The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Is this the master that Brother Fei is looking for? What do you want to do with this outfit?"

"I only knew that masked singers were popular in recent shows, but I didn't know that masked drivers were also popular."

"Ha! If you have the strength, you call it mysterious? If you don't have the strength, you might be afraid of being embarrassed if you lose, so you don't dare to meet people, right?"

"Yeah! That makes sense. Anyway, I'm not afraid of embarrassment. I think it's okay if I cover my face and fuck me."

The people around him suddenly started talking.

Meng Lang's outfit at this time was undoubtedly a bit eye-catching.

In addition to the mask on his face, he also took a peaked cap from Yan Weiwei's car, and basically only a pair of eyes were exposed on his entire face.

Most of the people present were second or even third generation people from Sioux City who play cars. Their family backgrounds are not ordinary, and none of them think highly of themselves.

Seeing Meng Lang not showing his true colors, he naturally felt a little offended.

Hu Yifei looked this "masked driver" up and down.

Yan Weiwei's video in the morning was taken from Meng Lang's side and behind, and her front face could not be seen.

But looking at his clothes, the man in front of him is indeed the man in the video.

While they were sizing up Meng Lang, Meng Lang was also sizing them up.

There are about thirty people here, all handsome men and beautiful women. You can tell by their dress that they come from a good family.

Apart from anything else, it is basically impossible for ordinary people to be able to afford a sports car.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the so-called "junior brother" in front of him, as Yan Weiwei said.

He was wearing a simple shirt, T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, but he was wearing ordinary clothes, but judging from the way the people around him seemed to be taking the lead, he should be the one with the highest status.

Being able to make a second-generation person like Yan Weiwei say "walking sideways in Su City" made Meng Lang slightly curious about the other party's identity.

"Haha! Sister Weiwei, this expert you brought is quite interesting. Where did he find it?"

The big wave next to Hu Yifei smiled and took Yan Weiwei's arm and asked.

In one sentence, he not only resolved the awkward situation, but also tested Meng Lang's identity from Yan Weiwei.

If Hu Yifei couldn't speak, she, a woman, could do it for him.

Since Yan Weiwei promised Meng Lang to conceal his identity for him, she naturally laughed.

"Oh! My tenant can't pay the rent, so I thought I could find some work for him to pay the rent."

The other people's eyes suddenly looked strange, and even Meng Lang's mouth twitched slightly.

Let you make up an identity at will, and it would be better to recruit from the talent market than this!

"Uh... Haha! Since the master doesn't want to reveal his identity, he has his own reasons." Hu Yifei came out to smooth things over.

"Masters, don't worry, as long as you win tonight's game, the 1 million game jackpot will be considered as tonight's thank you fee."

Look at his speaking skills. The working fee is called a thank you fee, which gives him enough face.

But 1 million for one game? A suite!

This city guy just knows how to play.

In the past, that would have been my total income in the past ten years.

Even Meng Lang, who had no interest in money units below "Shuang", couldn't help but lament the huge class gap.

Although I don’t value the 1 million very much, I still have to give the landlord “face”.

Meng Lang nodded, indicating his agreement.

Since Yan Weiwei has guaranteed that the competition method will be "safe" and there is no need to reveal one's identity, it can be treated as a skill proficiency test.

In fact, he doesn't have a very intuitive concept of his own level until now.

Rally champion? He doesn't even know what rally racing is, so how can he possibly know what level he is at.

It would be good for a driver to refer to it.

However, the fact that this game did not appear in the latest issue of "Wildfire" bothered him a little.

There are two possibilities. One is that he only thinks about revenge. Such trivial daily matters that have nothing to do with life are not recorded at all.

Because it will not affect the trajectory of your life at all.

The second possibility is that in the world of "Wildfire", I didn't come to participate in the competition at all...

He prefers the second one.

Comparing his feelings, he suddenly found that he had been reduced from the protagonist to a supporting role. I was afraid that he was not in the mood to attend a racing party rally that night.

If you didn't shut yourself up in a dark room and cry, that would be considered a strong will.

This incident also reminded him that if you want to ensure the timeliness of the "golden 24 hours", it is very important to have one quality.

Normal heart, normal heart...

"Brother Fei! He won 1 million, what if he loses?"

Just as Meng Lang was summing up his life, a man with earrings suddenly stood up in the crowd.

"What if the masked driver who plays cosplay turns out to be a silver pewter spear head, and the loss is too ugly? Are we still going to be laughed to death by Hong Shijie and his gang?"

He expressed the doubts of everyone present.

"Are you questioning my vision?" Hu Yifei raised his eyebrows.

The earring man suddenly smiled.

"Of course it's not Brother Fei, but if you want to represent us in the game, you have to have someone show some strength, right?

My driving skills are also good, and I want to race too! Why don't we compete and see who wins? "

"Yes, Brother Fei! After all, he's a guy I've never met before, and he's wrapped himself up tightly. Is it appropriate to let him play so hastily?"

"That's right! Let him show off his skills first!" Many people in the crowd agreed.

"Just for a moment, don't come out and embarrass yourself! Get back here!" Hu Yifei glared at the earring man.

The earring man immediately shrank his head and fell silent.

The corners of Meng Lang's mouth curled up slightly.

A hundred years of life experience told him that these guys were just playing double acts.

Those who are the bosses try their best to protect them, while those who are the younger ones jump out and act like villains.

At this time, a normal expert would be so aroused that he would definitely be tempted to teach this ignorant man with earrings a lesson. Then Hu Yifei could follow the trend and take a look at Meng Lang's quality.

No wonder there are so many scenes of rich second generations coming to your doorstep asking for a slap in the face...

Who said that today’s second generation are idiots? If you treat them as fools, you are really stupid.

"Yeah! This guy is right. I also want to ask, if you win, you get 1 million, but what if you lose?" Meng Lang said suddenly.

Meng Lang's reaction was completely different from what everyone expected.

Everyone was stunned. Meng Lang turned to look at Yan Weiwei again, "Landlord, I lost, they won't ask me to pay 1 million, right?"

Everyone: "..."

Hey hey! After all, he is a master, give yourself more confidence!

Please follow the normal script and slap us in the face!

These days, I am not afraid that you are capable, I am afraid that you are pretending to be capable!

Hu Yifei was also slightly startled, and then smiled.

"Haha! How could it be possible? Don't say you are the one brought by Senior Sister. Even if you weren't, we wouldn't be able to do such a dishonorable thing.

If I lose, it will be because I made a mistake and I will never let you, brother, take responsibility. "

Um! Although he didn't know how sincere and how clichéd his words were, his polite and virtuous manner made Meng Lang unable to dislike this young man.

"Hmph! Don't worry, I brought you here. If anyone dares to embarrass you, I will do a plastic surgery for him for free. I guarantee that I won't even know his parents after he comes out!"

At this time, Yan Weiwei clenched her fists and glanced at the earring men with a sneer.

"I'm telling you, if I hadn't kidnapped him, he wouldn't be willing to come here. He's picky and picky. If he keeps nagging me, I'll turn around and leave!"

Suddenly no one dared to say anything.

Most of the people present knew Yan Weiwei.

This doctor said that he doesn’t even know your parents, so he really can’t just give you some minor plastic surgery...

When Meng Lang saw this, he felt a sense of security inexplicably.

It seems that Yan Weiwei has a very bad reputation in the circle of friends!

"No need to compensate? That's fine, that's fine!" Meng Lang looked relieved, and everyone felt even more unsure.

Hu Yifei was also a little scared at this time, wondering if he had really made a mistake, and asked tentatively. "Ahem! Master, it seems you didn't drive here?"

"Oh! I'll use this one." Meng Lang pointed to Yan Weiwei's Porsche 911.

Everyone was dumbfounded again.

Hello! You are a driver after all. If you are racing with someone else's car, can you be more professional?

Even ordinary people know that if a swordsman does not have his own famous sword, he will definitely not be able to exert 100% of his strength!

"This...this seems to be senior sister's car, right? Is it inappropriate?"

"It's quite suitable. I've ridden in it several times and I'm familiar with the condition of the car."

How many times have you sat on it? You haven't even driven it yourself before co-writing it?

There was a weird atmosphere permeating the scene.

"Hey! Sister Weiwei, are you a good friend?" Da Lang asked in a low voice.

Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.

"Okay, how would I know? If your man likes you, why don't you ask me?"

"Oh, we are just ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend. Why are you a man? You are so embarrassed!"

"Eh~"

Here Hu Yifei asked bravely again.

"Master, your opponent this time is a professional driver who has participated in international rally competitions. Don't be careless. Are you sure you don't have any other needs?"

Any other needs?

Meng Lang thought for a while, and just after sending Xiao Yu home, Yan Weiwei pulled her over anxiously. He didn't even have time to eat a hot meal.

"I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

"Well……"

Fortunately, someone still brought food.

Not long after, Meng Lang looked at the KFC burger in his hand and muttered, "Just eat junk food."

Just as he was about to stuff it into his mouth, it was blocked by a layer of cloth, and then he remembered that he was covering his face.

Looking up again, he found a group of people staring at him intently, as if they were looking at some rare beauty.

rash:"……"

Silently opening the door of Yan Weiwei's sports car, getting in and gently closing the door, and then...

"Zi~" The car window glass rolled up.

Everyone: "..."