Chapter 275: #Eighty-eight on the road to night racing for the newly crowned F1 champion

Sitting in a bright red Formula One car just half an inch from the starting white line, Xiaochi Chi raises his hand to adjust the angle of his visor to his helmet.

The instinct of the original owner of the body, so he was ready for everything, toe on the gas pedal, with the elastic pedal slightly sunken, in the will be sent, the momentum of the engine buzzing, stimulating the human eardrums.

Anyone will be shocked by this industrial-style roar. Some people will be afraid from the bottom of their hearts, while others will rise up with an endless desire to conquer -.

A Formula 1 Championship final is about to begin.

After qualifying, Xiaochi Chi took the first pole position.

To be precise, Ikegami is here to fill in for the gods.

The task is not difficult, the key is unfortunate to draw the system and host of this task, both have a serious psychological motion sickness.

So the idle pool master god ran out to fill in for the staff.

After taking over the main god system, Xiaochi Chi realized that he had previously been on a mission, called a model worker, is not too much.

A-level difficulty world line is already very few, S-level is rare, it is difficult for the brain flower painstakingly, like panning for gold in the dung, changing the way to find him a problem.

Most world lines have a difficulty level of B, just like this world.

A hot-blooded, promising 19-year-old racing athlete, originally with his mechanic boyfriend is like a finger on the lips, snuggle up to each other, cooperation, but unfortunately, the mechanic heart always has a similar love of racing, and the young athlete belong to a team of white moonlight.

White Moonlight and the original host is a rivalry, since the original host came to the team, it has emerged as a new star, and compared to him, the team members are inevitably dwarfed.

White moonlight is used to doing the white moonlight of the stars, will not allow others to share their share of the pie?

So, White Moonlight spilled the beans on the mechanic.

And to satisfy his "love" for racing, the mechanic used next-level bolts on Little Love's car.

The mechanic thought that the worst would only break down halfway, but his little lover was too strong, and in the race, hard by strength, he threw his white moonlight to three or four places away, and rode himself to the front of the pack.

The little lover only knew that White Moonlight was somewhat ambiguous with her own mechanic, and did not know that they were actually two-sided, so she was fierce and refused to let White Moonlight win no matter what.

The result of the ruthlessness was that at the end of the line, the overwhelming bolt burst and blew open the secondary fuel tank.

When he was dragged out of the car covered in fire, he knew that his career had come to an end.

He thought nothing worse could happen until he overheard the mechanic arguing with the white moonlight at the hospital.

Two people are passing the buck to each other.

In their mouths, the mechanic seems to be deeply in love, and the white moonlight seems to be all innocent.

Only he deserved it like.

A good child, so full of hate, struggled and died from complications of infection.

It's not a difficult task at all, and the previous host is also considered smart, and his system has deliberately drawn up a set of response plans.

--White Moonlight can never touch the trophy, and mechanics in yesterday's refurbishment of this car, is ready to replace the bolts, but was substandard jack smashed on the spot, both hands and sternum all fractured, is in the hospital worried about their future, fearful, where there is a chance to take care of the White Moonlight thing.

All things being equal, all Xiaochi Chi had to do was substitute drive.

Previously, when he did not love himself, he could not sleep in the middle of the night, and loved to find a piece of isolated open space to drive fast, feeling that he was driving a wild horse off the reins.

But when the green light came on, driven by the instincts of the original owner, Xiaochi Chi realized that a formula car is not the same species as an ordinary car.

Not a wild horse, but a hot-haired, low, stern growling beast.

Every cross drift in the corner is like throwing one's soul out by the roots, the body is uncontrollable, and only with the strong grip of the tires can one return to earth.

The horrible push-back feeling makes one's scalp tingle with a prick.

One can only perform the technique in such a savage extreme state, sensibly and calmly, while the blood in the body burns up with the smell of motor oil.

He lay clear on the bed for a long time, and it had been a long time since he had enjoyed such a pleasurable sensation to the bone, so exciting that Xiaochi Chi wanted to shout out in pleasure.

Bai Yueguang also gritted his teeth, but he gave it his all and his best result was about a kilometer behind Xiaochi Chi's ass, eating the tail gas for a while before being overtaken by the car coming up behind him.

I can imagine what kind of chagrin he is feeling right now.

However, as long as the original owner is there, he will never win.

The original owner was younger than he was, more driven than he was, and had more talent than he could possibly have in his lifetime.

And the white moonlight does not have the slightest idea how the mechanic, in the future, will view the white moonlight that ruined his career.

After all, if not for the softness of the white moonlight, as the master mechanic, has checked the condition of the vehicle several times, he would not have taken the extra step to get under the car at that time.

Will the mechanic find a way to return an inferior bolt to White Moonlight in the pain of being struck?

And who knows.

For Xiaochi Chi, all he knew was that the game was over and the original owner had won.

Amidst the shouting and cheering, Xiaochi Chi emerged from the car covered in sweat, and in the desert wind mixed with the smell of motor oil, he raised his arm to the camera, clenched his fist and roared with the vigor of youth.

After the evening celebration, Xiaochi Chi put the original owner's drunken body into the hotel while he got into the bright red car and drove into the vast and long track with a kick of the gas pedal.

The desert at night lost the daytime blaze like a lively noise, ribbons fluttering in the wind, the other side of the sand rustling, suspected of ruins remnants, quite a mirage of the feeling.

There is no original owner in the body, but Xiaochi Chi can still enjoy the pleasure of galloping.

The sharply spinning tires crushed the gravel blown by the wind. In the rattling sound, the vehicle is fast and somewhat floating, as if at any time will drive up to the clouds and go.

At the end of the track, in the desert hinterland, the tires turned hard and fast on the ground, cutting a long white mark.

Xiaochi Chi yelled out in pain, slapped down the steering wheel, fell back on the back seat of the driver's seat, unstrapped his helmet and laughed.

At that moment, Ying Lou's unsteady but still gentle voice came through the headset: "Are you happy?"

Xiaochi Chi nodded and also touched the leather cover of the steering wheel, "How are you doing?"

He dares to act so recklessly because Ying Lou is always there.

...... Ying Lou itself, is this colorful sports car.

"The engine is overheating." Ying Lou had a hidden, alien gasp in her voice, "Excessive friction."

Xiaochi Chi was a little distressed: "Why didn't you say so earlier? I'll pour some cold water on you?"

He was about to get out of the car, but the pliable seat belt from the side of the buckle automatically peeked out, emitting a rope sound, almost tenderly tied Xiaochi Chi's raised hands, wrapped tightly in a circle, the pressure is not strong, but caused the skin and heart to tighten together with the entangled place.

In the headset, Ying Lou's voice was softly placed, like a feather lightly tickling Xiaochi Chi's earlobe: "Please don't move, Mr. Lord God, let me do it, okay."

The safety belt was wrapped around and separated Xiaochi Chi's arms and legs, and his clothes were carefully removed.

The car's music system turned on and played soothing and somewhat ambiguous music.

The seat is flattened, the glass turns black, and the sunroof opens slowly to reveal a desert sky full of stars.

In a small party, a large area of tiny stars is hidden, like the sands of the Ganges.

The thermostatic system is turned on and warm air is sent out, which greatly slows down the chill in the dark desert night.

Xiaochi Chi lay on the flattened seat, his palms unconsciously clenched, his heart beating violently as if it were, the sweat on his back making his skin itch and burn.

He swallowed nervously.

This is not the first time, but he is still nervous and looking forward to it.

Ying Lou is as adept at mechanics as he is at literature, and in every way his imagination knows no bounds, surprising Xiaochi Chi with unexpected surprises every time.

This time is no exception.

Ying Lou's shadow, at first just a faint shadow, appeared on the windshield and gradually emerged as a clear shape, like a spirit emerging from the watery mirror of Greek mythology, elegant, courteous, yet spirited and bold, not stingy in showing every trace of his clean and sharp muscle lines.

During the day, he is one with him, speeding and flying; at night, he comes out of the mirror and invites him to go up with him to the clouds.

Normally, Ying Lou is never in a hurry in this matter, not even with the help of external assistance.

He likes to use warmth to slowly bring Xiaochi Chi's body to its perfect state.

But today Ying Lou is a bit eager and her movements are extraordinarily spontaneous and bold.

...... Perhaps the engine friction is overheating.

Nevertheless, Ying Lou, as is her custom, moved to his confined right hand and kissed Xiaochi Chi's fingertips, knuckles, fingers and palm with warmth.

Xiaochi Chi only felt like he was kissing the tip of his heart every time, crispy, itchy, unusually warm.

He opened himself up completely to meet Ying Lou.

No one but Ying Lou could give the ever-vigilant Xiaochi Chi such a sense of security.

His left hand, which had been abducted extremely high by the seatbelt, clenched into a fist and unclenched, his palm flushed with an inviting pink, and a low, muffled choking and prodding sound came from his throat.

Ying Lou's hands were free so she could hold Xiaochi Chi's face and, with a restrained expression, kiss it imploringly and again.

Between the wilderness, only this small moveable room was left, trembling with a different and intense frequency.

The good thing is that the racing-grade vehicle is fully capable of withstanding such bumps.

After a hearty silent gallop, a left hand seems to be unable to endure, a pat to the window glass full of fine water vapor, and weakly slowly slid down the window glass, disappeared in the other end, leaving only a shallow trace of hand sweat.