I love beans and I have become popular with extreme sports

There are two mountain peaks standing abruptly on the vast land, with lush green plants climbing on them, full of greenery, and misty clouds on the mountainside, dancing with the wind.

A black-gray road winds and circles over a patch of green, looming between two mountain peaks.

It made Shen Wuyun think of the famous classic sentence: "Fighting and snakes can be seen."

In the blink of an eye, Shen Wuyun has already flashed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, which is probably also the wonder of the system.

It was only after reaching the mountain peak that Shen Wuyun realized that there were no guardrails on both sides of the road.

He probed down and looked down, obviously he was still standing on the ground at the foot of the mountain when he came here, but now he could only see the darkness like an abyss, with clouds and mist in the sky above, making it even more difficult to see clearly, mixed with black and white.

There were dense footsteps behind him, and Shen Wuyun heard the person behind him ask: "Are you afraid?"

Afraid?People's physiological instinct told Shen Wuyun that he was afraid, but he had already experienced three kinds of sports, and this kind of fear seemed insignificant compared to the excitement.

But Shen Wuyun still answered truthfully: "I'm afraid."

The coach laughed "as he expected", his voice was magnetic, and the vibration from the throat made Shen Wuyun's body a little numb.

"It's right to be afraid. Standing on this road, there is nothing not to be afraid of. You are honest enough."

"There is no guardrail on this road, which will give people a strong sense of dizziness. This is the source of 'fear'."

Shen Wuyun raised his right eyebrow, "But even with the guardrails, at the speed of hundreds of motorcycles per hour, it will still fall off the cliff."

The coach smiled softly, "You're right." He faced Shen Wuyun, his face covered by a black helmet, but Shen Wuyun seemed to feel the coach's staring eyes.

The coach finished laughing and said, "So don't be afraid."

Shen Wuyun: "..."

Where is this logic, he really can't figure it out.

A pile of equipment appeared out of thin air on the nearby road. The black helmet was cold, and the single lens of the full helmet shone with inorganic light.

As soon as Shen Wuyun's hand touched the black and white one-piece leather jacket, the leather jacket turned into blue light sheets and disappeared, the light sheets decreased little by little, and finally annihilated like the light spots shaken off by a fluorescent blue butterfly.

Shen Wuyun realized that he was already wearing this special one-piece racing suit, and he put on long racing gloves and boots to wrap his whole body tightly.

After Shen Wuyun moved a little, he could feel that his neck, wrists, elbows, knees and ankles were tightly wrapped, and the material felt a little hard.

"It's the protective gear," the coach explained, "the one-piece racing suit comes with the protective gear."

The coach's finger touched the protrusion on the back of the racing suit, "This is called a hump or a rucksack, which is used to maintain the stability of the person and the body during high-speed riding, increase the air flow rate, and reduce resistance."

He slid his fingers down and touched Shen Wuyun's back, lingering on the concave curvature, "Here is wearing a back plate to prevent spinal injuries."

The coach's hands were tightly wrapped by leather gloves, even though they were separated by two layers of leather, Shen Wuyun seemed to be able to feel the scalding heat in his palms.

Shen Wuyun was a little lost.

"What's wrong?" The coach's concerned words came from behind.

Shen Wuyun came back to his senses, and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, it's nothing, I was distracted."

The coach raised his head slightly, "My words distract you so easily?"

"If you lose your mind like this while riding, the consequences are more serious than you think."

Shen Wuyun saw that the coach was unswerving, and apologized again with a smile: "Sorry, I won't do it next time."

The coach didn't say any more, but turned his head to the other side, his face covered by the full helmet was obscure.

He raised his slender fingers even though he was wearing leather gloves, pointing to this side, "Your good partner from now on is there."

Shen Wuyun looked in the direction of the coach's finger, and there was a black-painted racing motorcycle parked there, with an integrated carbon fiber shell, with a perfect streamlined shape, and the body was not as exaggerated as Shen Wuyun imagined.

A perfect motorcycle can be said to be the dream lover of all men. Shen Wuyun walked over unconsciously, touched the handlebar, and a form randomly appeared on the motorcycle out of thin air, showing the materials used.

For example, the body is made of high-strength and lightweight materials, and the brake discs are also made of carbon fiber.

Although Shen Wuyun doesn't know much about other extreme sports, he still knows a little about motorcycles.

This kind of professional racing motorcycle is a special motorcycle used for competition. The biggest difference from road sports cars lies in the difference in frame design and brakes.

To put it simply, the model of a racing motorcycle is like an original machine without any restrictions, while a civilian motorcycle is an improved car that has been mass-produced and replaced for daily road riding.

Shen Wuyun stepped on the motorcycle pedal, put his left foot back, and sat firmly on the motorcycle seat with his buttocks.

The coach came over, bent his legs and squatted down, stretched out his hand to hold Shen Wuyun's foot, moved back, and said while moving: "The foot is in the wrong position."

"Put your toes on the pedals of the motorcycle and your heels back."

Shen Wuyun felt that his heel touched the titanium alloy frame structure of the car body through the sole of his shoe.

Shen Wuyun's face was a little hot. He had never been held by someone with such a low posture on his soles and ankles. Even though the coach quickly withdrew his hands, he still moved his feet uncomfortably.

However, this discomfort disappeared instantly after holding the handlebars with both hands.

Due to the rules of motorcycle racing, it is necessary for racing motorcycles to use windshields and fairings, which makes it almost useless aerodynamic force and completely exposes the rider's body to the air. The only sense of security for the rider comes from the motorcycle body touched by the belly.

After learning to drive motor vehicles and electric vehicles, you probably know how to drive a motorcycle, but this is not applicable to racing motorcycles. First, you need to participate in racing license training and obtain a license (national B level).

——This is the basic condition for participating in the competition on the motorcycle track.

But within the system space, this is something Shen Wuyun doesn't need to consider for the time being.

The coach did not teach Shen Wuyun the relevant skills, but directly let him feel it himself.

"Would you like to try this road?"

Shen Wuyun's gaze turned to the winding gray-black road in the distance. The road made several bends to the back of the mountain, and its subsequent direction could not be seen.

But already sitting in this racing car, the feeling of direct contact between the body and the air made Shen Wuyun somewhat addicted.

"Want to try?" I recalled the inquiries of the previous coaches in my ears, and their same questions overlapped and echoed constantly.

Does he want to try it?

"Even if you fall, the full-face helmet you wear will perfectly wrap your head with its excellent performance, so that it will not be under strong pressure. The racing suit you wear has an airbag inside, which will protect your head. Your fragile neck, your back panel also protects your spine and keeps you from being paralyzed."

The coach retreated to the wild grass beside the road.

"Would you like to try it on?"

Does he want to try it?Shen Wuyun asked himself for the last time.

"I want to try." Shen Wuyun replied.

The coach smiled, "There is a young beast in your heart, growling and wanting more stimulation, I can feel it."

"Since you want to, go for it, and you will enjoy the thrill that racing brings you."

Shen Wuyun closed his eyes, took a deep breath, he knew the consequences of such a hasty attempt.

But just like the teacher said, what he has is solitary courage, daring to think what others dare not think, and the courage to do what others dare not do.

He raised his eyelashes, the key on the motorcycle had been inserted into the keyhole, he stretched out his hand and turned it to the right, and heard the sound of the engine.

Hold the clutch on the left side of the handlebar of the motorcycle with your hand, adjust the gear with your left foot, and Shen Wuyun step back to adjust to the first gear.

Then Shen Wuyun pressed the start button on the right side of the handle, turned the accelerator on the right handle with his right hand, slowly released the clutch, and stepped back with his left foot to adjust to a high gear.

The moment the foot stepped on the bottom, the speed of the motorcycle suddenly increased to the fastest speed, and the black figure flew out in an instant.

Civilian motorcycles step down to downshift, and hook to upshift. Competition motorcycles basically use GPshift. This shifting method is reversed for civilian use, and this is just for the fastest upshifting.

Stepping on is always faster than ticking, even if it may be a difference of one hundredth of a second.

In fact, current racing motorcycles are also equipped with quickershifter as standard. This device does not need a clutch to shift up and down. It can automatically cut off the oil and cut into the gear in milliseconds at the moment the driver upshifts, which can ensure the fastest shift. gear, the speed will not be wasted.

However, the black motorcycle simulated in the system space does not have this device, probably to let Shen Wuyun get used to the movements slowly.

Through the dark single lens, Shen Wuyun saw the scenery around him rapidly retreating.

The simple earth-colored mountain peaks are dyed green and reflect the clouds and mist, all of which are pulled into long lines, like a lazy oil painter dipping in different paints at will.

Shen Wuyun didn't look at the odometer on the motorcycle, but he probably knew that he had reached hundreds of speeds per hour.

Even though he was wearing a helmet, he should have been able to hear the whistling sound of the wind, but this was covered up by the sound waves generated by the motorbike's engine, and only the roar of the engine remained in Shen Wuyun's ears.

Shen Wuyun was already getting better, his vision was only the gray and black road in front of him, nothing else.

The curve ahead was much bigger than before. The road ahead had a nearly ninety-degree curve, like a hard bend. A cliff shrouded in clouds and mists stretched across Shen Wuyun's eyes.

Shen Wuyun held the handlebar tightly and slammed it to the left. The speed was too fast and the action was too violent, the body trembled and drifted to the right.

The distance between the motorcycle and the road is very close, and the hot-melt tires used in racing motorcycles have strong grip, but the tires seem to have slipped. Shen Wuyun felt that he was getting closer and closer to the ground, and the helmet he was wearing almost slid over the ground.

Everything became very slow, the flow speed seemed to slow down suddenly, Shen Wuyun's hand let go of the handle under the powerful impact force, the cold motorcycle rushed forward with the remaining power of the engine, and Shen Wuyun himself was slammed Fling to the side of the road.

Amidst the dizziness, Shen Wuyun saw that the distance between him and the cliff was shortening, his pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand to grab it forward, and grabbed a cluster of soil with wild grasses.

When the back hit the ground, the flow speed seemed to return to normal, Shen Wuyun looked at the precarious lower body, took a breath, at least he didn't fall.

Although it is not really life-threatening, the pain is one-to-one, and he does not want to experience the pain of falling off a cliff.

But in order to stabilize his figure, Shen Wuyun had already exhausted almost all of his physical strength, he grasped the land in front of him with some loss of strength, thinking in his heart how to get up.

Of course he wouldn't have hoped that the coach would pull him up—

Shen Wuyun stared blankly at the tall figure approaching in front of him, with the light behind him, only the remaining shadows could be seen.

The coach stretched out his hands forward, and his leather-wrapped fingers touched Shen Wuyun's waist.

When Shen Wuyun realized it, he was already leaning against a piece of warmth.

He looked up, and the glare of the helmet above, which looked even more shadowy against the sun, flashed.

In a trance, Shen Wuyun seemed to smell a fragrance of emerald green.

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I don’t know if there is another second update of Schrödinger today

I tried my best to write, but I can’t write enough words, so I’ll post it tomorrow [Winning Eyes]