Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

"Eh?!" PurpleShadow's current captain asked again in disbelief with a blank expression on his face: "No way, are the two seniors really going to play?"

"Well, if it's possible." Yoshino Hoshino said heartily, "Although I can only compete with Wentai the night after tomorrow... Before then, I still have to treat young guests from afar politely."

The probability of being severely taught by Wen Tai, an old monster, is almost 100%.

Before that, bully his son a little bit, at least to balance his mood a little bit.

Shirojima Jun also echoed with a light smile: "I'm sorry, although we may not be able to run away from you, but we still want to be willful once."

"Ah, seniors, don't say that." The captain was terrified: "How could we possibly compare to you two!"

"Don't be too modest," Yoshino Hoshino said with a smile, "I know about your excellent record on the grass track at the Tsukuba Circuit."

"Having moments of excitement and excitement is the secret to staying young and healthy." Toshiya Jojima said, "Just think of it as a whim of the middle-aged racers."

"I just thought that if the opponent is such a young kid, there is no need to bother the seniors to go out." The captain said at a loss: "Since it is the wish of the seniors, we will definitely not object."

"No, no, it has nothing to do with age." Yoshino Hoshino squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the old friend who was leaning against Impreza not far away, who was absent-mindedly puffing away: "Although it is unbelievable, the world is There are such a group of people who can make up for some of their lack of experience with their extraordinary talents. Our opponent tomorrow night is the son of Crazy Bunta, who is so fierce that he once made all his partners stand on end."

Even if his head is screwed off, he doesn't believe that Wen Tai will turn his only son into a mediocre hand.

It must have been tailor-made and ultra-professional racing training since childhood.

"Run well, Makoto." Yoshino Hoshino said with a smile, "If my GTR wasn't too suitable for running downhill, I might not be able to resist competing with your S2000 for the downhill race. I'm so curious What did Mrs. Wen teach his son to be?"

Although Fumta Fujiwara didn't say too much, and only said lightly that "it's still very tender", but if they really believed it, they would have known each other with black belly for so many years in vain.

"Of course." Shirojima Toshiya said slowly, "You are the one who has to be careful. After making such a fair condition, don't lose to the young man carelessly. Your opponent who drives the yellow FD, his skills seem to be It's also very good."

"Well. Don't worry."

Speaking of this, Hoshino couldn't help but walk towards the dazed Fujiwara Bunta again: "Want to go drink together, Bunta? It's rare for you to come to Ibaraki, so let me treat you no matter what! I know a very good izakaya , there are many young and beautiful ladies in it..."

"Oh, the good sauce is still the same."

Shirojima Toshi also rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, and walked over anyway.

Although he didn't have much interest in 'young and beautiful lady', Bunta Fujiwara, who was attracted by the wine in Ibaraki, was coaxed away by two old friends without hesitation for too long.

The venue was also specially vacated by the members of PurpleShadow who had been instructed by their seniors, and it was reserved for the two drivers of Project D to practice.

"It's the first time I've encountered this kind of situation." Watching the middle-aged drag racers walking away, Shi Hao couldn't help saying: "Our drivers are practicing intensively, but tomorrow's opponents are very concerned about our practice progress. I don't care, I even have the mood to drink together..."

It's unreasonable to relax, it can only be due to absolute confidence in strength.

"Let's not talk about Takumi," Takahashi Ryosuke said flatly, "That Hoshino-senpai will be the strongest opponent Keisuke has encountered since the beginning of Project D."

"Is that so?"

Shi Hao muttered to himself: "As expected of a person who can put forward favorable conditions for us as if nothing had happened."

Knowing that when the GTR runs downhill, it has to bear a burden far beyond that of the FD, Yoshino Hoshino still put forward the proposal of "mixed running uphill and downhill" as if nothing had happened.

It's not like a close match, it's more like a well-intentioned teaching match.

It really makes them very unhappy.

In a tense and delicate atmosphere, the two drivers of Project D practiced earnestly as always.

When the dark night was pushed away by the brilliance of dawn, the hot feeling that made it difficult to breathe became more intense.

"Let's practice here first."

Seeing that there were more and more ordinary vehicles on the road, Takahashi Ryosuke gave instructions without thinking: "Close the team and prepare to go to the hotel."

"Huh! The weather is too hot."

When Keisuke Takahashi got out of the car and strode towards ONEBOX, wanting to get bottled water from the refrigerator to replenish his water, his gaze fell on Takumi Fujiwara who also came to get water.

"..."

Since the incident last time, he couldn't look directly at the scene where Fujiwara Takumi and 'Bottled Water' appeared together at the same time.

His eyelids twitched, and he threw the bottle in his hand without hesitation: "Here."

"what."

Fujiwara Takumi was stunned for a moment, then he caught it reflexively: "Thank you."

"Well."

Takahashi Keisuke is hot and tired now, he hastily filled half of the bottle before he casually wiped off the water stains from the corners of his mouth.

He looked at Takumi Fujiwara, who did not know when, his movements of drinking water became gentle, exactly the same as his brother, and he couldn't help sighing: "It's such an incredible pressure. Those uncles don't look serious , but definitely a powerful character."

"Ah." Fujiwara Takumi paused for a moment before agreeing somewhat bluntly: "Yes."

"Stop pretending." Takahashi Keisuke raised his eyebrows, not being fooled by his insincere tone at all, and asked intently, "You don't feel the pressure at all, do you?"

"Uh……"

Fujiwara Takumi is really not good at lying, after a short hesitation, he nodded: "It really feels good."

Not only is he not sensitive to pressure all along, but it is not all because he is standing here and has ten years of driving and racing experience.

"The main reason is that they are too familiar with my dad." Fujiwara Takumi explained embarrassingly: "It's very dishonest to drink again...it's hard to feel nervous."

Even if he knew rationally that his father was really strong—he came back ten years later, he didn’t have the confidence to defeat the super strong man on Mount Qiuming.

But no matter who it is, watching the so-called "car god" smoking cigarettes and reading newspapers every day, being lazy at work, and being diligent only after embezzling family savings to drink, it is impossible to give birth to any admiration.

"Tsk."

Takahashi Keisuke pouted.

Although I am very upset that among the two drivers who are both plan D drivers, he is the only one who is so nervous...

But I have to admit that this guy is right: "Okay."

"What are you talking about?"

Shi Hao came over and urged with a smile: "Everything is packed, go back to the car, the homestay is at the foot of the mountain."

When he came to the hotel, Takumi Fujiwara stared at the key in his hand, and couldn't help but be stunned.

——"I sleep in a room alone?"

He looked at Mr. Liangjie who nodded slightly in puzzlement, feeling a little depressed and uneasy.

He couldn't ask in front of everyone who seemed to be tacitly aware of this, so he held back the question, and after deliberately lagging behind everyone who went back to their rooms, he gently tugged Mr. Liangjie next to him: "Why? "

Since the beginning of Project D, hasn't he been sleeping with Mr. Ryosuke?

Although it was Mr. Keisuke who was in the same room as Mr. Ryosuke this time, not someone else...but it was still too strange.

In addition to Fujiwara Takumi, Takahashi Keisuke was also hit hard.

When he heard the bad news that he was going to share a room with his eldest brother, he was in a bad mood.

"Because the weather tonight will be much hotter than usual." Takahashi Ryosuke explained gently: "In such an environment, the opponent is a powerful senior, so you must ensure that you have enough energy to deal with it." .”

"However," Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help saying, "Even if I'm in the same room with Mr. Ryosuke, I can definitely rest well."

It is probably a habit developed by long-term lack of sleep. Even in an unfamiliar environment, or even a narrow bucket seat that cannot be completely put down, he can fall asleep within a few minutes.

Takahashi Ryosuke smiled lightly.

"You really don't know?"

he whispered.

Before the stunned Fujiwara Takumi could speak again, he calmly stopped when he came to the door of the room the other party was assigned to: "Here we are."

Fujiwara Takumi stopped subconsciously, and looked up at the house number in front of him——

"what!"

Caught off guard, he called out very shortly.

The handsome face of the leader of Project D was reflected in the soft and bright tea-brown eyes.

A slender and powerful arm passed around behind him at some point, and it was slightly tightened, allowing the two bodies in dark shirts and white short sleeves to fit together very closely.

It seemed to evoke the deep memory of what happened in the seaside hotel on Sunday night. He obviously hadn’t done anything yet, but just feeling the distinct heat, he felt a sense of electricity that made him tremble slightly, climbing up his back. .

What came from not far ahead was the laughter of the companions who had already entered the room, which seemed hazy through the door panel.

In a public place where people could accidentally see him at any time, he was imprisoned by the palm clasped behind his head, his white fingers were pressed between the soft hair, and the cool thin lips pressed gently.

What is conveyed is a very gentle touch, which means extremely restrained strength.

But Fujiwara Takumi, who was sticking to the dry lips and gradually becoming moist, could vaguely taste the inside... also mixed with the unscrupulous and corrosive beast breath that made him uncomfortable all day.

"do you understand?"

When this kiss, which seemed to last for a long time, was finally ended gently with the force of the slow release and the distance gradually opened, Takahashi Ryosuke's voice was hoarse and ascetic.

He stared intently at the dazed Fujiwara Takumi, and said with a chuckle, "What I was worried about was never whether you could fall asleep."

After a pause, he said the second half of the sentence calmly: "It's me, maybe I can't hold back."