Sitting in the bright red formula car just half an inch from the starting white line, Chi Xiaochi raised his hand and adjusted the angle of the mask and helmet.
The power of the original owner in his body made him ready for everything. He stepped on the accelerator with his toes, and stepped on the elastic pedal to sink slightly. When the engine was about to start, the sound of the engine that was ready to start hummed, stimulating Human eardrum.
Anyone would be blown away by this industrial roar. Some people will have fear from the bottom of their hearts, while others will have an endless desire to conquer.
A Formula 1 championship final is about to begin.
After qualifying, Chi Xiaochi took the first pole position.
To be precise, the pool master came to replace the class.
The task is not difficult, the key is that unfortunately the system and host of this task are drawn, both of them have serious psychological motion sickness.
So the pool owner, who had nothing to do, ran out to replace the employees.
After taking over the main system, Chi Xiaochi realized that it was no exaggeration to call himself a model worker when he was performing tasks.
There are very few world lines with A-level difficulty, and S-level difficulty is even rarer.
Most worldlines have a B difficulty level, just like this world.
A 19-year-old racing athlete with a hot blood and a promising future, came to the mechanic boyfriend as if they were cuddling with each other and cooperating with each other, but unfortunately, the mechanic always had a lover of racing in his heart and belonged to the same young athlete. Team White Moonlight.
Bai Yueguang and the original owner are tit-for-tat competitors. Since the original owner came to the team, he has emerged as a new star. Compared with him, the team members are inevitably eclipsed.
Bai Yueguang is used to being Bai Yueguang with the stars holding the moon, how can you allow others to share your share
So, Bai Yueguang spoiled the mechanic.
And in order to satisfy his "love" for racing, the mechanic used second-class bolts on the little lover's car.
The mechanic thought that the worst thing would be to break down halfway, but his little lover was too strong. In the competition, he just threw his Bai Yueguang out of the third or fourth place by his strength, and he rode ahead of the dust.
The little lover only knew that Bai Yueguang was a little bit ambiguous to his own mechanic, but he didn't know that they were consensual, so he was ruthless and would not let Bai Yueguang win anyway.
The result was that at the end, the overwhelmed bolt burst, blowing the auxiliary fuel tank.
When he was dragged out of the car covered in flames, he knew his career had come to an end.
He thought nothing worse would happen until he heard the mechanic arguing with Bai Yueguang in the hospital.
The two are shirking the blame for each other.
In their mouths, the mechanic seems to be in love, and Bai Yueguang seems to be completely innocent.
Only he deserves it.
A good child, full of hatred, struggling to die from infection complications.
It is not a difficult task at all, and the previous host is also considered smart, and has drawn up a set of response plans in consultation with his own system.
—Bai Yueguang could never touch the trophy, and the mechanic was about to replace the bolts when he refurbished the car yesterday, but was hit by a defective jack on the spot, and his hands and sternum were all fractured. He was worried about his future in the hospital. , I am in a state of panic, where is there a chance to take care of Bai Yueguang's affairs.
Everything is ready, all Chi Xiaochi has to do is drive on his behalf.
When he didn't take care of himself before, he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. He liked to find a remote open area to drive fast, feeling like he was driving a wild horse.
But when the green light was on and the car's accelerator was driven by the original owner in his body, Chi Xiaochi knew that formula cars were not the same species compared to ordinary cars.
Not a wild horse, but a beast with hot hair and a low howl.
Every horizontal drift of the corner seems to throw out the soul of the person. The body is uncontrollable. Only with the strong grip of the tires can it return to the world.
The terrifying feeling of pushing back makes people's scalp tingle.
Only in such a barbaric extreme state, when the blood in the body is burned by the smell of oil, can he display his technology rationally and calmly.
He lay quietly on the bed for a long time, and it has been a long time since he had enjoyed such a pleasant feeling to his bones, which was so exciting that Chi Xiaochi wanted to shout happily.
Bai Yueguang also gritted his teeth, but he tried his best. The best result was to follow Chi Xiaochi's butt for about a kilometer. After a while of exhaust, he was overtaken by the racing car behind him.
Want to know how upset he is now.
However, as long as the original owner is there, he will never win.
The original owner was younger than him, had more energy than him, and had a talent he could never possess in his entire life.
And Bai Yueguang didn't know what the future mechanic would think of this Bai Yueguang who ruined his career.
After all, if it wasn't for Bai Yueguang's soft grinding and hard foam, as the main mechanic, he had already checked the condition of the vehicle several times, and he would not have dug into the car at that time.
Will the mechanic find a way to return a defective bolt to Bai Yueguang in the pain of being hit
Who knows.
For Chi Xiaochi, all he knew was that the game ended and the original owner won.
Amid the shouts and cheers all over the sky, Chi Xiaochi got out of the car in hot sweat, and in the desert wind mixed with the smell of motor oil, he raised his arms to the camera, clenched his fists and roared, full of young people's determined vigor.
After the evening celebration feast, Chi Xiaochi put the original owner's drunken body into the hotel, while he got into the bright red racing car, kicked the accelerator, and drove into the vast and long track.
The desert at night lost the lively and hustle and bustle of burning oil during the day. The ribbons fluttered in the wind and were rustled by the sand.
There is no original owner in the body, but Chi Xiaochi can still indulge in the thrill of galloping.
The twitching tires ran over the wind-blown grit. In the rustling sound, the vehicle was a little fluttering, and it seemed that it would drive up to the clouds at any time.
At the end of the track, in the desert hinterland, the tires spun sharply on the ground, cutting a long white mark.
Chi Xiaochi shouted happily, slapped the steering wheel, fell on the back seat of the driver's seat, untied the helmet straps, and laughed heartily.
At this time, Lou Ying's unsteady but still gentle voice came from the earphone: "Are you happy?"
Chi Xiaochi nodded and touched the leather cover of the steering wheel: "How are you?"
He dared to act so recklessly because Lou Ying was always there.
... Lou Yingshen is this sporty sports car.
"The engine is overheating." Lou Ying's voice contained a strange gasp, "The friction is too much."
Chi Xiaochi felt a little distressed: "Why didn't you tell me earlier. I'll pour you some cold water?"
He was about to get out of the car, but the flexible seat belt automatically protruded from the buckle on one side, making a squeaking sound, almost gently tying Chi Xiaochi's raised hand, wrapping it tightly in circles, oppressive and unsteady. It's not strong, but it makes the skin around the entanglement and the heart tighten together.
In the earphone, Lou Ying's voice was very soft, like a feather scratching Chi Xiaochi's earlobe: "Please don't move, Mr. Lord, let me come, okay."
The seat belt wrapped around and separated Chi Xiaochi's hands and feet, and carefully removed his clothes for him.
The car's music system was turned on, and some soothing and ambiguous music was played.
The seat is flat, the glass turns black, and the sunroof slowly opens, revealing the sky full of stars in the desert.
In the small one, there is a large patch of tiny stars, like the number of sands in the Ganges.
The constant temperature system is turned on, and the warm air is sent out, which greatly reduces the chill in the desert night.
Chi Xiaochi lay on the flat seat, his palms clenched unconsciously, his heart was still beating violently, and the sweat on his back made his skin itchy and burning.
He swallowed nervously.
It wasn't the first time, but he was still nervous and looking forward.
Lou Ying is good at mechanics, and he is also good at literature. In all aspects, his imagination is boundless, and he can surprise Chi Xiaochi every time.
This time is no exception.
Lou Ying's shadow was only a faint shadow at first, he appeared on the windshield, and gradually emerged a clear image, like an elf walking out of a Greek water mirror, elegant, polite, but unrestrained , Bold, not shy to show every trace of his clean muscle lines.
During the day, he merged with him and galloped; at night, he stepped out of the mirror and invited him to the sky with himself.
Usually, Lou Ying is never impatient in this matter, and doesn't even use external assistance much.
He likes to use warmth to slowly bring Chi Xiaochi's body to its most beautiful state.
But today's Lou Ying is a little eager, and his actions are extraordinarily unrestrained and bold.
…perhaps because of engine friction overheating.
Despite this, Lou Ying still followed his habit and leaned towards his imprisoned right hand, and kissed Chi Xiaochi's fingertips, knuckles, pulps and palms tenderly.
Chi Xiaochi only felt that every time he kissed him, it felt like he was kissing the apex of his heart, crisp, itchy, and unusually warm.
He opened himself up to meet Lou Ying.
Except for Lou Ying, no one can give the always vigilant Chi Xiaochi such a sense of security.
His left hand, which was held so high by the seat belt, clenched into a fist and released it again, with a seductive pink color in the palm, and a low-pitched choking and squeaking sound in his throat.
Lou Ying's hands are free, so he can hold Chi Xiaochi's face and kiss and kiss with a restrained expression.
In the wilderness, only this small movable room was left, trembling with a different violent frequency than before.
Fortunately, racing-grade vehicles can withstand such bumps.
After a hearty and silent gallop, one left hand seemed to be unable to bear it, and slapped it on the window glass full of fine water vapor, then slid weakly along the window glass and disappeared to the other side, Only a faint trace of hand sweat remained.