Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

After finally dealing with the booing friends, Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

Of course, if you really want to say it, the credit has to be credited to Mr. Keisuke-the engines of R-34 and FD-3S have just finished warming up, which means that the uphill battle is about to start.

They deliberately drove two and a half hours from Gunma to Ibaraki to watch the battle. Of course, they had to hurry up and go to the corners they had found before to prepare to watch the battle.

Fujiwara Takumi saw that Mr. Ryosuke seemed to be still giving the final pre-war instructions to Mr. Keisuke, so he came to the No. [-] car and rummaged in the convenience store shopping bag on the passenger seat.

Of course, the bought bento had already been eaten up by the members of Project D who were physically exhausted, but the other bag contained snacks that are generally not touched by people.

Fujiwara Takumi took the bag of Snickers casually, and returned to the position of the folding bed.

At the same time, he also heard the sound of Shi Hao's countdown, and couldn't help turning his eyes to the two cars parked one after the other in front of the starting line.

I don't know if it's his illusion... I always feel that for a moment, I seem to meet Mr. Keisuke in the FD cab.

Fujiwara Takumi tilted his head uncertainly, without thinking too much.

"Humph."

Keisuke Takahashi squinted his eyes slightly, and looked away from the face of his old enemy who was sitting still with some satisfaction.

——This guy is not too heartless.

After the two cars shot out with great momentum, Fujiwara Takumi lowered his head and tore open the packaging of the Snickers bar, and took out a small strip of individually wrapped bars from it.

After tearing off the wrapping paper, he probably stuffed the whole thing into his mouth to be lazy, stuffing it full.

Just as he was chewing boredly, he suddenly heard the familiar sound of footsteps.

Mr. Ryosuke is here!

His eyes lit up slightly, he quickly speeded up his chewing, and soon swallowed the remaining chocolate in his mouth: "Mr. Liangjie."

The only trouble is that the Snickers bar itself is sticky, and he eats it in a hurry, feeling that there is still a lot of sticky sweetness left in his mouth.

"Ah."

Takahashi Ryosuke smiled helplessly.

He was used to Takumi adding the suffix of 'Mr.' to places where other players were present in order to conceal the relationship between the two, and this time he considerately did not correct him.

"Are you hungry?"

He glanced at the chocolate in Takumi's arms.

"Uh, no." Fujiwara Takumi was inexplicably embarrassed, and wanted to put the bag aside, but couldn't help but hold on tightly: "It's just that I have nothing to do while waiting, so I just take it... Would Mr. Ryosuke want a piece?"

Takahashi Ryosuke smiled.

Facing Fujiwara Takumi's proposal to change the topic stiffly, he neither agreed nor refused.

He only stared at Takumi seriously, and asked in the usual tone, "Is it sweet?"

"Eh?"

Fujiwara Takumi blinked, and replied a little confused: "Sweet."

After all, it's chocolate...it's not black chocolate, so it can be called sweet.

"Then I'll try."

As soon as the words fell, the handsome navigator naturally bent down, pressed the hand he wanted to hand over the chocolate, and pressed his cool lips to it without haste.

"Well!"

Frightened, Fujiwara Takumi let out a very short sound.

But under the confinement of the hands that circled behind his head at some point and gently passed through his hair, he quickly relaxed.

After staring at those dark blue eyes for a moment, he shyly closed his eyes before his whole body could not help but sink into them.

The slightly trembling teeth were gently pried open, and the somewhat greasy sweetness of the chocolate was carefully swept away by the polite intruder, who slowly tasted it.

Obviously this kiss didn't last too long, but Fujiwara Takumi felt it was very long - especially in this kind of place where he might be discovered at any time.

If it continues, his brain will probably turn into a sweet and greasy ball like chocolate that has been forgotten in the direct sunlight.

Fujiwara Takumi thought dazedly.

When he felt hot all over, and the remaining sweetness in his mouth was running out, replaced by the cool mint flavor, the lover let him go slowly.

The handsome man who made him turn red all over, smiled slightly at him, and politely commented on the chocolate: "It's really sweet...Thank you for the hospitality."

"Mr. Ryosuke!"

Fujiwara Takumi looked away in embarrassment, then simply lowered his head again.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before Takahashi Ryosuke was playing tricks on him in a serious manner, and a burst of footsteps that were different from those of the team members slowly approached.

"Takumi."

The person who soon appeared in front of them was Shunya Jojima, the opponent in the downhill battle just now.

He was obviously slightly puzzled by the somewhat abrupt picture of two people standing beside the folding bed, but he didn't pay attention to it. After politely nodding to the two, he asked straight to the point: "Would you mind listening to me a few words?" ?"

"Senior Jojima."

Fujiwara Takumi hurriedly bowed: "I am very happy."

"Ah, you don't need to put on such a serious posture," Jojima Jun also said with a smile, "I'm convinced that I lost. If I really want to say, besides age, I really don't have anything more than you right now. Already... I just want to ask you, with such good skills, you must be on the road of professional racing, right?"

Fujiwara Takumi nodded.

"That's good." Shirojima Toshiya heaved a sigh of relief, "I just discussed with Haochan and got Bunta's consent... Well, I heard Bunta say that you are working as a test driver for the Fuji Rapid Road Team Part-time job."

Speaking of this, he paused: "Of course, I am definitely not clear about the specific situation. But it is conceivable that as long as they are not blind, they must offer you very generous terms."

Fujiwara Takumi admitted without hesitation: "Yes."

"Then what I want to say now, although it sounds a bit vexatious... you should listen to it for now." Jojima Jun also hesitated to speak for a while, but he still said what he had prepared: "In the Fuji Speedway team, I actually There are also some people I know. This is an obvious emerging team that relies solely on the sponsorship of a consortium with strong financial resources. On the surface, it has achieved good results, but the background is really poor."

Only establishing a single corporate image in the team will greatly limit other opportunities for business cooperation, and it will be difficult to increase the level of fighting spirit, public relations and media exposure within the team.

Although it is possible to obtain very good short-term benefits through the A-level contract, judging from the fact that the Fuji Rapid Road team is eager to seek strong players to join and invest a lot of money, it is an absolutely utilitarian approach.

Once the results fall into a fluctuating low ebb, they may be mercilessly abandoned by the team.

For a new driver like Takumi Fujiwara who is talented but not necessarily stable, it is actually not a good thing to rashly join such a cruel environment.

Of course Jojima Jun also didn't know that standing in front of him was a former professional driver who had obtained WRC qualifications, had several years of experience in top competitions and won awards.

He generously contributed his contacts: "When the day you officially enter the professional racing world, I hope you will be more cautious before considering the Fuji Rapid Road team. If you don't mind, I will There are also some contacts in the Monster World team, and they are willing to introduce you. I believe that with your strength, they will be very interested in you."

Different from the emerging Fuji Rapid Road team, the Monster World team can definitely be called a veteran team with a stable ranking in the TOP3 in Tokyo.

"what."

Fujiwara Takumi was stunned, and lowered his head cautiously: "Thank you very much, if there is such a day, I will definitely think about it seriously."

Jojima Jun also breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, then I won't bother you."

After quietly watching the "hand of God" leave, Fujiwara Takumi's originally straight back slowly relaxed: "Sure enough, no matter what the situation is, seeing an uncle who is the same age as my father and is very good at driving , would feel a little nervous.”

Takahashi Ryosuke laughed: "Is that so?"

Before the bewildered Fujiwara Takumi could react, he added slowly: "I used to be very puzzled that Takumi was always a little nervous when facing me before...so he treated me like an uncle."

"No, no!"

Fujiwara Takumi waved his hands in a panic: "Of course not! The reason why I'm nervous when facing Mr. Ryosuke is just, uh."

In Takahashi Ryosuke's smiling eyes, his eyes wandered for a while, before admitting in a low voice: "It's just because you are so handsome."

It was only after the two officially started dating that he gradually got used to the face that was especially handsome when he saw it close up, being very close to him. He even kissed, hugged, and went to the love hotel to do the most intimate things...

"Ah." Takahashi Ryosuke smiled lightly: "Thank you very much."

Immediately afterwards, he said slowly in an extremely serious tone: "In my eyes, Takumi is also very dazzling and handsome."

Although on the surface, he was the navigator for the Fujiwara riders.

But in a real sense, Fujiwara Takumi is the leading star who guides him to leave the fog and walk towards his dream.

Due to the obstruction of the No. [-] car, Toshiya Jojima who had just left there didn't know that Fujiwara Takumi, who had just talked to him, had kissed his beloved navigator again.

He was still smoking a cigarette with him without saying a word, as if he was talking to Fujiwara Bunta who was wandering in the sky: "Bunta, have you really competed with your son?"

Fumita Fujiwara glanced at him unemotionally, and finally answered the question: "No."

"I can't accept that you still say 'too tender' at such a superb level." Jojima Jun also sighed helplessly: "If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it no matter what. That's a skill that an 18-year-old boy can possess...that kind of top-level professional-level concentration, coping sophistication, and well-tried skills, even if he is a person of our age, no one will doubt it."

Fumita Fujiwara hummed softly in an unclear manner.

That kid secretly raised his age by ten like cheating.

"The current professional world is not as benevolent as it was back then." Fumiya Fujiwara tapped the half-lit cigarette with his little finger too slowly, causing the long piece of soot to shatter: "Just by running fast, It is also very difficult to get a good team owner to come to the door."

You must also learn to fight for other opportunities - such as relying on your own charm and prestige to bring enough attractive opportunities to the team.

"For most people, that's right." Toshiya Jojima was optimistic, and didn't follow Bunta Fujiwara's words: "With Takumi's outstanding talent, if some teams miss it, it's because of the team's vision." Poor. Not being able to drive for such a team with no vision is a good thing."

"Besides," without waiting for Fujiwara Bunta to speak again, Jojima Toshi continued with a smile: "As a driver, Takumi may not need to worry about those trivial matters at all... According to you, the leader of Project D next to him seems to be Is it his regular navigator? He is a smart man with an excellent mind. If the relationship between the two is so good, they will try their best to plan for him in the future. Takumi only needs to concentrate on his own strength."

Unexpectedly, he was poked at the sore spot, and the veins on the forehead of Fujiwara Fumta twitched, and he couldn't help exerting a little force on the hand holding the cigarette.

Sure enough... I shouldn't have come to Ibaraki.

These two old friends are really more speechless than the other.