Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

Although he already had a gift that he really wanted to give, Takumi Fujiwara still endured the habit of immediately depositing it in his passbook with the salary he just received last month.

He drove the 86 in the urban area of ​​S city, and went shopping for the first time.

When he saw the signboard of a shop, his eyes lit up slightly, he parked the car on the side of the road, and walked in.

"welcome."

The boss greeted lazily, and then just focused on the video that was playing on the TV.

Fujiwara Takumi turned around without hope, and finally stopped in front of a glass display case.

——It was a key chain with a delicate miniature white FC figure.

In addition to the fact that there is no RedSuns sticker on the small and delicate body, many details on this obviously hand-made model are amazing.

It looks almost exactly the same as Mr. Ryosuke's white FC.

"How much does this cost?"

When Fujiwara Takumi brought it to the counter together with its own padded box, the boss barely moved his eyes away from the TV screen: "This one, I can help you make gift wrapping for free, [-]."

"forty thousand!"

It's so expensive!

Although he was mentally prepared, Takumi Fujiwara was very surprised that such a small FC model keychain cost him half a month's part-time job.

"Are you a fan of Akagi White Comet?" The boss glanced at the stunned Fujiwara Takumi, and said with interest: "Some of his fans came to ask before, but they were all scared away by the price. But I will accept it." It cost more than 3 yuan at the time, and it is impossible to lower the price, so if you can’t afford it, just leave.”

To his surprise, this high school student who clearly had a heartache on his face said without hesitation: "This is what I need. Please wrap it up for me."

Then he took out his wallet and really took out four ten thousand yuan bills.

——Are there already such fanatical mountain racing enthusiasts among high school students?

The boss froze in surprise.

He stood up and skillfully packaged the car model keychain. Out of a slight affection for Shandao Tonghao, he casually mentioned: "Recently, I have received the most inquiries about Akina's 86 models. I have a new batch of good ones. You Wanna see?"

"what."

Fujiwara Takumi heard his name indifferently, shook his head decisively and refused: "That's not necessary."

"Don't you really want to take a look?" The boss didn't give up so easily, and continued to recommend: "There are also imitation Fujiwara Tofu Factory stickers, only 300 yen a piece. Take it and stick it on the car, and you can pretend I once tried it with Akina's 86...it is the most popular product today, and nearly twenty copies have been sold."

Fujiwara Takumi: "..."

In this world, why are there so many strange people?

His stiff expression was obviously interpreted by the owner as 'not interested'.

"Tch, the brat just doesn't know what to buy."

Although the car skills are stinky, the boss also has the dream of racing on mountain roads. When he heard that his idol 86, whom he admired recently, seemed to be looked down upon by this kid, he immediately showed an ugly expression.

After wrapping the things up, he put it in the gift bag with a sullen face, a little rudely, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Since he is a fan of Takahashi Ryosuke, don't you know that Akina's 86 Jun is more Is it great?"

Akina's 86 Jun: "..."

Under the watchful eyes of the boss who is obviously Akina 86-kun's fans, Fujiwara Takumi walked out of the store silently holding a small gift bag.

After starting the car, he hesitated a little, but decided to go to the ATM not far away to save the money left over from buying gifts.

The paper bills, which were stacked very thin, were counted by the ATM machine in a few clicks, and a confirmation box popped up on the screen "whether to deposit 8".

Fujiwara Takumi confirmed without hesitation.

The ATM immediately spit out a note showing the access details, and at the same time, the total amount of deposits in the current account also jumped out on the screen.

Fujiwara Takumi took the note casually, turned around and was about to leave, when something he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye was transmitted slowly to his brain, making him froze all over.

"what?"

Fujiwara Takumi turned around suspiciously, looked at the disappearing interface, but couldn't help re-entering his account.

It should be his eyesight.

When he clicked "check balance", he was still thinking in great confusion.

...Before turning around just now, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of a very scary number.

It's just that the next number displayed in the center of the screen confirmed the result he just glanced at casually.

Originally, there should only be a deposit amount in the early 20, but for some reason, there is an extra number "3" in front of it!

"what?!"

Fujiwara Takumi was stunned for half a minute before his eyes widened in shock.

He repeated the act of logging out several times, double-checked his name, and even asked the ATM to print a few notes showing the balance...

His deposit amount, I really don't know when it has quietly increased by a full 300 million!

"There must be something wrong with the bank."

Fujiwara Takumi came to this conclusion naturally after confirming that he was not dazzled or the machine was malfunctioning.

When the deposit suddenly increased more than ten times, it was hard for him not to feel nervous, and he just wanted to resolve this misunderstanding quickly.

It's just that when he rushed to report the situation to the staff before the bank was about to leave work, the staff believed it at first and apologized to him with a serious face, and then checked it carefully.

However, after working on the keyboard for a while, she had a puzzled expression on her face, and she couldn't help but look at the serious Fujiwara Takumi, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. If so, will your relatives save it for you?"

"Impossible." Thinking of his father not only drinking, but also admitting his bad style of "occasionally embezzling his delivery salary", Fujiwara Takumi replied without hesitation: "My father is also very poor."

As if choked by his straightforwardness and honesty, the female bank employee chose to believe his words after being stunned for a few seconds, and continued to investigate deeply.

But no matter how she operates, it shows that the transfer is real and effective, and it is a normal operation from a normal account.

"Mr. Fujiwara, this transfer of 300 million was completed the night before yesterday." After checking the situation with the manager, she provided relevant evidence to Takumi in a very serious tone: "Although I can't tell you the other party's account information , but the surname of the transferer is Takahashi."

"Eh?!"

After hearing the answer beyond imagination, Takumi Fujiwara, who thought it was a 'mistake', was completely stunned.

"Why would Mr. Ryosuke..."

His mind was in turmoil.

Even as a salary for auxiliary data collection, the maximum is 50 a month.

Not to mention that it was less than two weeks before the day when his job started, and it was not even payday.

Why is there a huge sum of 300 million suddenly transferred?

"Since we are friends we know, it seems that I don't need to explain." A lot of information can be seen from Fujiwara Takumi's expression, and there is already a trace of helplessness in the bank staff's business smile: "I suggest that Mr. Fujiwara or Find a friend first and ask about the situation."

Fujiwara Takumi left the bank in a daze.

After he got into the cab of 86, he hesitated for a while, and returned home with the passbook that became extremely hot for no reason.

"I am back."

He was talking absent-mindedly, just as he stepped into the house, he was stopped by his father Fujiwara Bunta who was standing by the door smoking a cigarette: "Hey, Takumi."

Fujiwara Takumi turned around puzzled: "Ah."

"A man named Shi Hao called just now, you probably know him." Fujiwara Wenta scratched his head, and said impatiently: "It is said that they are having dinner at the family restaurant that you often go to tonight, six Let’s start, I want to invite you to go with me.”

"Shi Hao? I see."

Fujiwara Takumi reacted on the spot.

It seems that the birthday party for Mr. Ryosuke tonight will be held in the Familys restaurant: "Then I won't be eating at home tonight, Dad."

"Yeah." For Bunta Fujiwara, who was too lazy to cook, he wished for one less trouble, and said straightforwardly on the spot: "I'll drink with Yuichi tonight."

"Don't drink too much."

Fujiwara Takumi glanced at him speechlessly.

Sure enough, he was not mistaken, suddenly depositing 300 million in his passbook... It is indeed impossible for Dad to do it.

After taking a short shower, Fujiwara Takumi drove to the family restaurant that he had been to several times with his stomach full of question marks.

The appointed time was six o'clock, but he arrived just after 05:30.

"Here, Takumi!"

As soon as he entered the store, he was spotted by Shi Hao, who had particularly good eyesight, and waved to him with a smile: "Our location is here!"

In the family restaurant, of course, there is no such private box with high privacy. They are all booths separated by sofa seats and decorative wooden boards.

At this time, except for the three RedSuns players who Takumi couldn't name, Mr. Ryosuke and Mr. Keisuke had already arrived.

"It's really rare, Fujiwara Takumi." Keisuke Takahashi narrowed his eyes and said in a mocking tone on purpose: "Usually, even important games have to be on the spot, but I attach great importance to my elder brother's birthday party, and it was half an hour earlier It's the hour."

"Keisuke."

Takahashi Ryosuke glanced at his younger brother indifferently.

"Tsk."

The handsome blond guy with sharp eyebrows and sharp eyes, who looked fierce at first glance, let out his breath all at once.

He glared angrily at Fujiwara Takumi who was puzzled, and deliberately looked away, looking elsewhere.

"You came here specially for me, I'm very happy." Takahashi Ryosuke showed a completely gentle smile to Fujiwara Takumi, turned his head naturally, and gestured to the only vacant seat on his right: "You can sit inside. ?"

"Ah, of course. Thank you Mr. Ryosuke."

Fujiwara Takumi agreed without thinking.

After agreeing, he realized that he... seemed to be in a small predicament.

It was the back seat in the four-person booth, and to sit in that empty seat, Mr. Ryosuke had to stand up and let him walk in.

It is obviously a natural thing to say, but when it is actually done, Fujiwara Takumi feels a little embarrassed for no reason.

Especially when Mr. Ryosuke didn't come out completely, but just stood, giving up the narrow space between him and the table...

If I want to sit in, I have to use that kind of intimate way of rubbing the other person's body and moving it.

It was already early summer, and most people would only wear short-sleeved and jeans. Although Takahashi Ryosuke was still wearing very formal trousers, he only wore a thin dark blue stand-up collar shirt on his upper body this time.

The T-shirt on his body has been washed many times, and the fabric is worn very thin. It can't stop the burning sensation coming through the thin shirt fabric.

When passing by, apart from the scent of light perfume that was caught by his sense of smell and became familiar to him, what disturbed him the most was that he could even feel the solid muscles on his back...the person behind him contour.

It turns out that Mr. Ryosuke, who always seems to be gentle and gentle, actually has obvious muscles like Mr. Keisuke of the Beast Intuition Department.

Fujiwara Takumi couldn't help thinking wildly, blushing slightly, and hurriedly sat down inside.

It's really strange that they are all men, but they care about those details.

His fingers rubbed the strap of the gift bag nervously, listening to Shi Hao discussing the next arrangement with Mr. Kesuke, but his ears didn't listen at all.

Whether it's the sudden increase of 300 million in the account, or the matter of asking Shi Hao to get a tofu shop sticker, or fighting back against Mr. Keisuke who has been secretly glaring at him...

He temporarily forgot to think about it.

What I didn't expect to ask was-why not just exchange places with Mr. Ryosuke and sit on the outer seat.