The dressing room in a racing store is a little different from the dressing room in an ordinary clothing store.
It is not divided into small single rooms, but into two large rooms for men and women.
Take the men's locker room as an example. When people take off their clothes and are honest with each other, they will most likely compare who has a better figure.
The process of putting on a racing suit is similar to that of a girl putting on three layers of Hanfu, so one person may not be able to put it on completely, and the knots on the back of the sleeves or protective vest need to be tied with help from each other.
Of course, you can also choose to ask a professional store clerk to come in and help you put it on.
However, when the two were "invited" into the locker room by Yu Xinghe, they realized belatedly that they had forgotten to ask the waiter for help.
The two looked at each other for three seconds and inexplicably reached a consensus.
"Anyone who asks someone to help him dress is incompetent."
"Whoever dresses slowly is weak."
A new round of competition begins.
It was the off-season, morning, and they were the only two in the locker room.
The white shirt Zhou Jingyan wore today was a loose one. When he took off the college-style knitted vest, the shirt slid up along his spine.
He was very thin, with two depressions on the back of his waist. The position of his spine was like a giant dragon lying in the snow, with sharp bone tips exposed.
There was a crackling sound of static in the air.
He threw his vest on a chair beside him and casually ruffled his messy hair to make it more fluffy, which appeared amber in the light coming through the frosted window.
He licked his dry lips, looked back at Xie Yihan who had his back to him, and began to figure out how to put on his racing suit.
Is Xie Yihan a regular customer, or is he a veteran who has competed with He Sui several times on the racing track?
For him, changing into racing suit is as simple as it can be.
His bony hands unbuttoned the buttons of his black shirt one by one, neither hurried nor slow.
When the black shirt was peeled off, the dark blue tattoo on his right arm was revealed.
It looks like a violin.
Extend from right shoulder to bent elbow.
It’s a pity that Zhou Jingyan didn’t see it.
Otherwise, someone as smart as him would definitely be able to guess what it means to have a violin tattooed on the body.
I'm afraid he would rush to the tattoo shop immediately and tattoo the three words "Yu Xinghe" directly on his heart.
Zhou Jingyan studied the racing suit for a while but couldn't figure out anything. He turned around and looked at Xie Yihan again.
He was wearing a tight-fitting long-sleeved jumpsuit, which looked a bit like long underwear at first glance.
Following the same pattern, Zhou Jingyan also took out a jumpsuit from his racing suit and put it on.
Both of them moved their hands very quickly.
The temperature in the locker room is lower than that in the hall outside. This is probably because the heating is not turned on to prevent people from getting too hot when changing into racing suits.
A faint white mist will appear between each breath.
The interior has a cold, mechanical style, and the exhaust fan in the corner is turning slowly.
Xie Yihan had more experience than Zhou Jingyan, and he was dressed in no time.
The knots and buttons are tied in an orderly manner and fastened firmly on the shoulders to protect the shoulder joints and heart.
But Zhou Jingyan's advantage was his intelligence, quick eyes and hands, and high comprehension. He followed Xie Yihan's order and put on the protective equipment one by one and buttoned them up.
“You can’t…”
Xie Yihan buttoned the last button and turned around to mock him, but was surprised to find that he was also dressed.
And she was smiling at him maliciously.
How come it's completely different from what I imagined?!
Has he ever driven a race car before?!
Underestimate the enemy!
Zhou Jingyan smiled, picked up the helmet beside him and held it in his arms, tilting his head to look at him:
"Uncle, it's you who can't do it, right? I've been waiting for you for a long time."
In fact, it is not as exaggerated as "a long time".
It was just that when Xie Yihan was dressed and about to turn around, he had also finished dressing.
He said this simply to piss him off.
Xie Yihan pursed his lips.
He was frustrated but he didn't say anything.
He picked up the helmet beside him, glared at him, turned around, lifted the curtain and walked out first.
Zhou Jingyan quickly followed.
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