Autumn famous mountain bike god is reborn

Seeing Shunya Jojima’s S2000 and Takumi Fujiwara’s 86 appearing in front of the starting line one after the other, Yoshino Hoshino folded his arms and looked at Bunta Fujiwara beside him leisurely: “Hey, Bunta, wait for Xiacheng-chan After defeating your son, you shouldn't take revenge yourself."

Bunta Fujiwara, who had been silent all this time, let out a "sneer", and slowly exhaled smoke rings: "How is that possible."

"Cheng-chan can't stand the crazy running we did when we were young." Hoshino sighed: "We are really old... Even you have more wrinkles than before. I guess whether it's me or Cheng-chan , this time is probably the last time, we will really play against young people."

"Although I always think that it's not the turn of us old men to play in children's games." Fujiwara Bunta said calmly with his eyes narrowed, "but you think that kid Takumi will lose, it's inevitable." It's too arbitrary."

"Ah?" Hoshino was stunned for a moment, and said amusedly, "It's really you, the unyielding Mrs. Wen. Yesterday you swore that your son is very tender."

"Compared to me, it is indeed a little younger." Fujiwara Fumta said lightly: "I have lived more than him for more than 20 years, and it is not in vain. Qiu Mingshan is the main training ground where he ran for 6 years, but For me, it has been running for more than 20 years."

"For me and Chengchan, the track here is the same." Hoshino couldn't help defending his friend: "Whether it's 86 against S2000, or your son against Shangchengchan, no matter how you look at it, he It is impossible to win on our territory."

If it is the real 18-year-old Fujiwara Takumi, it will indeed be a bitter battle with little hope.

"Hmm." Fujiwara Wen was too difficult to explain, after dusting off the cigarette ash casually, he simply didn't bother to explain: "Anyway, you'll know after reading it."

Jojima Jun also chose the post position, of course, for the convenience of observing Bunta's son's running style.

"Oops, I'm already excited."

Holding the steering wheel with his right hand, he couldn't help muttering to himself.

It's incredible to think about it.

At such a close distance, standing on the same field with my friend's son... It's like rejuvenating, returning to the bloody and reckless youth.

"Let me see how you run."

After saying this sentence, Toshiya Jojima, who is not usually like his good friend Yoshino Hoshino, who loves to talk to himself, resumed his original silence.

At this time, Fujiwara Takumi, who had the experience of asking for the 'half bottle of ice water' last time, solemnly proposed a new reward request to the team leader of Project D.

"That." He stared seriously at those smiling dark blue eyes, and whispered, "If we can win this time, let's... go to the hotel tomorrow?"

"Of course." Takahashi Ryosuke chuckled, and said warmly, "But you don't need to take this as a reward. Rather, it should be regarded as a reward for me."

He looked tenderly at the lovely lover whose ears were flushed with embarrassment: "As for other requests, you can ask me anytime, and you don't need to treat them as rewards."

"..." Fujiwara Takumi lowered his eyes slightly, and responded shyly: "Okay."

"3—2—1—GO!!!"

Shi Hao, who had completed countless countdowns for the competition, raised his arms and shouted with ease.

Two heavy irons fired at a high speed like bullets almost brushed against the corners of his clothes, blowing a gust of wind covered with crushed sand and leaves, causing him to close his eyes on the spot.

"call."

He trotted back to the team members, and couldn't wait to ask Takahashi Ryosuke: "Ryosuke, will Takumi win?"

Unlike his slight hesitation when he asked Keisuke Takahashi, the leader of Project D this time gave an affirmative answer without hesitation: "Yes."

Matsumoto also sighed from the side: "To be honest, I can't imagine how Takumi would lose if Plan D has progressed to this point."

Whether it is a professional driver with a background in rally or track racing, he has been defeated by Takumi with a big advantage.

In addition to what Ryosuke mentioned, Takumi is a professional team with excellent performance in Tokyo, and he is the target of repeated competition for top-level contracts...

It's a super cheat on the mountain road.Yoshino's expression was also very relaxed: "That's because you took too many of his co-pilots."

"Yes." Matsumoto did not deny this point: "I am afraid I will never be able to overcome the fear of sitting in his co-pilot. Only after a lot of times, the sense of fear gradually becomes paralyzed, and my heart keeps saying like chanting." This is the AE86, and the driver is Takumi Fujiwara, so there will be no embarrassing reaction like the first time."

"Is it so scary?" Yoshino still felt unbelievable, and suddenly had a whim: "Next time, maybe I can find a chance and ask Takumi to let me sit in the co-pilot once?"

"What a nice idea."

Matsumoto said without hesitation, and solemnly held his shoulders: "I will remind you after the game."

Yoshino: "..."

Takahashi Keisuke looked solemn and did not join these topics.

He stared at his next opponent, R-34, for a while, and couldn't help but walked to the big brother who was waiting An Ran, and asked, "Big brother, what are the operating characteristics of Mr. Jojima and Mr. Hoshino?"

Ryosuke Takahashi glanced at him, and said calmly: "Mr. Jojima is famous for his superb technique of controlling the steering wheel with one hand, and your opponent, Mr. Hoshino, is best at..."

Speaking of this, he smiled: "It is the longest project that Takumi and I have trained you for."

Takahashi Keisuke was taken aback: "Accelerator control?!"

Takahashi Ryosuke nodded lightly, and said calmly: "It just happened to be used for your third assessment."

Takahashi Keisuke: "..."

The big brother who can even count this is basically a computer-incarnate evil ghost.

He took a deep breath and decided to focus on the guy who is currently racing: "Speaking of the technique of controlling the steering wheel with one hand, isn't that guy Takumi doing it all the time?"

Regardless of whether you are driving an FD or an 86, you can put on that dull face and sprint at full speed to approach the corner as if nothing had happened, while neatly controlling the range of four-wheel drift.

Relying on the miraculous center of gravity movement technique, just using the flexible feet to control the brake pedal and accelerator pedal, you can use the balance of the car itself and the slope of the mountain road to confirm the direction...

Unless it is a pendulum drift, the degree of Takumi Fujiwara's turning of the steering wheel is often so subtle that it is almost difficult to catch it with the naked eye.

That scene of great contrast, as if every breath was written with "handy with ease", left a deep shadow on him, which is still fresh in his memory.

"good."

Ryosuke Takahashi nodded with a smile: "And Mr. Jojima's familiarity with the track is definitely not comparable to that of Takumi."

Takahashi Keisuke endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back and asked: "... Isn't his situation very disadvantageous?"

Why is the eldest brother still sure that Takumi will win?

"Keisuke, you have to remember." Takahashi Ryosuke said in a low voice: "Time will also take away physical fitness while enriching the driver's experience."

"Furthermore, Takumi is a knife that sharpens himself diligently every day and actively maintains his competitive state at his best."

On the other hand, Shunya Jojima has only been running this track intermittently in the past ten years.

In addition, there is another key.

People who are older and have a more stable social status, even if they know more about the local mountain roads, it is impossible for them to be free from worries.

In the blind corner, you will worry about the oncoming car beyond the center line, and if you are too close to the mountain wall, you will worry about the boulder rolling down.

For those who have family members and concerns about work, these risk factors must be taken into consideration.

At deadly high speed, rushing into the low corner of the guardrail, using the running method that must push the grip of the tires to the limit... It's something only a desperate young madman would do.

Twenty or ten minutes before the start of the game, Zhong Liyi and others who had been staying on the top of the mountain decisively changed places.

Everyone's favorite viewing point, at this time, has a lot of differences.

Sha Xue hesitated for a while between Mako, Iketani's sweet friend, and Takeshi Nakasato, who was so hot-headed when he saw 86, and would not talk to her at all, but followed the latter.

"Hey, are you here too?"

Zhong Liyi was full of thoughts about waiting for the next game, until he stood at a high point on the inside of the bend, and suddenly found Sha Xue's existence.

"Well." Sha Xue said nonsense without hesitation: "I just think this place may be the most exciting."

"I didn't expect you to think so." Zhong Liyi suddenly showed a happy expression of finding a bosom friend, and began to chatter: "According to my observation, this bend..."

Well, sure enough.

Shaxue's face was cold and indifferent, but in his heart he secretly smirked: What's wonderful here is not only the turning skills of the two cars, but also because of being able to monopolize this guy's commentary.

——"It's really incredible."

Only one minute into the game, Jojima Jun had to admit that he had been frightened by Bunta's son who was running ahead.

18 years old?

If he hadn't seen the person sitting in the driver's cab with his own eyes, it was indeed that too young Fujiwara Takumi...

Even if someone told him at this time that 86 was actually opened by Mrs. Wen, he would probably believe it.

After all, the performance of the car in front was too perfect.

What he is best at is undoubtedly cornering with the minimum rudder angle, keeping the tires in the narrow limit range of slipping and not slipping.

It is a special running method that is neither drifting nor gripping.

But this is based on the fact that he has run on this mountain road tens of thousands of times, and he already knows the best route, and he has worked hard in the past 20 years.

He is long past the age at which he can improve his skills, and now he is struggling just to maintain it.

Did the 86 in front of me really only practice here for one night?

The route he chose was infinitely close to the ideal route he had spent so long in deciding.

"With such a level, Mrs. Wen has the nerve to say 'very tender'."

It is completely placed on the professional stage, and it will definitely not appear inferior.

At the beginning, he chose to chase after, just wanting to observe the characteristics of the car in front from the best angle.

But he didn't expect that after passing five or six corners, he was forced to the point where he had to concentrate all his attention to keep up with the car in front at a frighteningly fast pace.