After listening carefully, Nan Yuan asked, "So, who is the lucky child in this world?"

Xiaotang immediately replied: "The luck child in this world is a female student at Xiangjiang Noble High School. Now she is a first grader, and is one level lower than you. Although luck child's family conditions are not good, she is very hardworking, tenacious and diligent. , Chu Sheng entered this high school with the first grade in the city, all tuition and miscellaneous fees are free, and the male protagonist is a transfer student from City A. Because of his cold temperament and handsome face, the male protagonist successfully replaced the old school. The grass became the grass of the new school. After that, the male protagonist and Qi Yunzi became the same table, and started a high school love story of redemption and redemption..."

Xiaotang is still vividly describing the history of struggle and love recorded by his father. Nan Yuan has not listened to it anymore, because several motorcycles have already entered the track.

All racers put their helmets on and put their helmet visors down.

When the mask is put on, most of the surrounding noise is blocked.

The rumbling engine sounded.

The gangsters who did not participate in the competition acted as referees. With a wave of their arms, the five motorcycles rushed out like arrows from the strings.

Nan Yuan grabbed the armrest on the back seat and felt the wind blowing against her body.

Many images of the previous world surged up like a tide and receded like a tide, leaving only a few remaining images, even Xiao Luohan's handsome face was gradually fading.

Nan Yuan's mood suddenly became a little irritable.

After a few bangs, several motorcycles passed Zhao He one after another.

After Nan Yuan returned to her senses, she looked at the small and thin **** sitting in front, and found that his cheeks were moving, as if he was yelling something.

Before Zhao He could finish half a lap, a shiny green motorcycle passed him. In the blink of an eye, the black vest and grey pants disappeared from sight, accompanied by the arrogant motorcycle. A whimper sounded like a gust of wind.

It's the one surnamed Han!

Holy **** so fast?

There was a corner just now!

Dare to drive so fast around the corner, I'm afraid I don't want to die?

Zhao He was dumbfounded.

It's no wonder he can win!

At this moment, their boss's motorcycle also caught up and almost collided with Zhao He's motorcycle.

Zhao He turned his handle sharply and narrowly avoided it, but the front of the car brushed past the inner wall of the mountain.

Rao is so, this little **** is very frightened.

"Fuck, Brother Li is going to die!" Zhao He yelled.

Zhao He shook his hands and ran another half lap.

There was a temporary parking spot just outside the runway. Nan Yuan patted his shoulder and pointed again, signaling him to rest.

Zhao He's arms were trembling when he just found a step down. Taking advantage of no one behind him, he hurriedly parked the motorcycle to the temporary parking lot.

After taking off his helmet, Zhao He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and groaned a few times.

He followed Brother Li to eat and drink spicy food, not to die. The scene just now was really paralyzing and scaring people to death.

Although they were wearing helmets, they were not wearing racing suits for racing. If they collided with each other or rushed out of the mountain, they would really die!

Brother Li is dying?

Brother Han is also a ruthless character, he dares to drive so fast at the bend of the mountain road!

When Zhao He was in shock, he suddenly saw his little sister in the back seat sitting on the front seat of the motorcycle.

Nan Yuan lifted the mask, looked at him with a pair of smoky eyes that looked a bit like a giant panda, and asked lightly, "Would you like to come up? I'll pick you up for the remaining laps."

Zhao He wanted to laugh a little, but then he really laughed out loud, "Hahaha...you drive me? Have you ever touched a motorcycle? Can you drive?"

Nan Yuan started the motorcycle skillfully, "Can't get on? If you can't get on, I'll pick you up when I finish running."

She really knows how to drive this stuff. In the last world, she was the queen of kung fu. She was not limited to making ancient costume and martial arts movies. She also took many modern action movies. It was a common scene to ride a motorcycle.

Zhao He was dumbfounded, "Fuck, are you serious?"

Two minutes later, Zhao He put on his helmet again and stumbled onto the little sister's thief boat.

Gear up, gas pedal.

With a bang, the motorcycle rushed out.

Because of inertia, Zhao He's body slammed backwards, and his waist was almost snapped.

The next second, a terrified scream broke out from Zhao He's mouth, "Fuck ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah --- help ah ah-"

At this time, Han Luoqing was riding his big motorcycle with ease to abuse the children.

When Tai Sui breaks ground, you have to see if you have that ability.

These little brothers don't go to school well, so they just want to be some kind of gangsters. Are gangsters so good?

Dressed crookedly and with a cigarette in his mouth, thought he was in the underworld?

... not taught.

After a few laps, Han Luoqing had memorized the track by heart and could be distracted by other things.

At this moment, there was a sudden howl of ghosts and wolves behind him, "Ah, ah, help, ah-"

The voice got closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye it was right in front of him.

The man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to glance, and saw that the little gangster who was carrying the little Taimei had changed positions with the little Taimei, and now it was the little Taimei who was driving the motorcycle.

A distraction, the motorcycle first flushed with him, and then slowly overtook him.

Han Luoqing suddenly returned to his senses, a pair of eyes that were lacking in interest lit up slightly, leaned down, and suddenly increased the accelerator to catch up.

The two of you chased after me, like two lightning bolts slashing together, the booming sound accompanied Zhao He's screams all the way.

You can hear it clearly even through the helmet.

The gangsters racing on the mountain road were dumbfounded, and the referee gangster at the finish line was dumbfounded.

Holy shit!

Who the **** is this?

The roommate that Wang Caihua brought?

In the end, everyone, including Li Jun, retreated from the mountain road, and the two motorcycles were still chasing after me in a **** fast speed.

The speed of the two racing cars is no less than that of a professional racing driver. Just looking at the flashing figure and listening to the whining sound that passed by the ear will make the heart beat faster and the blood boil. Really saw an exciting motorcycle race!

Nan Yuan ran the remaining eight and a half laps for Zhao He, and then walked slowly.

She slowed down, and the man who was driving in front of her also slowed down and was flush with her.

The man turned his head to look at her, as if sizing up.

In the end, both cars reached the finish line together.

As soon as the motorcycle stopped, the little gangster Zhao He, who didn't know when to hold Nan Yuan tightly, finally let go of his hand, shook his two legs that were soft like noodles, and came down from above, then opened his mouth and spit out with a wow. came out.

Dongxiang Yiba ignored the man. The man suddenly lifted his helmet and visor. A pair of dark and deep eyes fell on Nan Yuan. He said to Li Jun without turning his head: "I won, this little girl, I want it."