two-way provocation

When Qi Mingyu left the tea restaurant, he was really in a bad mood.

Walking aimlessly along the sidewalk in front of the school gate, I glanced at the Aston Martin and Bugatti Veyron parked side by side at the intersection.

In fact, whether Jin Chen and Diudiu seem to be well-matched on the surface, or the two people's seemingly more natural way of getting along just now, it's not the main problem.

He's never been someone who can't stand provocation and competition.

But what made Qi Mingyu feel uncomfortable was Jin Chen's attitude of being close and distant.Diudiu is right, he does have the right and reason to like others again.

In the young master's three-month interest theory, it seems that no one will be different, and everyone may become the past.

When I felt more and more frustrated, I took out my mobile phone and called Jiang Xun who was studying in this city to ask him to come out.

The kid who couldn't be idle even after he left middle school and high school happened to be slipping a car nearby.After a while, he rode a BMW track motorcycle and stopped beside Qi Mingyu.

Jiang Xun stepped on the shoulder of the road with one foot, raised his helmet, and glanced at the person standing by the side of the road with a world-weary face.

"It doesn't look right."

"En?" Qi Mingyu leaned against the wall and lightly tapped the heels of his shoes twice, although he answered with his mouth, his mind was still wandering.

"If you don't go to Xiao Jin this weekend, you still have time to ask me out for a drink?"

Just as Jiang Xun asked this question with a smile, he heard the person in front of him mumble in a deep voice: "He already has an appointment, so I don't need to look for it."

"Huh? Did you quarrel when you first arrived?"

"No."

Qi Mingyu shook his head, tilted his neck back, and sighed against the glare of the sun: "I just suddenly feel that time has changed, something is different."

Jiang Xun looked down at his serious expression, and sneered: "Hey, is this still my follower? How could you be so quick to empathize with someone else? Are you not confident in yourself, or in Xiao Jin? "

Qi Mingyu was too lazy to talk about this kind of thing with another mother's solo, and said irritably, "I can't tell you."

"How do you say a classic line?"

Jiang Xun put on a look of understanding, knocked his head hard to remember for a few seconds, and said with a smile: "It's not that they didn't wait for you, but that you came late."

"Get out." Looking at the shining silver reflector at the intersection, Qi Mingyu narrowed his deep eyes.

"Okay, don't drink alcohol, go somewhere with me." The person on the motorcycle suggested raising one eyebrow.

"You can have a decent place to go." Qi Mingyu didn't look sideways with much interest.

Jiang Xun raised his hand and patted the "follower" on the shoulder, and said with a smirk on his helmet, "Go and ride your little daughter-in-law, and take you to find happiness in another way."

Yao City, with an open and compatible style, has never lacked entertainment venues where you can let yourself go, and groups of people who pursue excitement have also gathered.

Qi Mingyu was brought by Jiang Xun to a heavy motorcycle club, and when he saw the front hall decorated in a retro industrial style, he was still not in a good mood.

Jiang Xun walked to the wall of the commodity exhibition in two steps, took off a black and silver-gray motorcycle suit from above, and threw it head-on to the boy behind him.

"Stop putting on a face that makes everyone unhappy, and I'll give you a transfer gift."

"Oh, I'm really flattered." Qi Mingyu looked at the motorcycle jacket stuffed into his arms, and said with a sneer, "Can you stop choosing my size according to your height?"

"It's quite difficult to serve." Jiang Xun ignored his complaints, put his feet on the iron stair frame, and smiled while wearing protective gear.

"How long has it been since you ran the bending race? There just happened to be an exchange race here in the afternoon. I signed up, and if you want to participate, you can go?"

Through the wall window, Qi Mingyu looked at the bikers who were speeding on the outdoor field with a sleepy look, but didn't make a positive response, only acquiescing to change into the biker suit.

The corridor leading to the racetrack is painted with rich and colorful murals.It was supposed to make people feel excited after seeing it, but Qi Mingyu felt bored for no reason because of his bad mood.

Because of the attraction of the event, a large number of motorcycle enthusiasts and spectators gathered in the club.

There is still some time before the official start, and the contestants can go to the field to warm up.

Qi Mingyu followed the other riders, straddled the motorcycle and rode onto the training track, riding fast under the pure and bright sky in November.

The autumn sun is neither arrogant nor impetuous.The young riders raced skillfully on the dedicated track, making final preparations for the upcoming race.

"Can it work?" Jiang Xun squatted on the periphery of the field and asked before officially entering the track.

Qi Mingyu didn't respond, raised his arm and took a sip of mineral water, wiped the sweat off his chin with the back of his hand, and threw the bottle back.

Seeing that the gloomy color between his brows has not dissipated from the beginning to the end, Jiang Xun could only smile and tell him: "Be careful."

The green light is on for the start of the race.

More than twenty locomotives started at the same time, and the sound of the engines was deafening.Qi Mingyu and the other two rushed out of the car group and led the ride.

Breaking through the shackles all the way, galloping like lightning, and personally interpreting "four wheels carry the body, two wheels carry the soul".

In the first five laps, Qi Mingyu stuck his opponent behind him, and from the next few laps, he was viciously flanked by two motorcycles.

Sometimes the small actions of the drivers may not be obvious to the audience outside the field, but it is not the case for the players on the field.

Jiang Xun stared at the field from the side of the track. Qi Mingyu, who was trapped between the two drivers of the same team, had no way of getting out, and the distance between him and the players behind was constantly shortened.

Everyone was nervous about the anxious situation on the field, Qi Mingyu made a counterattack, and at the turn-in point of the penultimate lap, he directly used his own body to squeeze the runners who were close to the oblique side out of the track.

In a motorcycle race, collisions and overtaking strikes are common phenomena, and the opposing motorcycle rider did not expect him to take such a radical response.

Unexpectedly, the number of ways to kill [-] enemies and lose [-] is to let the three players throw their car into the buffer zone at the same time, and retire early.

The audience on the sidelines exclaimed, and Jiang Xun hurriedly stepped forward to check with the track staff.

"Are you okay?"

"hiss--"

After a few seconds of relaxation, Qi Mingyu got up from the grass and took two staggering steps before regaining his figure.

He frowned and shook his right arm, which had been severely dragged twice, then shook his head and said, "It's okay."

"Big brother, I was wrong." Seeing that he was not injured, Jiang Xun breathed a sigh of relief, and complained helplessly: "When you are in a bad mood, can you stop riding?! Who are you trying to scare to death?"

"Don't tell me, I feel much better now."

Qi Mingyu sneered, in fact, he was prepared for the operation just now, it just failed a little bit to show off his skills.

"Really, you're having fun, don't they think so?" Jiang Xun motioned him to look sideways with his eyes.

The team members who had just been scraped off the track were looking over angrily, and even tried to punch forward a few times, but were pulled back by the referee at the side.

In the end, the restless drivers made uncivilized gestures and pointed in the direction of the gate.The meaning of provocation is obvious, basically equivalent to: Don't leave after school.

"According to the current situation, you will be beaten if you leave this field." Jiang Xun lifted the motorcycle and pushed it to the periphery of the track, and then conducted a wave of calm analysis.

Qi Mingyu supported his arm that was still in pain, and after thinking for half a second, he felt that this made sense, and said in a deep voice, "Then I have to withdraw."

"what?"

Jiang Xun couldn't quite believe what he heard, and said sarcastically, "It's just a few people, you are so stupid. How dare you single-handedly corner me in a corner and beat me to death when you were fourteen or five years old?"

"Don't turn over old accounts." Qi Mingyu frowned displeased.

As he stepped out of the field, he explained in a deep voice: "Didn't you see the logo on their team uniforms during the game just now? The team's sponsor boss is very close to my dad."

"Isn't that easier to handle? Acquaintances are easy to talk to, especially if they are the patrons." Jiang Xun felt very funny.

"The main reason is that I have only been out for two days. If this matter gets serious and is brought to Mr. Qi, if he doesn't arrest me immediately because of his character, I will take your surname."

Only then did Jiang Xun get the self-awareness of the person next to him who was better than nothing, and deliberately covered his mouth with his hands, and suggested in a low voice.

"It's okay, if they really catch up in a while, they will put a pair of stockings on your head. If I don't go out and say, who knows that Young Master Qi has that kind of habit..."

Qi Mingyu raised his middle finger, cursed "Get out" and glanced at his motorcycle.

"How many motorcycles of the same model do you think are running on the street? Those who come out for racing still remember people by their faces?"

Jiang Xun raised his eyebrows innocently: "Then what should we do?"

"You can solve it yourself." Qi Shao naturally spread his hands.

"You're fucking doing it again!" Jiang Xun finally realized that he had been put into his conspiracy bag by this kid.

"When I was in high school, I used to be the top bag every time. In the end, you were a Buddhist figure, and I became a thug who didn't spend money and took the blame."

Qi Mingyu ignored the chatter and complaints behind him, and just pushed his "little daughter-in-law" to the sidelines.

When the time came when Tang Monk could not bear to hear the scriptures, he pretended to be incapacitated by alcohol and said, "I have a headache, I seem to be drunk."

Jiang Xun snorted coldly: "The bottle you just drank was his mother's mineral water."

The sunset is fading.

Qi Mingyu was wearing a black motorcycle suit and was lying on the empty and secluded second-floor terrace, condescendingly watching Jiang Xun who was not far away being beaten by a group of burly motorcycle drivers.

He raised his hand unhurriedly to take a sip of iced coke, shook the can body gently, and heard the rustling sound of the bubbles inside.

Put the Coke can on the iron railing again, and then rest your head on one hand to watch the excitement.

The opponents are all motorcycle enthusiasts with excellent physical fitness, and Jiang Xun's fight is obviously difficult.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go down to help, a tall and straight figure flashed into the scuffle team.

Almost at the moment of cutting in, a back kick that was so sharp that it disappeared in the blink of an eye kicked the opponent twice as wide and as wide as seven or eight steps back on the spot.

The two punches that were about to leave an afterimage, followed by a seemingly casual elbow strike, knocked the big muscular man who had been fighting with Jiang Xun for a long time to the ground, and he no longer had the consciousness to get up.

After the figure knocked down two people one after another, Qi Mingyu finally saw his appearance clearly.

Jin Shen?

Before he could react to the current situation, there was a sudden sound of light footsteps behind him.

The young man turned around, and saw a familiar thin figure stepping up the stairs slowly, when he raised his head and stood still, it happened to meet his warm eyes.

"...Why are you here?" Qi Mingyu was slightly taken aback.

"Didn't you call me?"

When Jin Chen saw Qi Mingyu standing safely on the terrace, his expression was a little subtle, as if he was relieved, but also deeply puzzled.

"When do I..."

Qi Mingyu only spoke half of what he said, and saw the person in front of him walk to the railing, raised his hand to pinch his wrist with cool fingertips and held it in front of him, his gaze fell on the cuff button suspiciously.

"Is it malfunctioning?" Jin Chen tilted his head slightly, looking at Brother Shen who was walking up the stairs.

It was only then that Qi Mingyu realized that the group of troublemakers under the terrace had already lost their fighting power in a staggered manner.

Even Jiang Xun who was standing downstairs was shocked, with two words written all over his eyes: I rely on you.

Jin Shen tidied up the neckline of his windbreaker slowly, and guessed in a low voice: "The emergency call just now was only for a moment. If it wasn't triggered actively, it might have been caused by a fall or a very violent exercise."

After listening to Brother Shen's explanation, Qi Mingyu suddenly realized that it was the crash of the car just now that touched the distress button on the cuff button, that's why Jin Chen located here.

Did he come here on purpose?

"What's wrong over there?" Jin Chen's eyes moved to the shadow under the terrace.

"It's fine." Jin Shen rarely smiled, "But I have to pay for the medical expenses."

"..."

Looking at the employer's inexplicable expression, the personal bodyguard spread his hands innocently: "I won't strike too lightly, you should have expected it before you asked me to help."

Maybe it was because he felt that the atmosphere was awkward, or maybe he didn't care at all, so Jin Chen didn't continue this topic, and turned to face the person who was still leaning against the railing.

"Are you going back together?"

The gentle and brief questioning made Qi Mingyu feel that the haze that had shrouded him for a whole day had completely dissipated.

The author has something to say:

Qi Mingyu: My wife still loves me.

I watched four Lunar New Year shows in a row in the cinema today, and now I can’t sleep at all, as expected of me.