Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

86, who had just experienced the fierce battle of Usui that night, was left in the garage of Takahashi House as agreed before.

Just wait until tomorrow morning, let the technician install the PI system.

Before exiting the garage, Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help but look back a few more times.

Although in his mind, there is no more important existence than the AE86 that he can't forget, the 86 that he and his father have adjusted in turn is definitely a downhill weapon...

But the old black and white body of the 86, when mixed with two new mountain sports cars and three business luxury cars, looks out of place no matter how you look at it.

...Probably, it exudes the air of poverty emanating from his master.

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Takumi felt an inexplicable guilty conscience.

Fortunately, Mr. Ryosuke didn't listen to him completely, and really left FC in the tofu shop.

Instead, before returning from Ubing, I called the technician who lived nearby to drive the FC back.

Otherwise, if he leaves 86 at Takahashi House, he will have to face the troublesome dilemma that FC is still parked at the tofu shop, and he has to run back and drive over.

Just when Fujiwara Takumi was distracted, Takahashi Ryosuke suddenly said, "Takumi? Where are you going?"

"what."

Interrupted by Mr. Ryosuke's words, Takumi told the truth without hesitation: "Go to the station for a ride."

Before he came, he had observed that as long as he walked less than one kilometer, he could walk to the station.

It's just that I don't know if I can catch the last train after eleven o'clock in the evening.

Although Takumi was a little worried in his heart, it didn't show on his face at all.

After hearing this answer in a natural tone, Takahashi Ryosuke was stunned in a rare way.

"Takumi." Takahashi Ryosuke couldn't help stroking his forehead, and said with a smile: "Even a careless person like Keisuke would not make a rude move to let you go back by yourself after leaving behind your post-86 generation."

"What is it, brother?"

As soon as Keisuke Keisuke keenly caught the sound of the 86 exhaust pipe, Keisuke Takahashi rushed down from the bedroom on the second floor. Just as he unscrewed the handle of the garage door, the door opened a crack when he heard his name.

For his elder brother who he has always admired the most, Takahashi Keisuke, who was poked into a sore spot, was a little bit ashamed, but he swallowed his words of protest sullenly: "I'm not that careless..."

"You shouldn't have wronged you, Keisuke." Takahashi Ryosuke turned his head slightly and asked Keisuke calmly: "Did Akagi end so early?"

"Well, that poor guy took people down the mountain after running less than ten times." Keisuke Takahashi shrugged: "Although the team member who timed the corner said he was in the hands of the FF driver, he was considered a good runner." It’s not bad, and it’s obviously hiding its strength.”

But for the well-informed RedSuns players, at that level, it should be possible to catch a few of the first-line players.

Not to mention the comparison with captain Takahashi Ryosuke, or vice-captain Takahashi Keisuke.

The only thing that shocked all members of RedSuns to the point where they have nothing to say is so far only the Panda 86 that turned out in Qiu Mingshan.

Not only because he personally shattered the pride of Chicheng, the undefeated myth of that lone white comet.

But for another reason that they defaulted to.

As long as anyone has ever witnessed such a four-wheel drift that seems to be arbitrary, but is actually precise and perfect, even if it is just once... it is destined to be unforgettable and unforgettable.

"is it?"

Takahashi Ryosuke obviously didn't care about Shoji Shingo's performance. After listening, he only responded lightly, and then looked at Fujiwara Takumi who had returned to a daze state again: "Takumi, get in the car."

"Eh?" Takumi was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands: "It's really unnecessary, Mr. Ryosuke, I can go back by myself—"

Takahashi Keisuke frowned, staring closely at Takumi who was trying to decline politely, and suddenly muttered "It's really long-winded".

Before his elder brother Ryosuke could speak to persuade Takumi, he stretched out his right hand very bluntly, and opened the FC co-driver's door at once.

Before that natural daze could react, he relied on the strength contained in his solid muscles to forcefully stuff this somewhat thin guy inside.

"Isn't that enough?"

Takahashi Keisuke closed the car door neatly, turned around and left in a cool manner.

For him, helping means simply and rudely stuffing people in.

After that, just leave it to the elder brother.

Keisuke Takahashi stretched casually, and walked straight to the inner door of the garage.

Anyway, the eldest brother has always been very good at handling that fierce little monster with dual personalities that is shy at every turn.

Takumi Fujiwara, who has already sat in the FC, is indeed impossible to go out again.

That would seem too polite, too ignorant...

Although Mr. Ryosuke didn't say it directly, Takumi, who has always been dull, still noticed that Mr. Ryosuke didn't seem to want him to be too rude and polite.

really.

Whether Mr. Ryosuke ten years ago or Mr. Ryosuke ten years later, they are all good people who couldn't be more dazzling.

Fujiwara Takumi sighed in his heart, thanked Mr. Ryosuke embarrassingly, and then obediently fastened his seat belt, waiting to be sent home by FC.

When starting the engine, Takahashi Ryosuke suddenly turned his face sideways, and a pair of dark blue eyes stared at him with an unclear expression.

"Uh, Mr. Ryosuke." Takumi Fujiwara subconsciously corrected his sitting posture while being scrutinized, and asked in a low voice, "Did something happen?"

To Takumi's confusion, Mr. Ryosuke did not explain.

Without even opening his mouth, he naturally turned his gaze back to the front, and FC immediately started to leave the garage.

Mr. Ryosuke didn't answer, and Fujiwara Takumi, who was not so curious, didn't think about asking.

The FC is very quiet, except for the characteristic sound of the rotary engine, there is no other sound.

After the initial embarrassment, Takumi, who was originally reticent, gradually calmed down and began to look at the street lights passing by outside the window.

Takahashi Ryosuke drove the FC carelessly, still thinking about what happened just now.

Keisuke from the intuitive department has always had a straightforward temper, and his style of doing things is also impatient and rude.

It is also because of this personality trait that it has been difficult for him to make obvious progress in the throttle control technique, which is the most delicate and patient.

But for Takumi Fujiwara, who seems to have an extremely gentle temper, but has an unexpectedly stubborn side, that bit of recklessness can have a good effect.

Takahashi Ryosuke looked calm, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

On the ordinary road near twelve o'clock, the traffic flow is already very small, and the speed of FC is much faster than that of ordinary cars, which greatly shortens the normal driving time.

When the white FC stopped in front of Fujiwara Tofu Square, Fujiwara Takumi did not get off the car immediately.

Instead, he looked at the door vigilantly, and he was relieved when he saw that the door was closed and the lights inside were not on.

He always felt that after his unscrupulous father saw him getting off the FC, he might say some nonsense again.

Without the trouble of explaining to his father, he felt relieved, and turned his head to thank Takahashi Ryosuke: "Thank you, Mr. Ryosuke, for sending me off for the special trip."

"Thank you too?" Takahashi Ryosuke chuckled and said in a low voice, "Good night, Fujiwara Takumi."

For some reason, Fujiwara Takumi's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably after hearing the deep and pleasant "good night".

Well.

Sure enough, Mr. Ryosuke is so handsome and has a very nice voice.

After frankly accepting this reason, Fujiwara Takumi replied "Good night" earnestly before opening the door and getting out of the car.

He walked a few steps and stood in front of the tofu shop, but he didn't rush to take out the key to open the door and go in.

Instead, he waited obediently until he watched the white FC turn around and leave, and then slowly walked into the house.

——"Did you go to the Usui competition tonight?"

When passing through the dark small hall, the sudden sound of father's voice almost scared the absent-minded Takumi out of his wits.

"Wow!"

Fujiwara Takumi pushed back three steps, and hit the wall with a "bang".

"What are you doing?"

Bunta Fujiwara, who came out of nowhere, turned on the light without a word, and looked at the idiot son who was squatting on the ground with his head covered, probably hit hard: "As for being so scared?"

Fujiwara Takumi gasped for air while "hissing", and complained weakly: "You are at home, why don't you turn on the light!"

"Idiot, just tripped the switch."

Although Fujiwara Bunta looked impatient, he squatted down and squinted his eyes to check Takumi who seemed to have been hit hard: "Hey, are you okay? Are you going to the hospital?"

Hearing the word hospital was enough for Takumi to shake his head and refuse.

After nearly 10 minutes, Fujiwara Takumi finally got over his breath, and looked at his father who had returned to the living room, smoking a cigarette and reading newspapers on TV at the same time: "By the way, Dad, it's like As I told you earlier, I'm going to borrow your Impreza to deliver tonight."

"The key is in the old place, take it yourself."

Fujiwara Bunta said without raising his head.

"Well, then I'll go to bed first."

Fujiwara Takumi glanced at the location he mentioned, and was relieved when he saw that the key of Impreza was indeed there.

It's just that he just finished saying this, and when he was about to go upstairs on his own, he heard the unscrupulous old man snorting for no reason.

"..."

What are you laughing at?

Fujiwara Takumi looked over hesitantly.

Probably aware of his pause, Fumita Fujiwara leisurely put out the cigarette he was smoking, and said slowly, "Have you not slept enough?"

"Ah." Fujiwara Takumi asked inexplicably, "Isn't it a normal bedtime?"

What Fujiwara Bunta said the next moment directly cracked him up on the spot.

"The smell of perfume is so obvious on the body." As an experienced person, Fujiwara Bunta snorted again, and said firmly: "I just slept with a woman."

"--what are you talking about!"

Fujiwara Takumi's eyes widened, and his hair exploded instantly.

With a red face, he was almost trembling with embarrassment: "Low-level, lecherous, vulgar old man!!!"

After throwing down the call angrily, he rushed back upstairs.

Because of this, he didn't know that Fumiya Fujiwara behind him froze for a rare moment, showing an obviously depressed expression on his face for the first time.

This silly son of his family still maintains an unbelievable innocence ten years later, can he scare away even such a tentative joke?

As for the words that scolded him just now...

Fujiwara Bunta let out a loud "tsk".

Think of it as an idiot son and praise him.