Chapter 275: #8 The road to the night run of the newly crowned F1 racing champion

Sitting in the bright red Formula One car just half an inch from the starting white line, Chi Xiaochi raises his hand to adjust the angle of his visor and helmet.

The instincts of the original owner in his body made him ready for anything, his toes on the gas pedal, the elastic pedal slightly sunk, at the time of the hair will be issued, the engine sound humming, stimulating the human eardrums.

Anyone would be shocked by this industrial roar. Some will feel a deep sense of fear, while others will feel an insatiable desire to conquer.

A Formula 1 championship final is about to begin.

After qualifying, Chi Xiaochi took the first pole position.

To be precise, Ikaruga is here to take over.

The mission is not difficult, the key is that the system and the host who are unfortunate enough to draw this mission both have severe psychological motion sickness.

So with nothing else to do, the main god of the pool ran out to fill in for the staff.

After taking over the Lord God System, Chi Xiaochi realized that when he was on a mission earlier, he was called a model worker, which was not an exaggeration at all.

There are only a handful of A-ranked world threads, and S-ranked ones are even more rare, so it's really hard for Brainflower to go through the trouble of finding him different ways to find faults, like trying to find gold in shit.

Most world lines have a B level of difficulty, just like this one.

A hot-blooded, promising 19-year-old race car athlete, originally and the mechanic boyfriend like fingers and lips, snuggling, cooperation, but unfortunately, the mechanic always has a love of racing in his heart, and the young athlete belongs to the same team of the moonlight.

Bai Yueguang and the original master is a tit-for-tat rival, since the original master came to the team, it has risen as a new star, and compared to him, the team members are all eclipsed.

The white moonlight is used to being a star-studded white moonlight, will not allow others to share their own cup of soup?

So, White Moonlight spilled her guts to the mechanic.

And to satisfy his "love" of racing, the mechanic used next-level bolts on the little lover's car.

The mechanic thought the worst he could do would be to break down halfway through the race, but his little lover was too tough for him, and in the race, hard on his strength, he dumped his White Moonlight out of third or fourth place, and rode ahead on his own, sprinting.

The little lover only knew that White Moonlight had some ambiguity towards his own mechanic, and didn't realize that they were actually consensual, so he was fuming and refused to let White Moonlight win no matter what.

The result of the viciousness was that at the end of the line, the overburdened bolt burst and blew out the sub-tank.

As soon as he was dragged out of the car covered in fire, he knew that his career had come to an end.

He didn't think anything worse could happen until he heard the mechanic arguing with White Moonlight at the hospital.

Two people are passing the buck to each other.

In their mouths, the mechanic seemed to be in deep love, and the white moonlight seemed to be all but innocent.

Only as if he deserved it.

A good child, so full of hate, struggling to die from complications of infection.

Not a difficult task at all, and the previous host was considered smart enough to have drawn up a whole response plan in consultation with his own system.

--White Moonlight will never be able to touch the trophy, and the mechanic, while refurbishing this car yesterday, was about to replace the bolts when he was smashed on the spot by a sub-standard jack, fracturing both his hands and his sternum, and is in the hospital, worrying about his future and on edge, so where's the chance to pick up on White Moonlight's business?

All Chi Xiaochi had to do was drive the car.

In the past, when he didn't love himself, he couldn't sleep at midnight and loved to find a remote piece of open land to drive fast, feeling like he was driving a wild horse out of control.

But when the green light came on, and the instinct of the original owner in his body drove him to step on the gas pedal of the race car, Chi Xiaochi realized that formula racing is not the same species as ordinary cars.

Not a wild horse, but a scalding, low, harsh growling beast.

Each cross-drift in the corners is like trying to throw one's soul out by the roots, the body is uncontrollable, and the only way back to earth is through the strong grip of the tires.

A horrible pushback sensation that makes your scalp tingle with a jab.

One can only perform techniques sensibly and calmly in such a savage state of limbo, while the blood in his body burns with the smell of motor oil.

It had been a long time since he'd lain clear on the bed, and it had been a long time since he'd enjoyed such an unbridled to-the-bone sensation, so stimulating that Chi Xiaochi wanted to scream out in pleasure.

Bai Yueguang also gritted his teeth, but the best he could do with his best efforts was to follow Chi Xiaochi's ass for about a kilometer, eating tailwinds for a while before being overtaken by the cars coming up behind him.

Just think of how chagrined he looks right now.

However, as long as the original owner was there, he would never win.

The original owner was younger than him, had more drive than him, and had more talent than he could possibly have in a lifetime.

And White Moonlight didn't have the slightest idea what future mechanics, would think of the White Moonlight who had ruined his career.

After all, if it wasn't for White Moonlight's soft-spokenness, he, who was the main mechanic and had already checked the condition of the vehicle a few times, wouldn't have drilled underneath the vehicle at that time more than necessary.

Will the mechanic find a way to return a subpar bolt to White Moonlight in the agony of the blow?

And who knows.

For Chi Xiaochi, all he knew was that the game was over and the original owner had won.

In the midst of the shouts and cheers, Chi Xiaochi got out of the car in a hot sweat, and in the desert wind mixed with the smell of motor oil, he raised his arms to the camera and clenched his fists in a roar, full of the youthful vigor of determination.

After the evening's celebration, Chi Xiaochi put the body of the original owner, who had been drunk for a while, into the hotel, and got into the bright red race car, kicked the gas, and drove into the middle of the vast and long track.

The desert at night lost the daytime fire like cooking oil hustle and bustle, colorful ribbons fluttering in the wind on one side, one side of the sand rustling, suspected ruins of the scene, quite a mirage of feeling.

There is no original owner inside, but Chi Xiaochi can still enjoy the thrill of the ride.

Sharp-spinning tires crushed through wind-blown gravel. With a rustling and crunching sound, the vehicle was so fast that it seemed like it would be driving off into the clouds at any moment.

At the end of the track, in the hinterland of the desert, the tires turn hard and sharp on the ground, cutting a long white trail.

Chi Xiaochi screams out in pain, slaps down the steering wheel, collapses into the back of the driver's seat, undoes the helmet straps and laughs.

At that moment, Lou Ying's less-than-steady but still gentle voice came through the headphones, "Happy."

Chi Xiaochi nodded and touched the holster of the steering wheel as well, "How are you doing?"

He's only doing it because Lou Ying's been around.

...... Lou Ying itself, is this colorful sports car.

"The engine is overheating." Lou Ying There was a hidden, alien gasp in his voice, "Excessive friction."

Chi Xiaochi was a bit distressed, "Why didn't you say so earlier. I'll pour some cool water on you?"

He was about to get out of the car when the pliable seatbelt poked out of the buckle on one side, making a squeaking sound, almost gently binding Chi Xiaochi's raised hand, wrapping it tightly in a circle that wasn't too compressive, but caused the skin and heart to tighten where it had been entangled.

In the headset, Lou Ying's voice was placed very softly, like a feather lightly tickling Chi Xiaochi's earlobe, "Please, Mr. Lord God, don't move, let me do it, okay."

The harness wrapped around and separated Chi Xiaochi's arms and legs and carefully removed his clothing.

The car's music system turned on and played soothing and somewhat ambiguous music.

The seats flatten, the glass turns black, and the sunroof opens to reveal a star-filled desert sky.

In a small party, a large swath of tiny stars is hidden, like the sands of the Ganges.

The thermostat system is on and warm air is sent out, greatly slowing the chill of the dark desert night.

Chi Xiaochi lay back on the flattened seat, his fingers and palms unconsciously clenched, his heart beating violently, the sweat on his back making his skin itch and burn.

He swallowed nervously.

It wasn't the first time, but he was still nervous and expectant.

Lou Ying is as good at mechanics as he is at literature, and in every way his imagination knows no bounds, surprising Chi Xiaochi every time.

This time is no exception.

Lou Ying's shadow, at first a faint one, appears on the windshield and gradually emerges as a clear form, like a genie coming out of the water mirror of Greek mythology, elegant and courteous, yet exuberant and bold, not sparingly showing off each and every clean, muscular line of his body.

By day, he was one with him, galloping and flying; by night, he stepped out of the mirror and invited him to join him in the clouds.

Normally, Lou Ying is never in a hurry in this matter, not even with the help of external assistance.

He likes to use warmth to slowly bring Chi Xiaochi's body to its most perfect state.

But today Lou Ying is a bit eager, and her movements are extraordinarily spirited and bold.

...... Maybe the engine friction is overheating.

Nonetheless, Lou Ying, as is his custom, moved to his right hand, which was restrained, and kissed Chi Xiaochi's fingertips, knuckles, belly, and palm with tenderness.

Chi Xiaochi only felt that each stroke was like being kissed by him on the tip of his heart, crispy, itchy, and unusually warm.

He opened himself up completely to meet Lou Ying.

No one but Lou Ying could give the ever-vigilant Chi Xiaochi such a sense of security.

His left hand, kidnapped extremely high by the seatbelt, clenched into a fist and unclenched, a tantalizing pink color flaring in his palm, and a low choking and urging sound escaped his throat.

Lou Ying's hands were free so he could cup Chi Xiaochi's face and kiss and kiss it again with a restrained, withdrawn expression.

The only thing left in the wilderness was this one small, movable room, vibrating with a different and intense frequency.

The good news is that the race-class vehicle is fully capable of withstanding such bumps.

After a hearty silent gallop, a left hand, as if unable to bear it, slapped onto the windowpane full of fine water vapor, and then weakly slid slowly down the windowpane and disappeared on the other side, leaving only a shallow trace of hand sweat.