Quick time travel: The black-bellied boss is having sex with cannon fodder again

When the two of Meng Yan arrived at the agreed place, the scene was already very lively.

Most of the people are of the same age, just the age that loves to play. This game is organized by Meng Qiran, and most of the people who can come are those whose families can rank in City B.

Yu Qu's brothers also came, and when they saw them, they waved to them and took them to their place.

The words used for Qu are to cheer for Meng Yan.

Naturally, the original owner's friends and foxes greeted him, but Meng Yan only responded indifferently, without further conversation.

"It's going to rain tonight." One person looked at the phone and said in surprise.

The roar from the sky was intermittent. In fact, the sky had already been covered by dark clouds, but people couldn't see it.

"Meng Yan, it's raining and the road is slippery, and the sight is blocked. The risk factor is not usually high."

Yu Qu was worried, especially when Meng Qiran's people played tricks, the danger would be even more unpredictable.

"It's okay, I skate and he skates too, it depends on whether he dies." Meng Yan patted Yu Qu's shoulder to express his comfort.

"If you don't want to die, can you beat you? I'm afraid that you will even bring your car with you... Bah, you will definitely come back intact."

"Usually, if I say such things, I'm not far from death." Meng Yan laughed suddenly.

"Tsk, it's obviously your competition, why am I more nervous than you?" Yu Qu scratched the back of his head, he could feel that Meng Yan was really relaxed.

"I'm going to win." So there's no need to be nervous.

"Good brother, I am optimistic about you, let's finish it!"

Meng Yan felt something, looked up, and met Meng Qiran's sight.

The two looked at each other from a distance, and the smell of gunpowder in the air was getting stronger.

Meng Qiran made a mouth shape, "You are defeated."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Meng Yan's lips, he raised his hand, clenched his fist and raised his thumb. The thumb slowly moved counterclockwise, giving him a big thumbs-up.

After staying for a few seconds, Meng Qiran managed to see his face blackened into carbon, while his side was full of laughter, full of youthful vitality.

"That's right, Young Master Meng. There aren't many people who can make Meng Qiran feel embarrassed. Young Master Meng, you are quite powerful." One of Yu Qu's brothers said with a smile.

Yu Qu put on Meng Yan's shoulder with a proud face, "The more powerful ones are yet to come. The grandson of Meng Qiran wants to take advantage of Meng Yan's prestige, and he doesn't care if we give him a chance."

"Okay, I'll go get ready." Meng Yan reluctantly took his hand away. Yu Qu is good at everything, but he likes to do things.

"Come on! Let them see what a real racing car is." Yu Qu heard that Meng Yan's level is comparable to that of a professional racing driver.

Meng Yan had just walked two steps, and when he heard his unflattering words, he turned around and smiled and said, "By the way, if your car is damaged or scrapped later, I will compensate you."

"Oh no, the car will send you off, no, why did you suddenly say compensation..."

Before Yu Qu finished speaking, Meng Yan had already entered the car.

No matter which side this race is for, everyone in the room knew it well, but the protagonist didn't say anything, and the others naturally dutifully acted as spectators.

Meng Yan sat in the car, did nothing but closed his eyes quietly.

When he opened it a minute later, those peach blossom eyes were clear and bright, full of firmness.

Although all of this is the original owner's business, after all, now that he has become Meng Yan, he has to clean up these stalls.

This game can be regarded as a desperate behavior of a group of rich second generations who have nothing to do.

There are no rules, no restrictions, and the winner is the one who reaches the finish line first.

But although it is not formal, there are actually signal lights.

Many cars on the field were warming up, and the time soon came to [-] o'clock in the evening.

The car enters the grid.

There are seven racing cars in total, except for Meng Yan and Meng Qiran, the other drivers are all from Meng Qiran's side. Yu Quben also wanted to ask someone to get in, but was stopped by Meng Yan.

When the five signal lights turned on one by one, and then turned off at the same time, all the racing cars flew out in an instant.

The game has officially started.

The drone is connected to the screen to display the game situation in real time.

Meng Yan and Meng Qiran's car was in the lead at the beginning, but soon it became a two-person competition.

The front is about to reach the first corner, the two cars step on the accelerator to the bottom, and even the arc of drifting is exactly the same.

The two cars, one red and the other yellow, were clenching each other tightly, and even found time to look at each other through the window.

In the eyes of both sides, there is the same desire to win.

The racing car is really something that can arouse emotions. The enthusiasm in the viewing area from the beginning to the current breathless concentration perfectly reflects the excitement of this competition.

One bend and one straight line after another, the two failed to lead anyone.

Thunder suddenly appeared in the sky, and lightning completely illuminated the night.

Meng Yan's lips were almost pursed into a straight line, and her eyes were fixed on the front. There were seven consecutive curves in front of her.

In the case of driving at such a high speed, it is necessary to go through seven consecutive corners, and accidents will happen if you are not careful. Both of them must work hard.

The two cars have been side by side for a long time, but it is obviously impossible to be side by side when cornering.

Meng Yan and Meng Qiran turned the steering wheel to the right almost at the same time, and the two cars were close together, sparks sparked from the body.

No one was willing to slow down the speed of the car, it was obvious that they were desperate, or they were desperate and refused to give in.

"Fucking bull!" The audience area sighed in disbelief.

The two cars passed through two corners at the same time, and this wave of operation was clearly like long-standing partners.

Meng Yan wanted to break away from Meng Qiran's restraint, and after another bend, Meng Yan exerted pressure, pressing Meng Qiran to touch the rock wall, creating a brighter spark.

Breaking free from the restraints, Meng Yan turned sideways, forcing Meng Qiran to bump into the rear of his car while crossing the curve, so as to slow down the latter's speed.

So far, Meng Yan has taken the lead over Meng Qiran by desperate means.

It was evenly matched at the beginning, and when one side took the lead, it was difficult for the other side to overtake in a short period of time.

Meng Qiran was so angry that he could only bite Meng Yan's tail, and hit him from time to time. Fortunately, after seven bends, it was a relatively straight line, so Meng Qiran could only bite his tail.

"Tsk, I've really grown up."

Shen Jipiao followed the two racing cars in mid-air without any assistance under him.

"Host, why can you?!" 009 yelled, "This plane does not allow supernatural powers to cultivate immortals, why hasn't the plane's consciousness expelled you?" The plane's consciousness didn't notice, even the drone didn't See!

"What's the noise? Let's concentrate on watching." Shen Ji turned a blind eye to 009's accusation.

009 was so angry that he almost shut down, and really wanted to ask the plane consciousness to complain to the host, but he had to finish the complaint.

That's all, it's fine if the plane consciousness didn't find it, you have to watch it next time.

Meng Yan had already reached the top of the mountain, and Meng Qiran followed closely behind.

Meng Yan made a straight-line U-turn without any stop, and the car flew out again.

Meng Qiran was already a step behind, but now that the gap widened again, he slammed the steering wheel, "Meng Yan".

"It's a good practice." Shen Ji expressed his views as an audience.

"It's raining." He looked up to the sky.

After the words fell, a thunderbolt came crashing down with raindrops.

009: Standing so high, I am not afraid of lightning strikes.