Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

This is undoubtedly Keisuke Takahashi's idea, which was smashed and rebuilt the most night.

As the second leader of the RedSuns, he was first crushed by a high school student with his driving skills and had no room to resist.

Then he sat in the co-pilot of his opponent and witnessed a perfect drift that was obviously not at his level.

Before he could recover from this series of blows, he heard his always omnipotent elder brother personally say the words that convinced him to lose.

What he couldn't accept the most was that this kind of powerful driving skills that couldn't be worse even in the professional arena... unexpectedly... was sent out by giving away tofu!

Keisuke Takahashi, who had been holding back all night, rushed to his elder brother's room early the next morning, and asked with a look of disbelief, "He actually said outrightly that 'you must hide from the police if you drive without a license'! "

If this can be understood, there will be ghosts!

"Keisuke," Takahashi Ryosuke looked at his manic younger brother gently, "Strictly speaking, what Takumi said is not wrong."

Takahashi Keisuke choked.

What the drivers who are obsessed with mountain roads tacitly know is that even the so-called mountain road races where even unknown people can rely on their skills to make a difference are not fair at all.

Cars, modifications, fuel, tires... there is nothing that does not burn money.

Behind the Gaoqiao brothers is the financially strong Gaoqiao Hospital, which is of course more than enough to provide entertainment for the two of them on the car.In the RedSuns team, there are even two OneBoxes as a logistics supply all year round, which are equipped with tires suitable for various roads and weathers, and the attendants can help replace FC and FD.

But for most ordinary people who have to work hard during the day and can only squeeze out time to run the mountain road at night, and fantasize about one day they can soar into the professional circle, they are often so embarrassed that they even have to pay for gas every day. Save money on meals.

The kind of situation where you need to take a small loan even to change a tire, and don't dare to think about it without saving money for three or four years for major modifications, is everywhere in the circle of mountain road drivers.

"Of course I know this." Keisuke Takahashi, as a former bosozoku, is certainly not an idiot who doesn't even know the lives of ordinary people.He scratched his hair irritably, and muttered: "But he's not a fish."

An unbelievably young opponent who already possesses a strength that even he and his elder brother can't match, and even an opponent who has no faults in his character... How can those ordinary and playful drivers deserve to be compared with him?

He felt uncomfortable all over when he thought that there was Fujiwara Takumi, who was supposed to be shining, among the inconspicuous crowd who were busy with their lives all day long.

Takahashi Ryosuke said lightly: "Keisuke, why don't you think that delivery may be just one of his many reasons for practicing driving?"

Whether there is a specific purpose or not, the best way to hone your skills is to do more driving on mountain roads away from heavy traffic.

The absurd reason for giving away tofu is just incidental.

Takahashi Keisuke nodded hesitantly, tentatively acknowledging the reason, his expression still not relieved.

Takahashi Ryosuke did not continue to pay attention to his emotions, but fell into the memories himself.

Thinking of the young man who blushed frequently with shyness due to his superb driving skills, he couldn't help but smile, and said firmly, "He can never deliver goods all the time."

Such a dazzling talent is destined to attract the attention of the whole world and be praised by everyone.

Perhaps it was because the driver himself was too ignorant to show it for a while, but Ryosuke Takahashi believed that someone who could cultivate such a talented driver behind his back could not have a plan for this.

Takahashi Ryosuke turned the chair back to face the computer, and after deftly inputting a series of commands, the relevant parameters of the Panda AE86 from last night suddenly popped up on the screen.

After running most of the downhill behind AE86, it is impossible for him to gain nothing.

He now understands that the data of the car itself, except that it has achieved a miraculous overall balance in terms of tuning and is very suitable for the downhill section of Mount Akina, its performance is definitely far inferior to the ever-changing new models.

And even if it is adjusted... After learning from Keisuke that the 86 is usually used as a truck to deliver tofu, he also solved a doubt in his heart.

The tuning master made some deliberate sacrifices to keep the crumbly tofu in the trunk stable.

For the downhill slope of Mount Akina, the ideal state should be to put the car in a state where it is easy to fall into understeer once the accelerator is stepped on vigorously.

In this way, the driver of the 86 can step on the accelerator pedal more heartily and make extreme operations on dangerous downhill roads.

Takahashi Ryosuke showed a thoughtful expression.

He picked up the cup of coffee next to the mouse, took a sip absently, and quickly made a decision.

If you really encounter a situation where the probability is very small, the person behind Fujiwara Takumi has no long-term plan...

It is impossible for him to sit idly by.

Letting Fujiwara Takumi's talent be confined in the small world of Gunma County is an intolerable violence.

Even if it would irritate the other party, he still had to meddle in his own business and arrange it until he pushed Fujiwara Takumi onto the world stage with his own hands.

"Takumi—hey! Takumi—!"

Fujiwara Bunta shouted impatiently downstairs.

Unaware that Mr. Ryosuke and Mr. Keisuke were still talking about their own affairs, Takumi Fujiwara, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up mercilessly by his father.

The habit of getting up from long-term deliveries allowed him to get up neatly before his brain woke up.

"What's the matter."

Fujiwara Takumi put on his slippers sleepily, yawned, and walked slowly downstairs.

For hard-working senior high school students, Sunday is the only precious rest day in a week, even if they sleep until noon, it is not too much.

In particular, Takumi Fujiwara has to work part-time after school. After part-time work, he usually has to get up at three o'clock in the morning to deliver goods... Every Sunday, he usually doesn't sleep until past eleven o'clock, so he won't be willing to get up.

"You still ask me what's wrong?" Fumta Fujiwara was affected by the hangover headache, and his tone was much ruder than usual: "The phone keeps ringing, it's for you!"

"Telephone? Haha." Takumi yawned, his eyes still haven't fully opened: "It must be Ah Shu."

There are only a few pitiful people in the social circle, and he really can't think of anyone who will call him on the day off.

He quickly moved to the phone, picked up the microphone that his father had put aside, and asked lazily, "Hello, Ashu?"

However, what came through the receiver was not Ah Shu's yelling as he had imagined.

After a brief silence, a deep and pleasant male voice clearly entered Fujiwara Takumi's ears: "Is this Fujiwara Takumi? This is Takahashi Ryosuke."

Fujiwara Takumi's eyes widened in astonishment, and he woke up instantly: "Mr. Ryosuke!"

"After returning to Chicheng last night, it was too late to see the time, so I didn't call because I was worried about disturbing you." Takahashi Ryosuke said gently: "Listening to the movement just now, it seems that I still woke you up? Sorry."

"No, no."

When Mr. Ryosuke found out that he stayed in bed until eleven o'clock, Fujiwara Takumi felt extremely ashamed.

He stood up straight, thankful that Mr. Ryosuke on the other end of the phone couldn't see his nervousness, and lied clumsily: "I was getting up soon."

"Really?" Takahashi Ryosuke chuckled, and continued: "I'm calling this time, but there's nothing important about it, I just want to formally thank you."

grateful?

Fujiwara Takumi was a little dazed: "No, I didn't do anything to be grateful for."

"It's because you are too modest." Takahashi Ryosuke's slightly smiling voice came from over there: "Not only Keisuke wants to thank you for your guidance to him last night, but I also want to thank you for agreeing to my presumptuous request at that time. , if possible, are you free to come out for a chat today?"

It was hard for Takumi Fujiwara to imagine how the stubborn and rebellious Mr. Keisuke said "I want to thank him" in the unhappy situation last night.

It was easier for him to believe that this was a reason thoughtfully made up for his younger brother by Mr. Ryosuke, who has always been gentle and polite.

Believe it or not, it is impossible for him to expose Mr. Ryosuke's rhetoric.

Faced with this invitation, he actually wanted to agree, but...

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Ryosuke." Fujiwara Takumi couldn't hide his frustration and said, "I'm afraid I can't do it today. I have to go to work at twelve o'clock at noon, and it won't end until evening."

The stationmaster Tachibana is very efficient. After confirming that he will leave the job before the summer vacation, he posted an advertisement to recruit new high school students to do part-time jobs.

It is said that ten people will go for interviews this morning, and at least two of them will be left behind.

For the induction training for newcomers, although Senior Ikegani must be the main one, Takumi must also help.

After all, it happened because he was about to leave his job. He was embarrassed to ask for leave suddenly, so he could only reluctantly refuse Mr. Ryosuke.

"Is that so? It's a pity." Takahashi Ryosuke sighed regretfully, and quickly asked again: "Tonight around four o'clock, can I meet you on Mount Akina?"

"I will." The delivery is a must. In fact, if it is not because there is class tomorrow, Fujiwara Takumi even wants to go up the mountain to find them after get off work: "I should go up the mountain at four o'clock."

"Okay." Takahashi Ryosuke said with a smile: "Then I won't delay your part-time job, see you later."

Fujiwara Takumi nodded subconsciously, and then realized that it was impossible for Mr. Ryosuke on the other end of the phone to see: "See you later."

After hanging up the phone, he was still standing beside the phone with a dazed expression, staring at the receiver in a daze.

The progress of things is really completely different from what it was ten years ago.

In the past, the first time he got Mr. Liangjie's contact information was before the start of Project D, when Mr. Liangjie wanted to invite him to join the team, he went to the gas station to find him.

This time, after the first meeting, Mr. Ryosuke took the initiative to ask him for his phone number, and he called him the next day.

I don't know what Mr. Ryosuke invited him out for a chat.

Fujiwara Buntaichi, who had just finished working in the store, came in and saw his stupid son blushing and staring stupidly at the phone.

He suddenly felt that one head and two big.

Who the hell does this silly boy look like?

Even though it is intellectually clear that Takumi is 28 years old psychologically, Bunta Fujiwara still cannot restrain his hands itching.

The next moment, he knocked on the head of the dazed idiot with his fist.

Unsuspecting, Takumi Fujiwara let out a scream of "ah", covered his head and knelt down to stare at him, and said angrily, "Bastard dad, what are you doing!"

Fumita Fujiwara looked at him sideways, and said slowly, "Hey, is the phone that pretty?"

Just looking at Takumi's fuzzy, blushing face...

If he wasn't the one who answered the phone first, he would have thought it was a woman on the other end of the phone!