The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

This is a gathering of years ago - for like-minded people.

Today's temperature is unswervingly cold, the wind is blowing, and it seems to be pervasive. In this situation, people wrapped up tightly to keep out the cold can be seen everywhere, and occasionally a few people in thin clothes can be seen.

Zhou Xing hadn't participated in this kind of gathering of car friends before, and the reason was obvious. He didn't know what to do at the meeting of car friends, most of the time it was eating and driving.

Regarding gatherings, the word eating is generally inseparable.

The time is 2:30 pm, shortly after lunch.

Zhou Xing went out on time, and the location was still the same racing track as before. Of course, it was impossible to choose a racing track in other places. If he was in a different place, riders would not ask him to go.

The race track is always empty and deserted, but at this moment, it is filled with the atmosphere of fireworks, like a monotonous picture painted with a thick color, and it is full of life, which is the finishing touch.

There are more people than when they woke up last week, more than a dozen people.

Zhou Xing has a cheerful personality, not as dull as Yu Jue, and he is like a duck to water in dealing with each other.

The car friend who invited Zhou Xing was called You Jiajun. Standing beside him was a man with a strong figure. His eagle eyes were deep and sharp. He was watching Zhou Xing approaching calmly, talking with a smile.

You Jiajun briefly introduced to Zhou Xing: "This is our Brother Yang."

He smiled: "Brother Yang is a very good driver, with him here today, you have to be careful."

Zhou Xing: "I will."

Without You Jiajun's prompting, his intuition also judged that this brother Yang was different. Unfortunately, he had never heard of the glorious deeds of this man, let alone the existence of a driver like him.

Could it be some low-key coach?

Brother Yang didn't talk much, he briefly met Zhou Xing, and then stopped talking.

When you come to the race track, it is impossible not to compete. A dozen people have arranged their positions well, and when the green light turns on, more than a dozen waves of sound are criss-crossed, running through Liao Kuotian.

Turn one, turn two...

Aim at the angle, control the speed, get low, start the car, lead one place when crossing a curve, go straight forward, and skip a few places. Zhou Xing has completed every corner very well. The location is precise, and the probability of crashing is lower than that of ordinary people.

Everything can happen on the racing track. A small mistake will cause you to land with your car on the ground. The impact force can be imagined, but the severity of the fall depends on luck.

Even if there is a [-]% probability, they are fully equipped to avoid that [-]% accident in an irregular game. Everyone knows that life is fragile and there is no second time.

Speeding forward like a broken bamboo, Zhou Xing found that after a lap, there was one person he didn't overtake - that was Brother Yang as You Jiajun called it.

Behind the lens, Zhou Xing squinted his eyes. He knew that he should not act too hastily. There were still a few drivers behind him, and they would seize the opportunity to overtake him and take the lead at any time.

This time the drivers were much stronger than the previous ones, and the competition increased, Zhou Xing's heart was boiling.

Turn [-] was ahead. Zhou Xing tensed his nerves and turned the corner perfectly again. It was a pity that two drivers behind him took this opportunity to move slightly in front of him.

All of a sudden, Zhou Xing dropped from second to fourth.

Perfect cornering does not mean safety, anything may happen.

Zhou Xing was in a stable state of mind, and the only exposed neck continued to be baptized by the cold wind. The chill seemed to use this medium to invade and destroy the constant temperature. He didn't shiver, and didn't care about those external forces at all.

Turn No. 2, Zhou Xing returned to No.[-], he didn't feel happy and fortunate because of this, in the race, until the last second, he couldn't take it lightly.

Afterwards, Zhou Xing had already left most of the drivers far away, leaving only one driver behind. No. 1 in front was not far behind him, but very close to him—a very easy way to overtake.

It's such an easy distance, Zhou Xing, all of them.No matter what, he couldn't surpass him, as if he was being treated like a dog.

Zhou Xing has no doubts, he thinks that person is just using them as dogs, especially him.

What a fuck.

Undoubtedly, Brother Yang is No.1.

As soon as the match ended, the drivers began to talk about the race just now.

Brother Yang was the most talked about, followed by Zhou Xing, a new star.

Zhou Xing got the No.3 result in the end. He was not annoyed or frustrated, and communicated with other drivers peacefully.

Brother Yang, who is full of stars, walked towards Zhou Xing and looked at him: "The car drives well."

Zhou Xing smiled: "It's still far away."

No.2 interjected: "Don't be modest, I almost can't handle you, I've been driving a car for five years."

At the age of teens, immature and mature, it seems like a transitional stage.

The radian of Zhou Xing's pick remains unchanged: "I've had it for three or four years."

Some drivers were surprised: "Did you consciously train yourself when you were a minor?"

Zhou Xing only said: "That's not true."

"You're an adult, why don't you go to some competitions?" Brother Yang asked him.

In addition to motorcycle races, which account for most of the team races, there are also a small number of individual races. If you are lucky, you might meet a team looking for qualified riders there.

You Jiajun is very helpful: "It's just a kid's hobby, what competitions are you participating in?"

This was one of the points that Zhou Xingkao casually answered when You Jiajun asked Zhou Xingkao whether he would consider becoming a racing driver.

To be honest, now he really didn't think about participating in any competitions in the past. After a long period of precipitation, he learned to bear the most real thoughts, and even he didn't notice the difference.

Brother Yang didn't do anything, he just looked at Zhou Xing with his eyes: "Really? That's a pity."

The smile on Zhou Xing's lips was still there. He didn't answer these questions directly, as if he acquiesced to You Jiajun's statement, but also seemed to deny it invisible.

After a short rest, the track was filled with noise again.

Today's gathering, tomorrow's going their separate ways, should be the last indulgence at the end of the year.

After running back and forth for countless laps, the sky was filled with dust, and a group of crazy fans sat in the rest area and took a breath.

At 5:50, the fans set off to the reserved restaurant. On the road, they could see mighty locomotives passing by.

The groove in the helmet fits into the bluetooth earphone precisely, and the bright blue flashes. Yu Jue's voice is lingling, soaking the eardrum like clear spring water, comfortable and slightly cool.

"Where are you going now?"

Zhou Xing: "Let's eat. I heard from them that we are going to eat roasted whole lamb."

Yu Jue said, "I'll pick you up later."

Zhou Xing smiled: "They all drive cars and don't drink alcohol."

The implication is that if you don't drink, how can you pick it up?

Yu Jue: "If you don't drink, I will pick you up."

Zhou Xing understood, and a sly light flashed in his eyes: "You are so poor at understanding? I mean don't drink, I will drive home by myself, and you don't need to pick it up."

There was silence over there, Zhou Xing laughed terribly, waiting for Yu Jue to break the ice.

"Zhou Xing." Cen Ji didn't last long, Yu Jue's tone was always cold and serious, "How long have we not seen each other?"

Zhou Xing calculated carefully: "Hmm... more than a week."

Almost two weeks.

Yu Jue said, "It's time for us to meet."

Zhou Xing's silent laughter gradually turned into a voice: "Okay, I will call you later."

After driving for more than ten minutes, a group of people arrived at their destination.

It is said to be roasted whole lamb, but it is really roasted whole lamb. There is a roasted lamb on the grill that is charred on the outside and tender on the inside. It is sizzling and smelling fragrant.

The meal lasted more than an hour. During the meal, Zhou woke up and went to the bathroom.

There are at least seven or eight people at a table who come to eat in the store. Due to the large number of people, the store area is not small, and the route is winding. Zhou Xing walked for 2 minutes.

The water used to clean hands is fine and dense, and delicate blisters burst out due to the rapids, making it extremely cool.

Zhou Xing took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Brother Yang pacing towards him from the mirror, and he greeted him.

Brother Yang said: "You wait for me to finish the job and go together."

Zhou Xing didn't care, so he agreed.

He was fast, and after washing his hands, he said to Zhou Xing, "Let's go."

"I heard from Xiaoyou that you are a sophomore in high school." Brother Yang picked up the topic first, "Are you busy with your studies?"

Zhou Xing said truthfully, "It's not busy, it's busy in the third year of high school."

Maybe other students feel that the second year of high school is in a hurry, but he thinks it is okay and acceptable.

"That's really academically important."

Brother Yang took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and the bright orange light flickered: "Xiao Liu participated in some competitions before, but he retired because of an accident."

The flickering cigarette butts couldn't reach his face, so naturally he didn't look dark and unpredictable. He exhaled smoke rings and sighed with a cloud of mist in his mouth: "It's a pity, too."

Xiao Liu is the No.2.

"It's a pity." Zhou Xing spoke from his heart, but he really didn't like to be meandering around: "You can say what you want to say."

Brother Yang glanced at him and smiled for the first time today: "Xiao You said you are very talented, it is true, I hope you can participate in the competition."

The details of Zhou Xing's slanted lips are minimal: "I don't think I have talent, it's just the experience I have accumulated over time. As for competitions, I don't have that idea now."

"I know, I'm just telling you what I want to say." Brother Yang seemed to be in a happier mood. He unlocked the phone freely, his eagle eyes still glowing sharply, "How about adding a contact information? If you want to participate, please contact me."

Zhou Xing didn't immediately make a yes or no decision, but instead raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "I want to know what you do?"

Brother Yang laughed twice, and said: "I used to be a racing driver, but now I'm behind the scenes as a coach. When I was a racing driver, you were still very young, and your reputation was no better than those top ones. You probably haven't heard of it."

Zhou Xing didn't ask further which team he was in charge of. In detail, he shouldn't go too far.

They are not very close, people who hit it off at first sight, without establishing a specific relationship, keeping a good distance is the best way for both parties to get along.

Zhou Xing scanned Brother Yang's QR code, sent a friend request, waved his phone, and turned on the screen for him to watch. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I'll contact you later."

As soon as he finished speaking, a video invitation popped up on the phone he showed.

Zhou Xing turned the screen to face himself, and when he saw who the caller was, a particularly obvious smile appeared on the corner of his raised mouth.

Brother Yang naturally saw the caller's name, which was a boy, and he guessed in his heart that the relationship between the two was developing towards good friends.

However, they are just good friends, he thinks Zhou Xing is a little too happy.

The author has something to say: the list is still a few thousand characters short, and I am dying to finish the draft. I have been so busy recently that I can’t do what I want. I have been working continuously for more than half a month without a break, and I don’t have enough free time to finish writing the list. I can only fish and write a little QAQ when I go to work tomorrow