Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

After the RedSuns players arrived one after another, Takahashi Ryosuke quickly noticed that Fujiwara Takumi was obviously uncomfortable.

He calmly changed the amount of his upper body leaning forward, better blocking those team members who came to say hello to each other, but actually admired this ridiculously powerful and talented driver very much.

Fujiwara Takumi didn't notice this.

He is not good at dealing with such occasions with many strangers, but he was reluctant to leave Mr. Ryosuke so soon, so he focused on solving the delicious food in front of him.

In fact, unless he puts on the professional racing suit that allows him to behave calmly in the eyes of countless people; or puts on a formal suit and stands in the classroom of Donington College...

The usual Takumi is still shy, introverted, and unsociable.

Also did not realize the intention of the captain Liangjie, the team members smiled and sent him blessings: "Congratulations, Mr. Liangjie." "Congratulations, captain."

"Thank you."

Takahashi Ryosuke smiled and nodded politely.

As long as they are members of RedSuns, they have long been accustomed to the state of the captain talking less, and soon left the deck with a smile.

After returning to my seat and sitting down, I happily chatted and drank with acquaintances.

Those who are eligible to participate in this celebration party are, after all, only the first team of RedSuns.

There are only 24 people, and they are divided into six booths.

Of course, the one that caught the attention of other guests in the restaurant the most, even the waiters couldn't help but look at it secretly, was of course the table with three completely different types of handsome guys.

Even if they feel that this group of people is very difficult to mess with, and no women dare to come forward to strike up a conversation, the gentle and handsome Ryosuke Takahashi is undoubtedly the person who attracts the most attention.

"It's all here." Shi Hao smiled, and finally took a seat on the only vacant seat on the four-seater sofa seat where the Takahashi brothers and Takumi sat: "I have arranged for the members of the second team to come and pick them up at that time." , if you want to drink, don't hold back."

"Well."

Takahashi Keisuke absent-mindedly fiddled with the wine glass with half of the liquid left in his hand, answered vaguely, and glanced at the opposite side from time to time.

——It was definitely not his illusion.

Takahashi Keisuke narrowed his eyes.

——Since yesterday, the atmosphere between big brother and this natural stupid monster has become a little weird.

Specifically, what was strange about it, he couldn't figure it out.

"Want to drink?"

Takahashi Ryosuke asked Fujiwara Takumi, who was distracted in a low voice, with a slight smile on his face: "Underage should not drink alcohol, but I can order you some alcoholic drinks."

"Thank you, Mr. Ryosuke, but no need." Fujiwara Takumi volunteered: "I'm already full. Don't bother the second-tier team members later, I can send you back."

"Is that so?"

Takahashi Ryosuke smiled: "Actually, I'm not interested in wine either. Then let's not drink."

See it.

Takahashi Keisuke's mouth twitched slightly, unconsciously flicking the straw in the cup.

It is this kind of delicate atmosphere that shows "we are in agreement" all the time, is virtually separated from everyone around us, and belongs to the two alone.

Of course, it is impossible to do this with Fujiwara Takumi, who is just a rabbit as long as he doesn't hold the steering wheel.

The key... clearly lies with his elder brother.

The question is, why did the big brother do this?

Takahashi Keisuke couldn't figure it out no matter what.

Anyone can see that Fujiwara Takumi's closeness to all of them is multiplied several times, probably not as much as to his elder brother alone.

Besides, there are probably two people, one is a theoretical school with a calm mind, and the other is a gifted school who is equally proficient in theoretical knowledge and has terrifying driving skills. It is unlikely that ordinary people would have the courage to overcome the high wall of genius built by strength. up.

There is really no need to make a fuss, and then draw a second, smaller circle around that guy Fujiwara Takumi in the already divided circle.

The more Takahashi Keisuke thought about it, the more confused he became.

Forget it.

He scratched his head, thinking a little irritably.

Whether it's his elder brother or Takumi, in short, as long as this kind of mind is so good that it doesn't look like a mountain driver, when it comes to theory, it's a magical existence, and it will always do things beyond ordinary people's imagination.

When Takahashi Keisuke was thinking wildly by himself, Shi Hao soon realized that in the entire four-person booth, he was the only one who drank more than one glass.

"Eh?" Shi Hao asked strangely: "Forget about Ryosuke and Takumi, don't you drink Keisuke?"

"No." Takahashi Keisuke said casually, "I will continue to practice after the party is over."

After these days of frenzied hard training, his throttle control technology has not only improved by leaps and bounds, but it can definitely be called a great breakthrough.

But the further you go, the more difficult it will be to divide it more precisely.

At present, he can divide the strength of stepping on the accelerator into six grades.

If you want to master ten of the goals initially, you need to practice at least half a month with such a high intensity.

Even if he could really use that skill proficiently... he might still be far, far away from the strength of the strongest enemy in his mind.

As soon as he thought of this, he felt extremely urgent to improve his own strength. How could he waste precious time on a hangover?

Keisuke Takahashi glanced at Takumi Fujiwara, who was being listened to by his brother, who seemed to be whispering something, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

What are you doing? It's so mysterious.

He curled his lips in disdain, lowered his voice to the lowest level and let out a "cut".

What Takahashi Ryosuke didn't know was that what his elder brother was discussing with Fujiwara Takumi at this time was not a secret topic.

"300 million?" After hearing Fujiwara Takumi's nervous proposal, Takahashi Ryosuke said casually: "I asked Shi Hao to call, that's right, didn't he tell you?"

"No." After Fujiwara Takumi answered subconsciously, he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Ryosuke, you must have made a mistake, I—"

"No mistake, you forgot, Takumi."

Takahashi Ryosuke chuckled and reminded: "Did you forget to sell the game video tape? I will leave the specific matters to Shi Hao. If you are satisfied, just say thank you to him. "

"Video?"

Takumi, who had indeed completely forgotten what he thought that day, was stunned for several seconds before he realized: "How could it be possible to sell so much!"

300 million yen, for Fujiwara Takumi, who went to England alone and fully proved himself in the professional racing field, is of course not a large sum, and it will definitely not shock him to this extent.

But ten years ago now, 300 million is definitely a terrifying number that requires office workers to work hard for a whole year.

How can it be possible to sell such a sky-high price just by selling video tapes?

"Takumi, I've said it more than once, it's you who underestimated your own value." Takahashi Ryosuke smiled, and his voice was magnetic and sweet: "Akina's panda, Trueno, is the only one who has the confidence to invite me to be the pilot." The driver of the team is also the object that the professional teams in Tokyo are vying for..."

Now Akina 86, the hottest mountain road racer in the entire North Kanto, is still facing the White Comet of Akagi. How could such a first show video not be fired at a sky-high price.

In the case of Shi Hao's limited release to the outside world through his contacts in RedSuns, it is not too difficult to sell 300 volumes of video tapes for a high price of more than [-] million.

"Ah, yes." Shi Hao was already half-drunk, and said in a daze at this moment: "Don't worry, Takumi, I know you must ask, the cost of the re-production video has been deducted..."

Fujiwara Takumi managed to recover from the shock, and said anxiously, "But for Mr. Ryosuke—"

Takahashi Ryosuke sighed softly, and interrupted his words in a rare way: "For the help of your partner, do you still want to treat yourself like this?"

"what?"

Takahashi Keisuke, who had been eavesdropping all this time, couldn't hold back anymore: "What partner? Hey, brother, when did you become a partner with this guy? Why didn't I know!"

"yesterday."

Takahashi Ryosuke answered concisely, glanced lightly at his emotional younger brother, and said in a deep voice: "Keisuke, if you want to hear the specific situation, I will tell you when I get home."

Takahashi Keisuke was interrupted in one breath, endured and endured, and still managed to bear it.

Of course he could hear that the implication of the eldest brother was that... he didn't want to talk about it now.

"Yes."

Being interrupted by Keisuke Takahashi, Takumi Fujiwara came back to his senses in a daze.

When most of the RedSuns players were drunk and no one noticed, he took out the gift bag that had been on the right hand side.

"That, Mr. Ryosuke." It was the first time that Fujiwara Takumi gave someone a birthday present in such a formal way. He lowered his eyes in embarrassment and said seriously: "Happy birthday. Please accept it."

Takahashi Ryosuke raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and asked gently: "Thank you, can you take it apart now?"

Of course, Fujiwara Takumi cannot give a negative answer.

Under his nervous gaze, those white hands quickly unwrapped the gift and opened the box.

Looking down at the white FC model lying in the palm of his hand, Ryosuke Takahashi's eyes overflowed with a deep smile.

"I love so much."

Takahashi Ryosuke admired it for a while, and then said with a smile, while taking out the FC key from his trouser pocket, and buckled it on the spot.

The most important key hanging next to the exquisite white FC model also directly proves the weight of this "like".

"Actually, there is another gift."

Just as Fujiwara Takumi breathed a sigh of relief, he became nervous again.

He raised his eyes slightly, met those deep and gentle dark blue eyes, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "Maybe I'm too self-righteous, but I still want to ask Mr. Liangjie."

"If I propose to drive your FC, and you sit in the assistant's seat, and we go to Chicheng or other mountain roads together, will you be happy?"

If he behaved well, would you give him a few words of praise for it?

Speaking of this, Takumi licked his somewhat dry lips anxiously, and quickly finished his sentence, promising: "I will be very careful, and I will never crash Mr. Ryosuke's car—"

"Takumi."

Takahashi Ryosuke, who had just recovered from his surprise, had to interrupt him again, with a helpless smile in his tone: "Stop joking. Even Keisuke doesn't have any worries, how could I?" Is there any?"

Takahashi Keisuke's forehead, veins twitched slightly.

Well done, why bring him up again?

Fujiwara Takumi's eyes suddenly became bright.

Although he had already guessed the answer, he still wanted an affirmative answer: "Then, is Mr. Ryosuke willing to accept it?"

"This is the most desirable gift I have received in the past 20 years."

Takahashi Ryosuke smiled lowly, and said in a half-serious tone: "Seeing how nervous you were just now, I almost thought that you wanted to give yourself to me."

Keisuke Takahashi was shocked when he heard such terrible words by accident.

... Is this really his elder brother? !

Takumi, who was directly shocked by these words, lay down on the table in embarrassment after a brief blank expression, covering his flushed face with his arms in vain.

The originally white auricles were as hot as if they had been burned red.

He had no choice but to use a soft-sounding voice, begging for mercy in a low voice: "Mr. Ryosuke...please don't say any more."

Takahashi Ryosuke stared at him deeply, smiled lightly for a while and nodded: "Okay."