love is eternal

They, about hot spring hotels, about how love happens...

That was almost five years ago.

In the summer of 2004, Claude, who had done chores for a day, stood in front of the bulletin board to see the list of matches.

As in previous years, Andre was listed at the top of the hero list as a star player, but there were some changes in No.1 in the motorcycle group.Jason Hopkins took home a championship trophy after only participating in three competitions. He became the well-deserved rookie king, defeated many veterans, and secured the top spot.Behind him, there is a long list of other excellent drivers, but there is no Claude's name.

In the fourth year of joining the Red Dragon team, he still failed to get the right to race, and he was not even a team supporter, just a handyman.

"Do you idiots know what you are doing? Claude is very talented. If he has the opportunity to participate in the race, I believe he will become the greatest motorcyclist in history." Overwhelmed, in order to seek justice, Claude went straight to the door of the captain's office, but heard the technical consultant yelling.

He froze for a moment, put his ear against the door, and heard a woman say: "Jason is enough for the motorcycle team, we don't need Claude."

"What right do you have to say that? Do you know rally racing? Letting you manage the team will only lead to the extinction of the Red Dragon!" The technical consultants beat the case, and the quarrel became more and more intense.

"Of course, I don't understand racing, and I have no interest. But don't forget, the entire team depends on my father. Without my family's full support, can you survive?" This arrogant and domineering voice is Red Dragon From the darling daughter of the team's sole sponsor, and everyone knows she's a mean woman.

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want with money!" The angry technical consultant opened the door and bumped into Claude who couldn't avoid it.

That day, the two men got together and got very drunk.

One is unrecognized for his talent, the other is full of regrets, and he looks like he will never meet again.

After a long talk that night, Claude finally understood the reason why he was not reused.Although he has achieved good results in practice races, even surpassing other professional drivers, but the sponsors don't like him, so they can only do such chores as serving tea and water and ordering bento.The technical consultant has been pressing Claude, have you offended Susan, why is it always against you, if so, we have to find a way to solve this problem.

He said he didn't know, but he knew it very well in his heart, because that woman named Susan loved Jason as much as he did!

It's not that he didn't wonder why he was so unpopular in the team and was excluded everywhere, of course it had something to do with her.But conjectures are conjectures, but when the truth is actually known, it is still a bit difficult to accept.

In fact, Jason seldom came home at this time. He moved into Susan's mansion and was said to be preparing for the wedding.Occasionally meet at the training base, but just say hello indifferently, like strangers.Claude knew that they had come to an end long ago, only the last moment was coming.He didn't know what Jason was thinking, maybe it was because he had promised his adoptive parents to take good care of him, maybe it was the reluctance accumulated over the years of getting along, maybe it was because he wanted to maintain his false image of a good man, so he never asked for a breakup , the two of them were so stiff.

But at this point today, he can't bear it anymore!

While drunk, he broke into Susan's house and fought Jason.

It ended with him being hospitalized with serious injuries, facing trespassing charges and being removed from the Red Dragon team.

That was the lowest point of his life, lying half dead in the hospital, almost to the point of waiting to die.He was like a piece of rotten wood, necrotic a little bit, until he met a very nervous fortune-teller in the ward.The beauty who came to visit Fang Yan who was in the same ward with him gave him an oracle to go to a hot spring hotel to find true love, so he met Yan who was covered in blood again.

Then, like a dog-blood TV series, they escaped the pursuit, lived and died together, and love was born in danger, and Claude also ignited new hope for life!

☆, the story before rebirth

"Come here, can you find true love?" One afternoon in July, Claude walked out of Baden-Baden Train Station dragging his luggage, holding a coupon for a hot spring hotel. That was the destination of his trip.After the lease expired, he didn't renew the lease because he wanted to escape from a place full of memories. These baggages became all his possessions, and they accompanied him on the journey to find a partner.

Although he was a bit puzzled, he might have come to the point of desperation, and he actually chose to believe in that very unreliable fortune teller.

"You've been in a bad relationship because you haven't met the one you were meant to be. Believe it or not, the fact is that your future partner has already appeared. He came to you at some point in the past and present. An important turning point in life passed by you. You didn’t notice each other, so you don’t know that there is such a person worthy of entrustment in the vast sea of ​​people, but I can tell you responsibly that when you meet him for the third time , is the time when the flower of love blooms." This fortune teller named Quan is very beautiful, and has a kind of magical power that people can't refuse.

So when he handed over a voucher for a hot spring hotel, Claude didn't shirk it and accepted it silently. That's why he appeared here.

This is a journey to find true love, and he is full of anticipation, ready for a new beginning!

Stepping into an unfamiliar town, the first thing he saw was a huge billboard printed with Baden-Baden Welcome. He raised his head and was attracted by the beautiful scenery on the screen.The air was filled with moisture, and the sunlight softened. He boarded the bus heading to the hot spring area, becoming interested in every bump.

Different from the modern city full of high-rise buildings, Baden-Baden is a quaint town, where you can see small buildings with red bricks and white walls everywhere.

Along the road, there are girls in tutu skirts and traditional plaid headscarves drying grains in their yards.Dogs bark and run around, and occasionally you can see docile cows or flocks of white geese.Police in smart uniforms patrol the streets on horseback and are photographed by friendly sightseers.This seems to be a warm but ordinary vacation spot, far away from impetuousness, and even the pace of life has slowed down.But it is not actually a rural place. This strangely named town has the richest geothermal resources and the largest and oldest casino in Europe.

Following the directions on the map, Claude found the hotel he was staying in all the way. After putting down his luggage, he couldn't wait to start the hot spring trip.

In order to save the little savings left, he chose a relatively cheap large bathhouse, and there are more tourists here, so the chance of meeting that destined lover is even greater.

But after soaking for a long time, until he was dizzy and was asked out of the bath with concern by the staff, he couldn't see a familiar person.

The fortune teller said that he had seen this person twice, so he would definitely have an impression.

"Oh, Claude, you may be the stupidest idiot in the world. Why did you make yourself like this? Are you afraid of dying alone? No, no, you shouldn't be afraid. It's fine to live alone." In the mirror in the locker room, he could clearly see his reddened body, like a boiled shrimp.

Everything is too funny.It's ridiculous!

He put on his clothes and hurried out of the bathroom, rationally telling him to get out of here, but he had nowhere to stay.Lost my job, no friends who can help me, and limited cash in my pocket, I'm at the end of my rope.

He began to think about what to do in the future, whether to give up his dream and return to the United States, or to find a job here and wait for new opportunities while working part-time.He didn't know what to do, he ate a light meal amidst the anxiety about the future, and didn't even have the energy to appreciate the beautiful night view, so he went straight back to his room to rest.

I slept very restlessly that night, and I still heard some kind of subtle noise between half-dream and half-awake.

It appeared that someone had broken into his room, and then retreated to the balcony, but did not leave immediately.Claude opened his eyes. For the sake of safety, he grabbed the lamp beside the bed as a weapon, and tiptoed to the half-open French window. The sound came from outside.

It is said that there are always many thieves in tourist attractions, who specialize in stealing tourists.

He leaned against the door and looked out. Under the faint moonlight and the illumination of the street lamps in the distance, he could vaguely see a figure collapsed on the ground.Sure enough, it was a thief. Claude held the lamp nervously and shouted, "Who's there, come out!"

The other party seemed to ignore his angry roar and remained motionless.

He waited for a while, always feeling a bloody smell in the air, the man seemed to be injured and couldn't move for the time being.No matter what, climbing to someone else's balcony with blood all over in the middle of the night would not be a good person anyway, so he grabbed the phone and prepared to call the police.

"If you don't want to die, raise your hand." As soon as he picked up the receiver, a weak threat came from the balcony.

The man in black night clothes and mask seemed to be seriously injured, and he was struggling to speak, making a wheezing sound like a broken bellows.His right hand holding the gun trembled a little, and his left hand tightly clutched his abdomen. Black and red blood was gurgling out, dripping all the way into the inner room.

"Don't shoot!" Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Claude obediently put down the things in his hands and raised his hands.

The man leaned against the wall, turned on the headlights, and the moment he saw Claude's face, his hands shook again.He frowned, seemingly full of doubts, but still ordered coldly: "Stand by the wall and kick the phone over."

"You are injured, you will die if you bleed like this." Claude retreated to the corner obediently, but forgot the current situation, and couldn't help sending out a kind reminder.

His eyes kept staring at the man's wound, and the blood gushing from his fingers indicated that he was seriously injured, maybe even his internal organs were injured.He didn't like trouble, but it wasn't nice to have a stranger die in his room, and it was annoying to be subjected to rounds of questioning by the police.

"Shut up!" The man scolded coldly, ignorantly.

The two confronted each other for a while, and in the silent room, the sound of blood dripping on the floor was amplified infinitely, making it creepy.

The man seemed to want to leave, but just as he took a step, he staggered and fell to the ground.

"Hey..." Claude raised his hands, very tangled.

He walked over cautiously, kicked him a few times, and found that the other party was motionless, and only then did he know that he had really passed out.So he immediately snatched the man's gun, hesitated for half a minute between calling the police immediately and saving the man first, and finally decided to treat the wound first.Judging from the amount of bleeding, the injury seemed serious, but the wound was not serious.It seems that it should be an incision left after some operation. It collapsed without complete healing, and there are traces of sutures on the edge, but I don't know why so much blood is bleeding.

When he was in the team, Claude received first aid training, including trauma treatment such as bone setting, so there was no rush.He first covered his bleeding place with a clean towel, tore the bed sheet into thin strips to act as a tourniquet, and finally stopped the blood that kept gushing out.

The sheet has many uses and ends up being a bandage, wrapping nicely around a man's belly.

After dealing with this, Claude suddenly felt that this person's eyes were very familiar, and he seemed to have seen him sleeping with his eyes closed before.Out of curiosity, he tore off the man's mask, and was immediately speechless in shock.

"Fang Yan?" Why did this Chinese who was in the same ward with him a week ago appear here covered in blood?

Claude froze in place, not knowing what to do for a while, he picked up the phone repeatedly, and finally put it down with complicated emotions.If it were someone else, he would definitely call the police without hesitation, but for Fang Yan, he felt a little sympathetic.Although we didn't get along for a long time, he decided in his heart that this taciturn man was by no means a bad person. This was an unfounded conjecture, completely based on his intuition, but he was willing to believe this strange feeling.

He wiped the stain off his body with a hot towel, changed into clean clothes, and went to deal with the blood on the balcony.

"You are such a harmless person, why did you get into trouble?" Claude squatted on the balcony to scrub the blood, while looking back at the sleeping person on the bed.It would be better to send him to the hospital, but he wasn't sure what this man had done, he didn't dare to act rashly, and he was very worried.He has some inexplicable affection for this Chinese man, and he firmly believes that he is not a gangster who does many evils, and he must be framed by others or involuntarily in order to become what he is now.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Fang Yan again, more sympathetic to what happened to him.

When Fang Yan was handling the bloody clothes, a document fell out of his pocket. Claude picked it up and looked at it, and the knot between his brows finally dissipated.He was as happy as a child, and said excitedly: "I knew it, you must not be a bad person, it's really great."

Fang Yan's photo, position and basic information are on the certificate, but these are not important.The most important thing is the magical pattern on the shell. The badge with a shield and a white eagle printed on a sky blue background is no stranger to Americans.Crowder had seen it, of course. It was the symbol of the CIA, an espionage and counterintelligence agency responsible for gathering intelligence of all kinds.

For ordinary people, it is definitely a mysterious and heroic institution.

"So you are the CIA!" Claude looked at Fang Yan who was in a coma, and a wave of respect spontaneously emerged: "You are so brave, you must be performing a great mission to make this happen."

He carefully covered him with a quilt, closed the doors and windows and stood aside, all kinds of whimsical thoughts began to come into his mind.For example, Fang Yan was chasing terrorists, but was accidentally betrayed by a traitor, causing serious injuries. When he was dying, he was rescued by the heroic Claude, and with his help, he defeated all the villains in one fell swoop.The stories in his head are climaxes and shocking, comparable to Hollywood action blockbusters.

Thinking about it, he couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, and burst out laughing.

"Why are you giggling all by yourself?" Fang Yan actually woke up a long time ago. The fainting was due to the medicine. He regained consciousness after the medicine wears off, but his body still couldn't move.Before he was sure what the other party would do, he could only wait and see what happened, but when he quietly observed the blond fool, he was almost amused by his rich expression.Plus hearing his muttering to himself, he wasn't worried about what this big boy would do to him, so he just asked directly.

"Fang Yan, are you awake? Is it better? Is it still hurting?" Claude ran over in surprise, brought him a cup of hot water to moisten his throat, and asked with concern, "Why are you so careless? It actually broke open the appendix surgery wound, fortunately the incision is small, otherwise you would bleed to death."

"Do you remember my name?" Fang Yan looked at him with interest, with a half-smile.

"Of course I remember, we were hospitalized together not long ago, don't tell me you don't remember me." Speaking of this, Claude suddenly became very anxious: "Hello, I'm Claude, the one with the broken rib by the window .”

"I know, we've met twice." He drooped his eyelids, drinking water casually.

"Twice?" Claude was stunned, looking through his memory carefully, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.Looking at the Chinese man in front of him, he couldn't help thinking, could it be that we had met before the hospitalization, or that he was the destined person that the fortune-teller said?Seeing his puzzled eyes, Fang Yan knew that he didn't remember what happened at the airport, so it was inconvenient to say more, so he calmly changed the topic: "Do you have any questions to ask?"

"Yes, and there are many!" Claude finished, and returned the documents to him: "But with this, I don't need to ask anything, I just need to know that what you are doing is just."

"That's fake." Fang Yan didn't even lift his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, a shocking news came.

He held the warm water glass and waited quietly for the other party's reaction.

"Then are you the FBI, or the Interpol?" The blond idiot couldn't turn his head around, and always leaned on the messenger of justice.Because in his heart, it is impossible for this gentle Chinese to do bad things. He is gentle and polite, not talkative, and he is a friend worth making.

Because Claude's serious expression was so funny, Fang Yan couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and leaned into his ear and said, "I'm the Mafia."

"Nonsense, I don't believe it." He shook his head desperately, with a little excitement in his eyes, rubbing his hands together and said, "I understand, your identities cannot be disclosed to outsiders. Don't worry, I won't tell, it's really exciting gone."

"Stimulation will kill people." He leaned lazily on the bed, covered with a warm quilt, and it was rare for him to relax, but time waited for no one: "Claude, can you do me a favor? I'm not very active now It’s convenient, but someone must help me deliver a very important item to my companion. But this is dangerous, you can refuse, it’s okay.”

"If you tell me where we met, I'll help you. I mean, you remember me except the time in the hospital, right?" He didn't forget the purpose of this trip, maybe Fang Yan was what he was looking for that person.

"It's really interesting." Fang Yan suddenly hooked his neck and said in a low voice, "If you can remember, I'll give you anything you want."

"Really? I..." Before the question came out, Fang Yan suddenly covered his mouth with a solemn expression, and there were many hurried footsteps in the corridor.He gestured to Claude to keep quiet, turned over and got out of bed, quickly turned off the light in the room, and put his ears on the door to catch all the noises.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Claude's hands were sweaty, trying to find Fang Yan's figure in the dark.

There was a noise outside the door, it seemed that someone was searching every room, obviously aimed at Fang Yan.He looked back at Claude with complicated eyes, as if he had a lot to say, but time was short and there was no room for extra nonsense.He staggered and ran to the balcony, and after making sure that the downstairs was temporarily safe, he prepared to turn down from the second floor.

"You're crazy, you won't run far if you go on like this, and you might be discovered." Claude grabbed his arm and whispered, "I'll be with you, I can help a little bit."

After he finished speaking, he turned down from the balcony and responded below.

"You want to follow yourself, I won't protect you." Pushing away his hand that was about to support, Fang Yan has returned to his usual indifference.

"Give me back the robbery." It's okay for him to be inconvenient, and he also brought a layman with him, which made him a little annoyed.

Claude obediently returned the gun to him, and the two walked around the alley in the dark.

Turning to the intersection, there are many police cars parked there, and some policemen are checking the passing vehicles.Seeing the law enforcement officers, Claude's eyes lit up, and he seemed finally relieved: "Go to the police, they can help us, otherwise I don't know if I can guarantee your safety."

Fang Yan rolled his eyes, not knowing how to explain to this overly naive guy, these notes are all here to catch him!

Not wanting to attract attention, Fang Yan retreated back to the alley silently, intending to pass by another road.But two young men in pajamas who came out for a night out in the middle of the night still attracted the attention of the police, and one of the officers told them to stop loudly: "Sir, please stay where you are, I think we should talk."

"Go!" Fang Yan didn't know where the strength came from, turned around and ran, and Claude, who was confused, had to follow behind.

"People in front, stop!" Chasing me and running seems to be the consistent theme of police movies, so as soon as Fang Yan and the others escape, the police behind them persevere in catching up.

He knows the terrain, shuttles through the small streets of the old city, and knows how to get rid of annoying policemen.But with Claude, you can't escape as easily as usual, and you have to spend some thought.They ran all the way to the moat, the police car went around and blocked the intersection, and several patrolmen joined in the pursuit.In desperation, Fang Yan could only tell Claude to hold his breath, temporarily hide under the water, and distract the pursuers by himself.

Ten minutes later, he swam under the bridge to meet Claude.

"Why did you run away when you saw the police?" This was his first question.

"Aren't you going to run and wait to die?" Fang Yan showed that half-smile expression again, this person is really interesting.

"I mean why are you afraid of the police." The conversation was interrupted again, the siren of the police car was getting closer, Fang Yan pressed his shoulder, and the two sank into the water together.The feeling of suffocation made the time extremely long, and Claude, who had not received special training, quickly couldn't hold back and wanted to float to the surface.Fang Yan, who sensed his intention, immediately leaned over and stopped him with his body.He brought his mouth closer and gave him the space in his mouth.

It's almost a kiss!

Fang Yan didn't know what Claude's expression was like now, but he stopped struggling completely.

Ten seconds later, the two surfaced together.

"I think of one thing..." Claude panted heavily, and said intermittently: "Four years ago, we met at the London airport..."

☆, the story before rebirth

Once the goal is determined, things become simple, just work hard in that direction.

After dispelling the stupid idea of ​​working in a convenience store, the little lion focused on the trials half a month later, practicing hard every day, wishing he had to eat and sleep, and ride on his precious motorcycle 24 hours a day.He even made basic modifications to the motorcycle, but his technology was limited and he didn't dare to move the core parts. He only strengthened the front fork and replaced it with a racing-specific inline row and hot-melt tires with stronger grip.Then, the height of the seat was adjusted reasonably, and the color of the fuselage was changed despite Fang Yan's objection.He painted the new car an eye-catching gold color, with silver lightning stripes, and gave it a very domineering name - Biscuit!

"My dearest biscuit, good morning." Now, the first thing he does every morning is to say hello to his sweetheart.

"Don't you think Biscuit will dazzle other contestants' eyes?" Fang Yan shook his head helplessly. Although he knew that he was obsessed with motorcycles, he didn't know that he would be so crazy.Of course it wasn't to the point of being unbearable, but seeing that he liked that car so much, he felt a little upset and started to be jealous: "If I saw a huge golden monster flying past me during the race, I would definitely be shot by the car." The bright light blinds the eyes.”

"How can it be so dazzling, many modified cars are much more exaggerated than it, my little biscuit is a gentle and beautiful girl." Claude shrugged disapprovingly, with an expression of what you can do to me now.

When Fang Yan chose to spray paint, Fang Yan disagreed with the high-profile gold color.He doesn't like items that are too ostentatious, so he recommends a more popular color such as all black or silver, not too eye-catching.But Claude refused to give in, and in the end he sprayed it with a light blonde that was too bright, which matched his hair color very well.

"Let's go, I'm going to be late for work." After a few days of settling down, Fang Yan had to start working.Now Claude has become his exclusive driver, taking him to work and picking him up every day, and spending the rest of his time practicing.

After delivering it to the company gate, he repeatedly told the dialect to combine work and rest, and remember to eat lunch before driving home.

Although the Hummer h1 is a very powerful off-road vehicle, his enthusiasm for cars is obviously lower than that of motorcycles. He just wants to go home and see his beloved biscuit.He rushed home quickly, humming along while listening to the opera CD Fang Yan left in the car, and bought a bunch of things when he passed by the supermarket.Jason seemed less important in his life, because he was gradually attracted to other things, and every day was full, and he had no idle thoughts.

"Come on today!" He roared, full of confidence.

Their villa is far away from the urban area, quiet and pleasant, there is a small valley not far from the back mountain, the terrain is rugged and quite rough.There is a small meandering river in the middle, and the river beach is full of white stones. The shallow river is at most half a meter deep, and there are rows of tall and straight birch trees on the opposite side.Along the way, there are not only soft and difficult mud roads, but also extremely hard stone beaches. It is a very good off-road route to go up and down hills and walk through thorns, except that there is no desert area.He spends hours every day flying across the valley, hoping to become one with Biscuit.

It sounds crazy, but for rally drivers, a car is more than just a vehicle, it's a vital companion with whom they are physically and mentally united.

A successful driver must develop a tacit understanding with the car!

But he has never received professional training, and no one has planned a systematic and comprehensive training plan for him. He only relies on enthusiasm and recklessness. Although it is not efficient, it can make the onlookers feel a little awe.Maybe he didn't even realize that when he was serious, his expression was serious and charming, and he was by no means the usual unreliable big boy.Fang Yan likes to see his focused expression, so no matter how busy he is at work, he will spare time to accompany Claude.Even if you don't say a word, just look at him quietly, you will feel very happy.

"I'll ask for leave tomorrow, and I'll accompany you to the trials." At ten o'clock in the evening, Fang Yan was still curled up on the sofa arranging materials. This position was very uncomfortable, but if he went to the study, he couldn't be next to his little lion.

"You're crazy, ask for leave as soon as you're hired, and be careful of being fired!" The little lion held a gay magazine and read it with gusto, but not to the extent of fascination, and his mind followed Fang Yan's words: "Besides, there is nothing interesting about the tryouts. , you just wait at home for the result."

Fang Yan knew that he wanted a chance to meet Jason alone, so instead of exposing him on the spot, he cleverly made an excuse: "I want to take pictures of you every game, and make an edit later, you Don’t you want it? After you win the championship, you can do a special program called Driver Claude, who was young.”

"Film it?" Sounds like fun.

"Perhaps you want to shoot those who don't wear clothes?" The adult magazines held by the little lion are very explosive, and they are all macho men who show off their muscles.

From the look in his eyes, he was coveting, or yearning for, the body of a strong male model with thick body hair again.

"Don't come over, I won't be able to bear it, there is still a match tomorrow." Quickly pushed Fang Yan who was leaning over, the little lion expressed his position nervously.

Although they haven't really combined yet, it often happens that they use their hands or mouth to comfort each other, but these days he seems to be abstinent, probably to prepare for the game.Many people think that car racing is easier than competitive sports like basketball and football, which is absolutely wrong.Motorcyclists have high requirements on physical fitness and endurance, especially long-distance cross-country races. If the physical fitness is not up to standard, they will not be able to enter the African competition area at all.

That's why the little lion recharged his batteries, and he didn't dare to take it lightly even in the trials.

"Then you still read pornographic books." Whenever Claude showed a bewildered expression, Fang Yan couldn't help but want to tease him.

"This is a luxury special issue that needs to be pre-ordered. If you don't read it, even God will be angry." Raising the magazine in his hand, the little lion decisively opened the gorgeous pull-out page, and a fit Asian model was showing off his body: "Look, they are all yellow." People, why are you so different. I don't dislike you, but you don't even grow hair, which makes me feel like I'm bullying a minor."

"You don't have many." Fang Yan never understood the little lion's obsession with hair.

"Nonsense, I'm obviously very-thick-dense-" The blond fool who was stepped on the sore spot became annoyed.

"Only the hair is very thick." Reaching out to grab those soft hairs, he suddenly had the illusion that he didn't want him to grow up. Maybe the mature Claude was very charming, but such an innocent life was in his heart. Under protection, it seems to be good.

But Fang Yan will not do so.

Because as he grows older, his knowledge will become wider and wider, he will meet many people, experience various extraordinary things, and finally be polished and strong.

Fang Yan wanted to chat for a while, but the little lion was yawning and sleepy, so he went to rest early.Sitting alone on the sofa, he was dealing with a lot of documents, and he was inevitably a little impatient.It has been more than ten days since I joined the company, not to mention collecting strong evidence, I haven't even had a chance to meet the boss.Although according to the memory before rebirth, he could take a shortcut and solve all this quickly, but he was unwilling to devote all his energy to the task and reduce the time spent with Claude.

For example, he can skip tomorrow's trials, but he can't.

At this juncture, he can't let Claude and Jason meet alone, and he can't let him hesitate and relapse.Although this possibility is very small, he dare not take it lightly.After all, Jason is still in the little lion's heart...

How can I make him think of me, only look at me, and only love me?Fang Yan couldn't sleep anymore!

The next day, Fang Yan, who had been thinking wildly all night, sent Claude to the practice field of the Red Dragon Racing Team with two dark circles under his eyes.

"I told you not to ask for leave. You worked overtime in order to finish the work ahead of time. You have such a bad face." Seeing his haggard face, Claude took it for granted that he stayed up late for work: "Today seems to be registration and physical fitness. The track test will be tomorrow, and you will rest in the car later, and you are not allowed to run around."

"Understood, I listen to you." Fang Yan tilted his head, leaned on the passenger seat and closed his eyes to rest.

As the ever-victorious army of the Dakar Rally, the Red Dragon team has no sponsorship from a car manufacturer. Their only sponsor is a comprehensive family business. The successor of this generation is Dean, who Fang Yan visited before.Since there are no manufacturer restrictions, their players can change parts without any scruples, and create super-modified cars within the scope of the competition. This is the reason why many players want to enter the Red Dragon instead of the factory team.

In addition, the Red Dragon team also has its own practice field, a closed training base far away from the urban area, covering an area of ​​16 square meters, which is the dream of every fledgling racing driver.

"Fang Yan, this place is so cool!" Behind the fence is a U-shaped track that simulates various competition environments, and the little lion looked inside enviously.His excited and expectant expression made Fang Yan feel guilty, he turned his head, couldn't bear to look into his shining eyes, and found a topic in a panic: "It should be fun to test the car on this kind of track."

"Of course, I really hope to go up and try." The car drove into the training base, and Claude's eyes kept scanning around.

Knowing that he was looking for Jason, Fang Yan said calmly, "I don't know if your brother will come."

He used the word "brother" to remind Claude to correct his position and recognize his relationship with Jason!

"I don't know..." Claude's eyes dimmed, and there were many complicated emotions: "He may be in the arms of a rich woman, and he even forgot who he is."

On the day they broke up, Jason held a beautiful girl on the road and said to him: Being with this woman can save ten years of struggle, and a fool will choose you. Wake up, two men will not have results .

"It's not a bad thing to find a rich woman. You have to understand that everyone has their own choice, and we have no right to criticize him. And it's worth it to see what kind of person he is from this incident?" Fang Yanshun wrote His words went on, trying to enlighten.But he was not sure whether Quan would let Jason to participate in the selection, so he began to consider a new strategy.If Jason can't come, then let the little lion enter the Red Dragon. After all, he likes it so much, and it would be good to realize his dream.

"Well, you're right." He was a little disappointed, but he also knew that the situation was different now, and he and Jason were over.

But they were all wrong. Those who thought they would not come had actually arrived long ago.

When registering in the lobby, Jason, who had already filled out the form, received a number plate and was about to go for a medical examination.He passed by Claude, but he was very indifferent, and he didn't even fall on him from the corner of his eye.The little lion didn't expect him to react like this. He instinctively called his name and strode after him: "I think we should talk."

"What are you talking about?" His face was pale and his tone was cold.

"No matter what, you are my brother and my family. Do you know what I mean, even if there is no blood relationship, no longer that kind of relationship, we are brothers who grew up together. Since the death of our parents,