Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

In fact, the information obtained by the head of Dongtang is not accurate.

At this time, the three members of the Fuji Rapid Road Team who went up to Fujiwara Takumi had already arrived in Gunma County last night.

It was also them who met the observers from other teams when they went to Chicheng to watch the 86 match last night.

After seeing with their own eyes that even the old AE86 can perform such astonishingly difficult movements, and has an indescribably powerful charm in running style, they also saw in the facial expressions of the rival teams that they are bound to win. .

In the professional racing world, which is undergoing rapid renewal and supremacy of strength, both the racing car being driven and the driver driving the racing car are facing the pressure of being eliminated by stronger players at any time.

As much as the audience in the arena pursues the brilliant winner, they are indifferent to the inferior loser.

The same goes for the team—in order to deliver a record that satisfies the presidents behind the team who fund the team, they must behave like a shark that can catch the slightest smell of blood, and absorb the talented rookie drivers they have found into the team as soon as possible.

Signing a talented driver who has not yet become famous is undoubtedly the most cost-effective.

The signing fee is low and the loyalty is high. After a little training, it will be easier if you can make a name for yourself.

Even if you don't stay in the team to play for yourself, but sell it to other teams, you can still make a lot of profit from it.

But after seeing the neat and powerful running style of AE86, the expression on the face of the professional driver who was disapproving at the beginning has completely changed.

After listening to his report, the boss behind the Fuji Rapid Road team immediately issued an order: Even if the contract salary originally prepared was doubled, he must be snatched away.

Facing the completely enthusiastic attitude of the members of the Fuji Rapid Road Team, Fujiwara Takumi's reaction was very calm, and he was very tactful in dealing with it.

After all, the professional racing world that mountain drivers dream of is already the world that Takumi has been in for more than seven years.

He has won countless enviable honors in it, and he has also entered the top-level competitions. Of course, it is impossible for him to feel flattered by a small professional team from Tokyo.

Taking a panoramic view of Takumi's free response, Takahashi Ryosuke is still as calm as ever.

He smiled faintly, and stood beside Fujiwara Takumi, but did not intervene in the conversation between the two sides.

The weather at the end of May is already hot, especially after two o'clock in the afternoon when the sun is shining, it is obviously not a good idea to stand and chat on the open parking lot.

"It's better to go in first."

Daiki Ninomiya finally found his voice and was the first to realize this.

At the same time as he proposed, his unbelievable eyes were still stuck on the exaggeratedly young group of horse riders: "Our president is also waiting."

Regarding the host's proposal, the two pedestrians agreed without a doubt.

The lounge of Dongtang School is well air-conditioned, and the president of Dongtang, who was sitting in the exclusive lounge next door just now, got up at some point.

Sitting on one of the hard sofas, he raised his eyes and greeted casually: "Are you all here? Sit down quickly."

They were stunned for a moment, thanked him one by one, and sat down happily. "I'm sorry, I came here in a hurry this time, and I didn't have time to apply for the best car from above." The driver named Sakamoto kept his cropped hair and spoke in a serious manner: "Although I asked about your size, the racing suit I didn't order it so quickly, so I can only take the spare uniforms of the players who are closest to your size."

"Cough," the president of Dongtang said suddenly: "Don't worry about this, your president has already told me. When you do the test run, if you don't mind, you can drive the demonstration car of our Dongtang school. .”

"What?" Nigong Taihui couldn't help but said: "President! That's—"

Even the students from Dongtang School dare not touch it casually. It is a real chariot with such superior performance that it is terrifying!

President Dongtang glanced at him quickly, and said in a deep voice, "Be quiet, Dahui."

Ninomiya Daihui had no choice but to swallow the next words.

"Is that convenient? That would be great."

Seemingly realizing that the drivers in his team are stupid and not suitable for participating in diplomacy, the member of the Fuji Rapid team dressed as a management team quickly took the conversation: "Then after Mr. Fujiwara has a rest, let's start."

"I can do it anytime."

Takumi Fujiwara, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

Even if he was sitting on a sofa in a strange place, under the scrutiny of a group of people, his posture was always relaxed.

Fujiwara Takumi added in a calm tone: "Mr. Ryosuke has been driving the car on the way here. I have a good rest and can start at any time."

"Ah." He was so happy that he couldn't see the slightest nervous attitude, but it made the Fuji Express team stunned: "Then I will trouble you. President Todo, can I borrow the locker room?"

President Todo waved his hand briskly, but his eyes never moved away from Fujiwara Takumi, who was so calm that he hardly looked like a young man: "Of course. Daihui, you take them there."

"……Yes."

Ninomiya Daiki glanced at Sakai who nodded secretly to him, and responded uncomfortably.

"Well, can I trouble Mr. Ryosuke to wait here first?"

As soon as Fujiwara Takumi stood up, he thought of Takahashi Ryosuke who was sitting next to him. The calm and composed expression on his face suddenly changed back to a little stupefied anxiety: "I'll be out soon."

"Don't worry." Takahashi Ryosuke smiled lightly: "It's fine to take your time, I'll wait for you."

Fujiwara Takumi nodded happily, and left with Ninomiya Daiki and the Fuji Rapid team.

The figures of a group of people disappeared soon after entering the corridor.

When he heard the sound that symbolized the opening and closing of the locker room door, the president of Todo, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened one eye and looked at Ryosuke Takahashi with a calm expression: "So You are Takahashi Ryosuke. Most of the students in my school have heard of your name."

Ryosuke Takahashi nodded politely: "President Todo has praised you."

"I saw that group of old and cunning guys hiding their secrets, so I guessed it was an unknown newcomer." The president of Dongtang looked at the direction where the pedestrian disappeared, and said with great interest: "I didn't expect that it was a child who came here." , it's almost like a joke."

What's so special about a kid so young that he might be a high school student that he can attract the attention of the middle and upper-class rookie professional teams?

President Dongtang closed his eyes in enjoyment, as if he was expecting something: "It's really curious, what kind of fierce monster is hidden behind that face."

Takahashi Ryosuke slightly bent the corners of his lips, but did not answer.

For the answer to this question, he may be the most clear person in the world.

In the eyes of everyone, Fujiwara Takumi is a powerful car driver with beyond conventional understanding. He is also calm and calm when dealing with big scenes that can make ordinary people's legs weak. He can be called a unique and invincible genius born for racing.

It is also only when he is in front of him that he will show a shy, uneasy and innocent appearance... a cute person.

Without making the two people who stayed in the lobby wait too long, Fujiwara Takumi, who had changed into a green and white racing suit, reappeared in front of them.

"I kept you waiting, Mr. Ryosuke."

Fujiwara Takumi whispered.

He is obviously on the thin side, with a height of 174, neither tall nor short, and looks very well-proportioned overall.

The smallest of the racing suits Sakamoto had brought with him looked baggy.

Including the undershirt, the full racing suit is made of special fire-resistant materials, plus the safety helmet and Hans equipment that will be worn later, it is not comfortable to wear.

After putting on such equipment, he sat in the racing car assigned to him, while greeting the unfamiliar navigator, fastened the six-point wide-brimmed seat belt, and then held the steering wheel...

For Fujiwara Takumi, it used to be an ordinary day.

He is so familiar that it is no exaggeration that even if he does it with his eyes closed, he can complete it smoothly.

He had to say goodbye to his fellow fighters after that all-destructive car accident, and never got to wear it again.

Finally able to wear familiar equipment, even though Fujiwara Takumi had a firm determination not to rush into the professional world at this time, he couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

Takahashi Ryosuke raised his eyes slightly, his dark blue eyes stared at him quietly, but did not respond to these words.

Fujiwara Takumi was stunned.

Hey, is he dressed so strangely?

It seemed like a long time, until Takumi showed a bit of embarrassment on his face, Takahashi Ryosuke suddenly chuckled, and said softly: "I just didn't expect that the racing suit would suit you so well."

In fact, the word "suitable" alone is not enough.

The person in front of him, who usually looks too soft, matches the racing suit surprisingly well.

It was as if the other party had worn this dress thousands of times, so natural and unbelievable.

"Hey," Fujiwara Takumi never dreamed that Mr. Ryosuke would use a tone that could be called a "compliment" to comment on his aspects other than his driving skills, which made his face flush with embarrassment: "Ryosuke Sir is exaggerating. No no no."

Especially when he was dressed in the clothes that A Shu complained about all the time.

It seems that this racing suit full of sponsors' LOGO and full of Fukuzawa Yukichi's breath is really amazing, even a poor ghost like him can temporarily improve the temperament.

Ninomiya Daiki, whose ideas have been hit hard repeatedly, has no time to think about anything else.

When he watched President Todo stand up from the sofa, he smiled and praised the driver named Takumi Fujiwara, and then took the guests to the garage where the EK-9 was parked.

"Really..."

Ninomiya Daihui held his forehead with a headache, and didn't follow up immediately.

When he saw Fujiwara Takumi who came out in a different racing suit, he was speechless for a moment.

That guy who was so young that he looked like a joke... After putting on his racing suit, as if telling everyone 'I'm getting serious', a terrifying aura suddenly appeared around him that made him feel intimidated.

"It's absolutely impossible to be a simple character."

He muttered to himself.

He has always been very sensitive to the aura of others.

He knew it was impossible intellectually, but he also clearly realized that the level possessed by Fujiwara Takumi is only possible for those who possess the absolute driving skills that have been honed over time.

It's just standing there.

Even Brother Zhi, whom he admired the most, never gave him such a strong sense of oppression.

"Although there are suspicions of boasting, this is indeed the most powerful guy in our school." President Dongtang pointed to the EK-9 and said proudly: "The demonstration car I just dropped from the headquarters a few days ago, The accessories are all Dongtang’s features, and they are sharp weapons that can perform well in the professional arena.”

Fujiwara Takumi looked at it seriously, and nodded in agreement when he heard this.

This EK-9, under the control of the professional driver Takashi Yuki ten years ago, became his opponent in the fierce battle.

It forced him into a state of desperation, and if it wasn't for luck in the end, he would probably have set the record for the first defeat of Plan D.

"However, if I heard correctly just now, your car is FR, and your best skill is four-wheel drift." President Dongtang seemed to mention it unintentionally: "EK-9 is FF, can you do it? "

This sentence sounds random, but it is indeed the focus of everyone's attention.

For a competent professional driver, it is necessary to have the ability to get started with the various models assigned to him as quickly as possible and to run the best results.

Sakamoto, who has always been recognized as having a good vision, insisted after watching last night's race that the skills of the 86 drivers are absolutely universal.

This gave the rear president great confidence and stepped up efforts to recruit Fujiwara Takumi.

And if Fujiwara Takumi's ability is limited to FR, and he can't deal with FF, which moves in the opposite way... then it's not worth their effort.

"Ah."

Fujiwara Takumi looked intently at the EK-9, which he could not have had the opportunity to touch ten years ago, with novelty and appreciation in his eyes, without any anxiety or resistance.

He has always been relatively slow in other things, since he changed into the racing suit, he has automatically and consciously cut into the serious work mode, showing the professional attitude he should have.

He didn't realize what they were saying.

Because in the subconscious of Fujiwara Takumi, a professional driver who once amazed the world with ten years of rich driving experience, such "difficulties" cannot exist.

"Although it's not the same as the car I'm used to." Fujiwara Takumi, who went back ten years ago and showed his professional attitude for the first time, smiled politely and promised seriously: "But I will cooperate with this guy's temper." Running."

The author has something to say: This Sakamoto is in the original work (not the one in Shimo Sakamoto’s He Guigan!), and in the fourth part of TV (Saitama County), it was used by Akiyama’s cousins ​​as the second battle’s mysterious weapon, called Come and drive a cappuccino against Takumi's professional rally driver.After losing to Takumi, he shut himself up directly.