San Fu

This road is not very suitable for racing cars. There are still cars and people on the road. Jiang Kuo even saw a fruit stand on the sidewalk.

He was surprised and went out 200 meters forward, and he slowed down the speed.

"It's so cool." Ding Zhe leaned over from the back seat and showed him the way, "Turn right at the end of this road, and after the big turntable is the high-tech zone, the area to the north of the high-tech zone is completely circled wasteland. The roads are very well built."

"Are you turning here?" Jiang Kuo asked as he drove to the end of the road.

"Yes," Ding Zhe nodded, and patted Duan Feifan again, "You sit in the front and show him the way."

"Open the navigation," Duan Feifei said, "Xiangyang Village, High-tech Zone."

"Do you still need to turn on the navigation for this little road?" Ding Zhe said.

"Do you still need to point this way?" Duan Feifei turned to look at Jiang Kuo, "Are you blind?"

"No road blindness," Jiang Kuo said, "My car is all automatic sensing, you just have to read the name of the road in your heart and it will pass by itself directly."

Duan Feifei was silent for a while and pointed to the front: "... Drive straight, and you will see the turntable after two intersections."

Dong Kun played in the back: "Duan Feifei, you sometimes get choked."

After driving through the first intersection, there are basically no people, and there are no cars on the road.

Jiang Kuo stepped on the accelerator, and the speed of the car increased again.

"Can the windows be opened?" Ding Zhe asked, "Listen to the movement!"

"Okay." Jiang Kuo lowered the window.

In addition to the gust of wind involved in the car, there is also the roar of the engine in the gust of wind mixed with the music in the car.

Duan Feifei felt his temples were popping.

"Let's go to the road over the bridge for a while," Dong Kun said, "the dead end road over the bridge, there are basically no cars to go."

"What?" Ding Zhe shouted.

"Go to the bridge!" Dong Kun also shouted.

Duan Feifei didn't care what they were shouting, and kept his eyes on the front. The second intersection had already passed, and the turntable could already be seen in the distance.

But Jiang Kuo didn't slow down.

"Here we are," Duan Feifei looked at Jiang Kuo and raised his voice, "The turntable is in front of you."

"I know." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei couldn't hear his voice at all amidst the sound of wind, music and the roar of the engine. These two words were only judged by the shape of his mouth.

"Turn left," Duan Feifei moved closer to him, "It's time to fucking slow down!"

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, and the car continued to move forward.

The two people in the back row didn't shout anymore, they stared forward together.

The speed of the car slowed down before it rushed into the turntable, and then around Jiang Kuo's steering wheel, the car turned left along the turntable.

All the people in the car slammed into the right side neatly, and Duan Feifei felt that if he hadn't been fastened by his seat belt, he would have flown out of the window.

After entering the turntable, the car did not turn out to the exit on the left, but turned around the turntable with a bang.

The speed of the car is not too high, but this is a corner. This speed can still make the car body in a half-horizontal state, and the dust brought up by the wheels keeps rushing in from the window.

Duan Feifei was pushed against the car door by inertia.

Jiang Kuo actually took the time to close the car window at this time.

At the same time as the noise instantly subsided, Ding Zhe let out a happy roar in the back row.

When the car passed the intersection on the left for the second time, Jiang Kuo hit the brakes and drove out with a normal posture.

Duan Feifei finally left the car door.

After driving for a while, the car stopped on the side of the road.

Jiang Kuo turned off the music, opened the door and got out of the car, patting the ashes off his body.

Duan Feifan also got out of the car and glanced at him: "It's enjoyable?"

"It's okay." Jiang Kuo put his hands on the roof of the car, "You don't get motion sickness, do you?"

"Isn't it a little late to ask now?" Duan Feifei said.

"Damn it!" Ding Zhe got out of the car, "No burnt tires, I can smell it!"

"Not at all," Jiang Kuo said, "It's only turned around and a half, and it's still such a big turntable."

"Did you play on the track before? It's so slippery." Ding Zhe bent down to look at the wheel, and even reached out to touch it.

"Well, not much," Jiang Kuo said, "I haven't had a book for less than a year."

"Have you ever driven without a license?" Dong Kun asked.

"No," Jiang Kuo said, "I didn't buy the car until I was 18."

"You're pretty decent," Ding Zhe said.

"You're timid," Jiang Kuo stepped aside, "Go ahead."

Ding Zhe and Dong Kun got into the car.

Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifei: "Aren't you going?"

"No," Duan Feifan said, "I can't trust Ding Zhe."

"You don't get carsick, do you?" Jiang Kuo returned to the previous topic.

"...not dizzy." Duan Feifei squatted down on the sidewalk, looked at the two people in the car, "I'll give you an inoculation in advance, he will make trouble for your car, but he can't afford it ah."

"As long as it doesn't hit you, it's fine," Jiang Kuo said.

"Maybe," Duan Feifei said, "he usually drives his father's van."

"That's no problem," Jiang Kuo said, "The van is more difficult than this."

Duan Feifei didn't speak.

Ding Zhe was intoxicated in the car for a while before driving out.

This road is quite long, and there is still a section after passing the bridge in front. The road is not even marked, and there are no passers-by. As long as Ding Zhe doesn't bump into the bridge railing, there will be no problem.

Jiang Kuo watched as Ding Zhe drove across the bridge, turned around there and drove back.

It can be seen that the speed of the car has never exceeded 50, and he is quite cautious. He wants to tell Ding Zhe to let go, not to mention that it is not open to traffic, even if it is a normal road, the speed limit in this area is 80.

When the car came back and passed in front of them, Ding Zhe waved at them, then drove towards the turntable, turned around and headed towards the bridge again.

Jiang Kuo took out his phone and looked at it, but there was nothing to see.

Just Cannon sent a message to tell him to call a few classmates for dinner, but he didn't bother to reply.

There are no street lights on this section of the road, but it will be a while before it gets dark, and Ding Zhe estimates that it will take half an hour to go back and forth. He and Duan Feifei are stuck here, a little bored.

The main reason is that Duan Feifei doesn't speak, and he doesn't know what to talk about.

Moreover, Duan Feifei was still squatting. Although his temperament was fundamentally different from that of the big brother who was squatting on the side of the road just now, Jiang Kuo didn't have the habit of squatting on the side of the road. It would be condescending and awkward to talk about.

When Ding Zhe drove No. 16 past them, Jiang Kuo finally squatted down.

Duan Feifei glanced at him, children from rich families are different, they can carry such a long time standing there without moving.

But before he could speak, Jiang Kuo sat down on the edge of the road again.

"You don't care about it now?" Duan Feifei said, "Why bother doing a hundred push-ups and squatting that day."

"Aren't your legs numb?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"A little bit," Duan Feifei also sat down, "but you can try switching your legs, it won't get numb."

"No." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifei straightened his legs, took out his mobile phone and pulled it.

"You're a local, right?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "You have a bad memory."

"Let's remember who," Jiang Kuo said, "I usually can't remember the insignificant people unless they were beaten up."

Duan Feifei turned his head and glanced at him: "What?"

"Is there any fun place to recommend?" Jiang Kuo asked, this is not a topic to be forced to find, when Jiang Lilai came, he thought about giving some suggestions.

"Ask Ding Zhe, he's also from the local area," Duan Feifei said, "His family drives around for vacation when they have nothing to do, and he knows more than me."

Jiang Kuo looked at him and said nothing.

"I don't go out much." Duan Feifei added.

"Oh." Jiang Kuo responded. He could tell that Duan Feifei was not refusing to tell him, but he really couldn't understand why some people didn't go out very often and didn't know any interesting places in the local area.

If it was when he was at home, he would know all the fun and delicious things in the towns from the south to the north of the city, from the west to the east of the city, including [-] towns.

When the sun started to set, Ding Zhe finally had enough of his addiction, drove the car back, and stopped on the side of the road.

"Have you enjoyed it?" Duan Feifei asked.

"Excellent," Ding Zhe nodded, "Thank you, Jiang Kuo."

"You're welcome," Jiang Kuo stood up, "Just let me know when you want to drive again."

"That's so embarrassing." Ding Zhe said.

"Then leave it alone." Jiang Kuo said.

Ding Zhe was stunned.

"Yes!" Duan Feifei was delighted, "That's how you have to deal with fake politeness."

"Are you driving back?" Jiang Kuo asked Ding Zhe.

"Open." Dong Kun replied for Ding Zhe, "It's just another video. I just took a shot. It was bright and the dashboard was not cool enough. Now it's dark and the light is dark. It looks good."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Duan Feifei was kicked from the passenger seat to the back seat, and felt that as long as the two of them could touch this car, they would become Jiang Kuo's dog legs just around the corner.

Before the car reached the main road, Jiang Kuo's cell phone rang.

He quickly took out his phone and took a look, wondering if Jiang Liao had arrived.

The display on the screen is a cannon.

"What time do you go?" Cannon asked.

"Isn't it 06:30?" Jiang Kuo glanced at the time, it was already 06:30, "Are you there yet?"

"Here we are," Da Pao said, "Did you call some classmates? We just couldn't finish the set of dishes brought in that box. There's so much waste. You can't just take something home after you've eaten it all." , do you not respond to people?"

"Let's talk about it, you may not be able to call." Jiang Kuo glanced at the few people in the car.

Yesterday, Cannon reminded him to ask his classmates to eat together. The two of them have the same insistence on not wasting food when eating, which is one of the cornerstones of being able to play together for so long.

It's just that he couldn't find it and didn't know who to call. The people in the dormitory shouldn't mind eating and packing, but they are now in full swing. If they are asked to go out for dinner, they will have to pack directly when they arrive at the place, and go back to meet them before eight o'clock. Check bed.

The relationship between Duan Feifan and the others is really not enough for him to treat him to dinner, especially this person just used a recliner to earn him 3000 yuan and gave it to his friend in exchange for a chance to drive...

Besides, he didn't know any other classmates.

"This is an opportunity to build a good relationship with classmates and roommates," Da Pao said. "After all, we have to stay together for so long, and I feel comfortable when we have a good relationship. You are not at home now, and the new environment is completely different. You still have to learn how to deal with interpersonal relationships."

Jiang Kuo didn't make a sound.

Hu Zhenyu's words were not what Da Pao should say. Mr. Jiang probably sent him an email, which listed a hundred lines of "reminding Jiang Kuo to be a good man". One line in two or three days is enough to finish reading this semester.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Feifei asked, "What's the matter?"

"No." Jiang Kuo said.

"We can just get out of the car if we have something to do," Duan Feifei said, "The car can be swept in front."

"No," Jiang Kuo hesitated for a while, then leaned over to Duan Feifan and asked in a low voice, "Let's have a meal for a while."

"Huh?" Duan Feifei was surprised by this proposal. After all, with their current relationship, they are not very familiar. He and Dong Kun, who can go to barbecue at any time, have been together for more than a year. of.

Jiang Kuo suddenly made such a suggestion, and the wording didn't sound like eating fast food together. After all, the young master doesn't even eat Malatang, plus the phone call he just answered...

"I booked a private room with Da Pao," Jiang Kuo whispered, "Someone has to eat."

Duan Feifei didn't say anything, not because he didn't want to, but because of Jiang Kuo's statement, he didn't know what to say.

"It's not that I haven't invited someone to go," Jiang Kuo glanced at him, "It's that I haven't found anyone to go after booking."

Duan Feifei couldn't understand it anymore.

How about you make an appointment with someone and then book a box.

It's quite strange to book first and then find someone right after the meal time.

"Forget it." Jiang Kuo quickly leaned back in his seat, "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Maybe it was because the relationship did not arrive, or maybe it was because his invitation was too sudden, Duan Feifan didn't understand what he meant at all.

It's just that since he was a child, he wanted to ask people to eat, and he just said "go and eat something". The first time he tried to be polite to people, he failed, and he was really upset.

"What's wrong?" Dong Kun asked at the front.

"Let's have a meal later." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo turned to look at him.

"Jiang Kuo's treat," Duan Feifei also glanced at him, "Where is it?"

Jiang Kuo said the address of the restaurant.

"Is there any reason?" Ding Zhe was stunned, "The area is all villas with lake view, and the restaurants are all too expensive to be recognized by relatives. If we have dinner, the small restaurant over the market will do."

"No." Jiang Kuo said, "I just won't recognize my relatives."

"Find a place to stop," Duan Feifan said, "Substitute someone else, it's the evening rush hour."

"It's fine if he drives," Jiang Kuo said.

"I'm fine, and I'm not someone who doesn't drive." Ding Zhe was very addicted.

"It's his fault if he kicks it, but whose fault is yours?" Duan Feifei asked, "Don't you know what kind of traffic jam Wulu Road has become?"

"Damn," Ding Zhe stepped on the brakes, "I'm going to take Wuyi Road, right?"

"You drive, what are you doing with the brakes?" Duan Feifei said.

Ding Zhe and Jiang Kuo changed, sat in the back seat, and moved to Duan Feifei's side: "Why eat?"

"I don't know," Duan Feifei said in a low voice, "Maybe it's because..."

"Huh?" Ding Zhe handed over his ear.

"When people are hungry, they have to eat." Duan Feifei said slowly.

"Go to your uncle." Ding Zhe flicked away.

"Don't worry about it," Duan Feifei's voice was still very low, "You'll know when we arrive."

The car drove past the side gate of the school, Dong Kun showed Jiang Kuo the way, and drove directly into the main road from another fork.

"Check the bed at night," Dong Kun said, "I won't be able to catch up after eating."

"I can't catch up with anything," Jiang Kuo said, "Slap Lu Haobo, that's too late, let him kneel there and wait."

Everyone in the car laughed.

"As long as you hate Lu Haobo," Dong Kun said, "it's on our side. The first step of friendship is already taken."

Duan Feifei leaned on the back seat.

The back seat of this sports car is really not for people. Just now Ding Zhe and Dong Kun have been leaning against each other in the back, and he didn't pay attention to why. Now it's an experience. Let alone them, even if they are girls, they are a little taller. Couldn't sit upright at all.

He could only lean on the back seat, leaning his head against the glass and looking out.

After getting on the Wuyi Road, the traffic suddenly became dense, and he felt like he was crawling fast on the fast lane. When he got an SUV, he was like lying on the side of someone else's wheel.

A stray dog ​​perspective.

"The speed limit on this road is 50." Dong Kun reminded Jiang Kuo.

"It can't even be opened at 30." Jiang Kuo said.

"I see that you are more than 30 when you slip." Dong Kun said.

"You see I'm useless," Jiang Kuo said, "You have to watch the speedometer."

Duan Feifei laughed from behind: "This step of friendship is about to take a step back."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a small car on the left suddenly veer towards the front of them, probably trying to grab the front half of the car and change lanes.

"Fuck." Jiang Kuo slammed on the brakes.

Duan Feifan's face was slapped directly on the back of the chair in front of him.

"You idiot, this is it." Dong Kun almost hit the front windshield, and cursed angrily.

The car in front stopped at this moment, and the car on the left just stuck to the position five centimeters to the left of their front. The front wheels were still pointing to the right, and there was no intention of giving way.

Jiang Kuo lowered the car window and turned to look at the car over there.

The car window was also lowered over there, and there was a man and a woman inside, and the man was holding the steering wheel and looking at this side.

Jiang Kuo stretched out his arms, raised his fingers towards the front of the car, and then made a gesture to get out of the way.

Duan Feifei instantly remembered the day of reporting.

"Let's go!" the man over there shouted, "I'm merging normally!"

"Normally, sir," Jiang Kuo said, in a low voice, as if he didn't intend to let the other party hear him, "Put the turn signal in the safe, and think about it and merge the line after passing the light."

"Let's not let?" Ding Zhe asked, his voice sounded inexplicably excited.

Duan Feifei glanced at him.

"Give me a fart." Jiang Kuo said.

"It will hit you if you squeeze hard." Dong Kun poked his head and looked out, "Who is responsible for this?"

"It must be the other party's full responsibility." Ding Zhe said, "Pay him to death."

"No collision." Jiang Kuo said.

The green light at the intersection is on.

The car in front started to move, and the car on the left was ready to fight. It seemed that it had to take the lead.

Jiang Kuo stepped on the gas pedal twice, the window was still open, and the roar of the engine made Duan Feifan a little tinnitus.

But his eyes were still staring at the gap between the two cars from the car window. He had already guessed that Jiang Kuo wanted to rush over directly. It is not easy to go around when you hit the ground.

Especially the other party is also determined to compete with this.

At this moment, seven or eight headlines flashed through Duan Feifei's mind, all of which were social news about rich second-generation racing cars.

As soon as the car in front moved forward, Jiang Kuo had already kicked the accelerator, and slammed halfway up the right front of the car next to him.

The car braked suddenly.

"Fuck!" Ding Zhe shouted.

The front of their car was almost stuck to the fart of the car in front, and the left door was almost stuck to the front of the car over there.

"Can you pass?" Ding Zhe lay on Duan Feifan's body, leaning his face against the glass and looking out, "He dare not move anymore, he can only stand here against the solid line in front, but we are not having a good time, right?"

"I can pass." Jiang Kuo said.

The car in front drove away, but Jiang Kuo's car didn't catch up immediately, and waited for another two or three seconds, and the countdown to the light change had entered single digits.

He stretched out his hand out of the window again and gave a middle finger.

Then Duan Feifan watched as their car flew past each other's car in a silky gesture, almost invisible to the naked eye at the closest distance.

But he didn't touch it.

When I looked back, there was only a trail of smoke and the car that had to stop and wait for the next round of red lights.

"Damn," Dong Kun said, "it's awesome."

"Did I say that he was skilled that day?" Ding Zhe said.

"When?" Dong Kun asked.

"The day I hit my extraordinary leg." Ding Zhe said.

"I didn't hit it." Jiang Kuo said.

"So you have good skills." Ding Zhe said.

Duan Feifei sighed.

"But don't get angry with this kind of person in the future," Dong Kun sighed and then calmed down, "After all, he is driving a car, what if the other party is a brainless warrior."

"I will definitely let him turn on the turn signal." Jiang Kuo said, "I'm annoyed by this kind of person who drives in his living room."

The area along the lake is very lively at night. When Jiang Kuo walked into this restaurant, he found that the business was indeed good, it was already full, and there were still people waiting outside.

The waiter led them all the way to the box and pushed the door open.

Jiang Kuo stepped aside to let Duan Feifan advance.

As soon as Duan Feifei took a step inside, he saw the cannon standing up inside.

"I thought you called those in your dormitory." Da Pao said.

The last time Da Pao and Duan Feifei met was in 107, this sentence undoubtedly made their unfriendly atmosphere even worse.

Jiang Kuo raised his hand and put it on Duan Feifan's back when he was about to back out: "Go in."