God of Speed

"What? Chen Mo? Mu Zixuan, are you kidding a fool? A top player like Chen Mo rents out a taxi? Look at him, he is unshaven, how does he look like Chen Mo?" Huang Xu glanced at the back of Chen Mo's disheveled head again .

"Huang Xu, I didn't tease you." The boy called Mu Zixuan was still very calm, "He is Chen Mo, I have watched many of his talk shows, I remember his voice very well, and the turning just now, especially Smooth."

Mu Zixuan paused and added: "Huang Xu, you were too busy talking and didn't pay attention. The distance between the rear of the car on the right and the front wheel of that electric car was only five centimeters."

"So awesome?" Huang Xu opened his mouth slightly.

Mu Zixuan nodded slightly: "Well, if you were an ordinary driver, that electric car would definitely hit you, no matter how awesome an ordinary driver is. In order to control the distance between the two cars to about five centimeters, this must be at the level of a racing driver."

Chen Mo took off his sunglasses, turned his head and smiled: "Little brother has really good eyesight."

Huang Xu stared at Chen Mo for two seconds in the dim light inside the car.

"I wipe!" Huang Xu cursed, stood up suddenly from the back seat, and slammed into the roof of the car with a bang: "Oh, my head!"

Mu Zixuan stretched out his hand and pulled Huang Xu down to sit down, with a blank expression on his face, he put his palm on Huang Xu's head and rubbed it in circles.

Huang Xu looked excited, and said with a loud voice: "You are really Chen Mo! You are really Chen Mo!"

"It's the real thing at a fair price, it's like a fake." Chen Mo turned his head and smiled again, showing his signature—small fangs, deep dimples, and slightly squinted peach blossom eyes.

"Sign! Sign! Sign for me!" Huang Xu rummaged through the satchel on his back, and after a while of searching, he looked frustrated: "I didn't bring my notebook."

This depression lasted less than a second, Huang Xu began to take off his clothes: "Sign my clothes!"

Mu Zixuan grabbed Huang Xu's hand to remove his clothes: "Calm down."

Huang Xu reached out and took Mu Zixuan's hand away, and fell silent.

Mu Zixuan put the hands thrown away by Huang Xu neatly on his two thighs, behind the lens, a pair of black eyes gleamed: "Do you want to form a team by yourself to defeat Junhao?"

"How do you know?" This time it was Chen Mo's turn to be surprised.

"You are driving a taxi, and you want to win us over." Mu Zixuan answered the wrong question.

Chen Mo thought for a few seconds before he understood what Mu Zixuan said, you are a professional racing driver, it is impossible for a professional racing driver to drive a taxi, but you are driving a taxi.Junhao suddenly made a personnel change. This personnel change is very unfavorable to Junhao. Based on the previous point, you must have an unpleasant quarrel with Junhao...Chen Mo didn't bother to think about the latter. In short, this is Mu Zixuan's glance. Just read his mind.

"Are you interested?" Chen Mo struck while the iron was hot.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"No."

The reactions of the two were completely two extremes.

Chen Mo found that among the two, Mu Zixuan was the most difficult to deal with. He was shrewd and his face was paralyzed. He could figure out what you were thinking, but you couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Chen Mo thought about it, the only way to get him to nod his head was probably to start with Huang Xu.

Driving the car, Chen Mo seduced Huang Xu: "Racing drivers are cool. Driving a luxury car on the track, every turn, every time you pass a car, can make people's blood spurt, it's just like a hot-blooded man. Heaven. Also, the salary of a race car driver is quite good, look at me, the annual salary is 120 million, and besides that, there are a lot of endorsement fees and so on."

"Mu Zixuan, this is a rare opportunity." Huang Xu tugged at Mu Zixuan's sleeve, "You know that? I always dream of becoming a racer, preferably a top racer like Chen Mo. "

"No." Mu Zixuan remained indifferent. Race car racing is a high-risk profession despite its glory, and it costs a lot of money. The worst car costs hundreds of thousands, and various accessories are damaged.Among other things, replacing worn tires during practice is a considerable expense.Moreover, although Huang Xu has developed athletic nerves, he is rough and impatient, and he does things rashly. Even if he is accompanied by the gold racer Chen Mo, he is not at ease.

"Mu Zixuan, how much do I score in the midterm exam?" Huang Xu asked in a nonchalant manner.

"Total score 89."

"How much is the undergraduate course for the college entrance examination this year?"

"Second main line 480."

"Mu Zixuan, do you think I can get into university?"

"No, the possibility of taking a single move is also zero."

"That's all right? I have to find something to support myself, right? Otherwise, who will support me?"

Mu Zixuan originally wanted to say that I would support you, but after thinking about it, Huang Xu would definitely turn against him if he said it, so he had to make a concession: "You can try."

After a pause, Mu Zixuan added: "Huang Xu, I'm just doing it with you. Remember, if you don't have the talent for racing or if you encounter danger, I will be the first to object."

Chen Mo interjected: "The racers will wear helmets, which can withstand the impact of a car crash. Even if the car catches fire, the racing suit is also made of fire-resistant materials, and there are firefighters and medical staff throughout the process. The possibility of encountering danger is lower than on the road. .”

"Great!" Huang Xu jumped up again, threw Mu Zixuan away, and lay on the back of Chen Mo's driver's seat, spraying hot air from his mouth directly on the top of Chen Mo's head, "Master, my good master, you When will you teach us?"

Chen Mo thought for a while and said, "Come to Little Swan Roller Rink this weekend."

"Roller skating?" Monk Huang Xuzhang was puzzled, "Why do you go to the roller skating rink? The introductory homework for racers is roller skating? Roller skating masters balance and develops reaction speed?"

"Pfft!" Chen Mo let out a puff of breath, this little chatterbox really talked a lot.

"Of course not. There is a karting club next door to the Little Swan roller skating rink. You are not yet eighteen, so you can only run karting first."

"Okay, okay!" Huang Xu patted the car seat, "Master, we will definitely be there! We will definitely live up to Master's expectations!"

Hearing Huang Xu's elated voice, turning the steering wheel, the corners of Chen Mo's lips curved slightly.

Talking along the way, I knew that the two of them were going to attend a classmate's birthday party, so they were sent to the place.Chen Mo repeatedly told the two children to keep today's affairs a secret. After Mu Zixuan nodded, he drove to continue his business, and he didn't call the morning driver until dawn.

After finishing his shift and returning to the small rented building, Chen Mo walked home along the dirty and messy stairs.Opening the rusted iron door, Chen Mo poked open the wooden door, which is rare in this age.

After taking a simple shower, stuffing three or five mouthfuls of steamed buns bought in the alley downstairs, Chen Mo lay down on the narrow camp bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how to train the two children. I just remembered that I forgot to leave my contact information!

Chen Mo sat up, touched his phone, and checked his contacts again to make sure that he had indeed forgotten to leave his number. When he thought that if the two children didn't go to Little Swan, there would be no way to find them again, he immediately became depressed.

Flipping through the phone randomly, Chen Mo remembered that he hadn't contacted Ming Qing for a long time.Board the penguin, poke Ming Qing's profile picture, and send a message: Good morning.

This time the Ming and Qing returned the news quite quickly, and the head of the soil turtle Sanchi, which had just been sent out and had not been changed for eight years, jumped up at the beginning.

Ming and Qing: What are you doing during this time?

Little Rabbit Eating Carrots: Unhappy at work, changed jobs, moved to N city and just settled down.

Ming and Qing: Does it matter?

Rabbit eating carrots: (^o^)/ It doesn't matter at all.

Ming and Qing: Have you just woken up or haven't slept yet?

Little Rabbit Eating Carrots: I haven't slept yet.

Ming and Qing: What?

Little Rabbit Eating Carrots: I'm on the night shift now.

Ming and Qing: Then go to bed early.

Little Rabbit Eating Carrots: ⊙﹏⊙The concubine obeys!

Ming and Qing Dynasties: ... 886

Looking at the old-fashioned 886 in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Chen Mo cracked his mouth and smiled. Some people use 886 instead of goodbye these days. The main body of the Ming and Qing Dynasties is probably an old man.

Judging from the eight years of chat between the two, the conditions of Ming and Qing should be very good. The reason is that he used to post photos of modified luxury cars on forums and penguins. Most of these photos have overlapping backgrounds. It can be seen that Shoot in one place.

Pointing at the old-fashioned head portrait of the Ming and Qing dynasties, Chen Moxin explained, Uncle Qing, is your hair style [-] or Guangmingding?

After turning off the penguin, Chen Mo's mood improved a lot. Over the years, there were only two people who could see this side of him, Gu Shen in reality, and Ming and Qing on the Internet.But now...

When thinking of Gu Shen, he would think of Junhao, and when thinking of Junhao, he would be depressed. Chen Mo lay down with a bang, pulled the quilt over his head and fell asleep.

After sleeping until the afternoon, Chen Mo was woken up by the brat downstairs who was coming home from school. It was less than half an hour before the shift was over!

Woke up late again!

One turned over, got up from the bed, Chen Mo washed up, put on a wrinkled coat, puffed his head, put on sunglasses and went out, went downstairs to have a meal and wait for the bus.

Boss Che's home is a bit far from where he lives, so Chen Mo has to take five stops a day to go downstairs to the boss's house to take over.Yawning while covering his mouth, Chen Mo leaned against the advertising screen of the bus stop sign.On it was a huge poster that Chen Mo endorsed for an auto parts company last year.

The clouds in the sky were dark, and the office workers rushing back and forth under the clouds rushed home. No one noticed that Chen Mo, with disheveled hair and beard, was the same person as the radiant gold racer Chen Mo on the advertising screen.

Chen Mo looked at the young white-collar workers passing in front of him with their heads held high, and thought to himself that these days, Buddhas rely on gold clothes, people rely on clothes, and there is a difference between dressing up and not dressing up.

Just as he was thinking, the bus came, Chen Mo put on his sunglasses, squeezed into a group of office workers and students who were transferring, and got on the bus.Although there were several girls in the car pointing at her, none of them recognized him.

This is exactly what Chen Mo wanted. He lived in Griphook and stood at ease. He knew that the reason why girls paid attention to him was not because they suspected that he was Chen Mo, the gold racer, but because his height of 180 was so low in this southern city. He stands out from the crowd, and the sunglasses cover the eyes but can't hide the handsomeness, and the messy hair can't mess up the temperament.

These days, even handsome beggars can be noticed. Chen Mo is very confident about his face and figure.

After taking over the shift, after running for a while, there was a strong wind.

Prices in this city are low. Even though it is a provincial capital city, it is only a little bit big. No matter which direction you run from the city center, you will definitely reach the countryside in half an hour.Chen Mo was lucky, picked up a passenger who was returning to the suburban villa area, braved the storm, and ran to the place in 10 minutes. When the passenger got off the bus, his face was pale, his lower lip trembled like a rustling flower in the wind and rain, his legs It was as soft as twisted dough in an oil pan that was not heated enough, which made Chen Mo feel very sorry.

Collecting money, changing money, turning over the meter, Chen Mo looked at the raging wind and wondered whether to return to the city or continue to wait for customers here.Let's go back to the city. With such a heavy wind and rain, running back with an empty car may not be able to bring in business. Let's continue to wait. Most of the residents in this villa area have their own cars.

"Quick! Quick!" Chen Mo was hesitating, the car door was roughly opened and closed again.

Chen Mo is not happy, even if this taxi is not your car, he is not happy to make such a fuss, it really does not belong to his own car, don't you feel distressed?

Turning his head, Chen Mo wanted to reprimand him, but his head was twisted, but those two reprimands couldn't come out.