintained. Great. Do you need any suspension adjustments?"

Fujiwara Takumi hesitated for a moment, and replied blushingly: "...if possible."

"Since it's a partner," Takahashi Ryosuke said with a chuckle, "shouldn't be so alien. Do you want to transfer to my place, or to yours?"

"I'll just do it myself." After Fujiwara Takumi blurted out, he felt that the words were too rude, and quickly apologized: "No, that's not the meaning, just make some minor adjustments, and it will definitely not damage Mr. Ryosuke's love car."

Takahashi Ryosuke couldn't help laughing, and said warmly: "I will never misunderstand you. When Matsumoto is coming, I will let him drive FC directly."

If he really wanted to borrow a car for something, Fujiwara Takumi would never be embarrassed to bother Mr. Ryosuke to this extent.

But now he wants to do a big thing without telling Mr. Liangjie. In order to prevent exposure, it is of course better to avoid seeing Mr. Liangjie.

He hesitated for a while, and agreed embarrassedly: "Thank you very much, Mr. Ryosuke and Mr. Matsumoto... Then I will trouble you."

After the communication ended, Fujiwara Takumi only felt his legs go weak.

...It's really too bad to lie to Mr. Ryosuke.

Two and a half hours later, Matsumoto drove the FC to the front of the tofu shop.

"You really don't need my help?" Although Matsumoto was stunned by the exaggeratedly skilled young driver in front of him and vomited in public in embarrassment, he was still full of affection for him: "I'm free today."

"You really don't need to bother Mr. Matsumoto." Fujiwara Takumi quickly waved his hand: "I can do it myself, just some small changes."

Matsumoto smiled regretfully and didn't force him: "Well, if you change your mind, just call me and tell me."

After seeing off Shuichi Matsumoto, Takumi Fujiwara drove the FC to Suzuki's repair shop, where he adjusted the suspension wholeheartedly.

Although he has never run on the mountain road in Hakone, after searching the map and local tourist brochures, he generally knows that the slope is very steep, and the distribution of sharp turns is extremely dense when the downhill section is nearing the end.

This time his opponent will be a GTR-650 whose horsepower has been changed to a terrifying 32 horsepower, and the body has been extremely lightweight through titanium alloy in many places.

In addition to the almost impeccable car itself, the Hakone 'Reaper', who will be enraged by the white FC and thirsty for death, is definitely the most dangerous opponent he has ever fought... at least one of them.

When Fujiwara Takumi finally completed the suspension adjustment of FC alone, it was already six o'clock in the evening.

When he drove the FC back to the tofu shop, he saw a black GTR-32 had already appeared in front of the tofu shop earlier.

"Yo."

Sitting in the cab of the specially rented R-32, Bunta Fujiwara pressed the window and casually threw a bag of hot spring steamed buns that he just bought on the way at his idiot son, and casually held one in his mouth.

He said in a vague voice, "We can go."

Of course, it is impossible to park four cars in such a narrow place in front of the tofu shop—we can only temporarily occupy the space of the neighbor's house.

It takes two and a half hours at the fastest to drive from Gunma to Kanagawa.

If you use steamed buns for dinner, you can just digest them on the way.

"Ah."

Fujiwara Takumi closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, the bottom of his normally clear and bright brown eyes was as sharp as the blade of a simple scabbard that had just been pulled out: "Let's go."