Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

When Fujiwara Takumi returned home, Fumiya Fujiwara closed the shop too early, and was sitting comfortably in the living room with a cigarette in his mouth, listening to the TV and reading the newspaper.

After his son opened the door and came in, he didn't even lift his head, and after mumbled "noodles are in the kitchen, heat them by yourself" with a cigarette in his mouth, he continued to focus on reading the newspaper.

"okay."

When Fujiwara Takumi came to the kitchen, he was not surprised to see a piece of half-baked plain noodles, which seemed to be covered with a little cigarette ash.

It is not difficult to imagine that his father was smoking leisurely while cooking, and the ash accidentally fell into it.

He put the noodles in the frying pan as usual, added some water casually, turned on a small fire to let it heat up, and then rushed to the second floor in a hurry.

Fujiwara Bunta was a little baffled by his big movement, and couldn't help but glanced out of the corner of his eye, but only caught the afterimage of him rushing upstairs.

In less than 5 minutes, seeing that the temporarily added noodle soup was about to boil, and when the noodle was about to turn from half paste to full paste, Takumi just came down.

Fujiwara Bunta caught a glimpse of his son's eccentric behavior from the corner of his eye, which surprised him so much that he choked on a few puffs of cigarettes.

"Cough cough cough-"

He put the cigarette away in embarrassment, coughed a few times, and then washed away some of the pungent smoke: "What the hell are you dressed up for!"

It turned out that Takumi rushed upstairs just now, and in just 5 minutes, he completed the action of undressing, taking a shower, and changing into new clothes.

Fujiwara Takumi usually doesn't care about his clothes. He probably feels that his family is poor and earns very little money from part-time jobs, so he only wears T-shirts and trousers and shorts bought by the dozen at discounts in shopping malls.

If you really want to talk about the style, it can be called casual at best.

But at this moment, what Takumi was wearing was a formal suit prepared in advance for the graduation ceremony according to the requirements of the school...

Even Takumi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by his father with the eyes of hell in the daytime.

The reason why he took a shower to change into the only formal attire was because he thought that every time Mr. Ryosuke saw him, he would be well-dressed and in a suit and leather shoes.

If nothing else, this should be his first meeting with Brother Takahashi.

Out of a little subtlety, he didn't want to be as sloppy and casual as before, at least he wanted to be a little more serious.

While trying his best to ignore Wentai's strange gaze, he poured the noodles from the pan into the bowl, and talked about other things: "Can't you pay attention when you cook the noodles, the soot is thrown in again."

Fumta Fujiwara shook open the newspaper, and pushed back angrily: "Choose and choose, if you don't want to eat, make it yourself."

Takumi fought back decisively: "It's always been done in turns, it's clear that you didn't do well this time."

Although the cooking skills of both father and son are equally bad, at least his cooking is rarely mushy and there will be no soot.

Fumta Fujiwara was more decisive and stopped talking directly, pretending to concentrate on reading the newspaper.

Takumi himself didn't really want to condemn his father, seeing that the topic was successfully changed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm gonna start now."

After wolfing it down, he, who was never picky about food, ate up the bowl of noodles under Fumta Fujiwara's unbearable gaze.

"I'm done eating."

He announced calmly, and after rinsing his mouth in the bathroom, he said to Mrs. Wen who had stopped looking at him: "Dad, I want to borrow a car to go to Chicheng."

"Akagi?"

Fumta Fujiwara asked unexpectedly, raised his eyes and glanced at Takumi who looked serious, and didn't ask further.

He threw the key over directly: "As long as you remember to come back on time to deliver the goods, I don't care where you go."

"Well," Takumi caught it, "Thank you."

Before walking out, he suddenly thought of something, so he stopped, turned around and said to his father: "By the way, Dad, I will spend a lot more time using the car in the future, and the oil and tires will also be used up. So the money You really don’t need to give me the money, just use it to pay for these.”

"Don't talk too much, brat." Fumi Fujiwara snorted impatiently, "Do you really think I'm poor? That little bit of gasoline and tires won't be enough for you."

He was still vicious, but Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help smiling.

Before his dad found out about this and became furious, he quickened his pace and started the car at [-]:[-].

Just as he expected, the traffic flow in Gunma County has dropped sharply since 09:30.

Not to mention traffic jams along the way, we didn't even encounter a few red lights, it was surprisingly smooth.

At five past ten, he had arrived at the foot of Chicheng Mountain.

As the best drag racing spot in the vicinity, Chicheng Mountain is 1828 meters above sea level, and its slope is even stronger than his home field, Qiu Ming Mountain.The first half of Qiu Mingshan is relatively gentle, with more straight roads, and the second half is the steep slope area, which is dominated by frequent and dangerous hairpin turns.

Chicheng Mountain is completely opposite to Qiu Mingshan in terms of the distribution of curves.

In addition, there is an S-shaped continuous turning road in the middle section of Chicheng, and the connecting road section between the curves is very short.This also means that the driver must concentrate a lot of energy to deal with the continuous bang corners, and if he is not careful, he will fall to the bottom.

Such a mountain road is undoubtedly very challenging, so that there is an endless stream of local mountain road riders who come here for racing.

The small fame of Chicheng Mountain Road also means that the major teams that can occupy it are generally of good level, which is not comparable to that of other mountain road drivers on other small hills.

Among them, the former Akagi White Comet-Ryosuke Takahashi personally established the Redsuns Red Sun team as the leader.

After Fujiwara Takumi came to the foot of Mount Akagi, he immediately realized that his previous worries were unnecessary.

As the Chicheng Mountain Road at about ten o'clock on Friday night, although it is not as lively as Saturday night, it is still full of cars, and the mountain is full of high-speed engine sounds one after another.

Fujiwara Takumi drove an unremarkable AE86, and when he went up the hill in a regular manner, he saw several high-powered cars whizzing past him racing.

The 86 he is driving now is just the original 1.6-liter non-turbo 4A-G engine tuned by Wentai himself, and has not undergone any major changes in the true sense.

On the uphill section with a certain amount of horsepower, even if the car god is reborn, it is impossible to rely on the weak 86 to cross the limit of the horsepower—unless the opponent's level is too bad.

Fujiwara Takumi is naturally clear about this.

He came here for Mr. Ryosuke and Mr. Keisuke this time, and it is impossible for him to intervene in other people's games indiscriminately, so he deliberately avoided it.

He propped his hand under the window of the car to support his chin, and held the steering wheel with the other hand, calmly driving towards the top of the mountain.

In the eyes of others, this truck with "Fujiwara Tofu Factory" printed on its body is so leisurely that it is impossible for it to be a racing driver, and it is more like a simple passerby.

This old delivery car did not attract many people's attention, and it came to the top of the mountain slowly.

The yellow FD-3S is extra eye-catching under the illumination of street lights, just like its owner.

Takumi Fujiwara, who was so conspicuous that he had just climbed to the top of the mountain, saw it at a glance.

His eyes brightened slightly, and he quickly stopped the car on the side of the road, opened the door and got out of the car, and began to look around.

He is really lucky: Although the Red Sun team gathers at the top of the mountain every day, most of the time they are practicing or discussing each other on the road, and there is not much time to really park the car on the side to chat.

The arrogant Keisuke Takahashi with short yellow hair was lazily leaning on his favorite car FD, with his hands tightly folded, listening to the excited chatter of Nakamura Kenta next to him.

Kenta Nakamura admired Keisuke Takahashi a lot before he joined the team, and then he even brazenly called himself his apprentice and stuck behind him all day long.

Takahashi Keisuke probably has a good sense of him, although he never admits it, but he will not deliberately deny the term "disciple".

Even if he was ridiculed by others and said "not so much an apprentice, but a younger brother", Nakamura Kenta didn't care.

What he excitedly told Takahashi Keisuke was that the Chiri team would start an expedition to the major convoys in the county tomorrow: "Mr. Keisuke, as the second leader of our team, will definitely go to the autumn Name it!"

"Yeah." Takahashi Keisuke replied casually: "Brother will also go."

He neither knows nor cares what opponent he will be compared with.

Anyway, the almighty elder brother is worried about it, so he just needs to drive forward without distraction and fulfill his elder brother's wish.

"Wow, yes!" Although Shi Hao had already received the answer, Takahashi Keisuke personally confirmed it, and Nakamura Kenta clenched his fists in excitement: "Mr. Ryosuke and Mr. Keisuke are dispatched, tomorrow—— —”

"Sorry to bother you."

The words of Kenta Nakamura were suddenly interrupted by an unfamiliar voice.

The other members of the Red Sun team who were chatting beside the two of them were surprised to find that a person with a face as tender as a high school student and a young voice walked over without a sound .

He was wearing a formal suit that looked out of season in this May weather, with a serious face, and went straight to Takahashi Keisuke.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Keisuke Takahashi?"

Fujiwara Takumi looked directly at his friend who had fought side by side for more than a year, swallowed a mouthful of nervous saliva, and asked straight to the point.

Takahashi Keisuke narrowed his eyes, looking him up and down unabashedly.

Very young, probably just got a driver's license?

He glanced at the unfamiliar AE86 not far away.

It's not local, at least I haven't seen it in Chicheng generation.

Before Kenta Nakamura couldn't hold back any longer and questioned him, Keisuke Takahashi calmly answered his question: "Well, it's me. What's your name?"

Takahashi Keisuke's willingness to talk to the other party has already made the other members of the Red Sun team look surprised and looked at each other in blank dismay.

They more or less know that Keisuke used to be the boss of the bosozoku clan. Even though he obeyed his brother Ryosuke and changed his temper a lot, the hostility in his temper still cannot be erased.

Moreover, Keisuke is famous for having a clear distinction between likes and hates. For those who don't like to talk to him, he won't say a word, and let the people around him send them away.

Now he is willing to take the initiative to ask a strange brat's name?

"I'm Fujiwara Takumi."

Neither was clearly in the habit of shaking hands.

Takumi stood up straight, but due to the height difference between him and Keisuke Takahashi by a full nine centimeters, even though Keisuke leaned on the FD with slightly bent legs, he was slightly taller than him.

After self-introduction, Takumi raised his eyes slightly, and continued the greeting procedure in his eyes, without realizing that this was almost equivalent to a direct declaration of war: "Can I compete with you?"

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Keisuke and Ryosuke are both 183, Takumi 174, official information.