Rong Ji woke up very early. He didn't sleep well last night.
After a night of worrying, his event was cancelled.
At half past seven, he got up from the bed, quickly washed up, changed his clothes and went out. When he went downstairs, Lu Zhan was already waiting for him.
"Wait a moment, let me confirm something first."
"Are you worried about being disqualified?"
"Yes!" Rong Ji answered and looked at Lu Zhan with a puzzled look, "How did you know?"
"I've had someone check, and no one has withdrawn from the competition. You can't easily withdraw from this kind of competition unless you do it yourself. No one else can do it."
"So that's how it is. I was worried all night."
Rong Ji was still puzzled, "How did you know? Did my second brother come to see you? But what did he want to see you for?"
"Your second brother did talk to me on the phone, and he wanted to return the money to me."
"Did he pay it back? This is a matter between us. I will pay the money I owe myself!"
"That's what I said."
"Wow! Lu Zhan, you're so kind! Isn't this what we call... telepathy?"
"Get in the car."
"If I had known you were coming here on a motorcycle, I would have come down wearing a helmet."
"I have it." Lu Zhan handed the helmet to Rong Ji.
Rong Ji took the helmet and sat behind Lu Zhan.
He sat straight, not daring to have any close contact with Lu Zhan. He didn't care, but Lu Zhan did! Even if it was just a hug on the shoulders, he would be disgusted.
Suddenly, the car rushed forward and Rong Ji bumped into Lu Zhan's back.
"Lu Zhan, could you please let me know when you start it? I didn't do it on purpose. This can't be controlled!"
Lu Zhan ignored him.
The wind was so strong that I couldn't hear what Rong Ji was talking about.
Rong Ji simply reached out his hand, put his arm around his waist, and hugged him tighter to feel safe.
Lu Zhan lowered his head to look at his hands at his waist, then looked up at the front.
Rong Ji sat in the back and felt a little bored.
Where is Lu Zhan taking him?
Judging from the equipment, he should be going for training, right?
Lu Zhan's waist is so thin, so delicate that it seems too thin to be held in one hand.
Lu Zhan was two years younger than him, but he always felt like he was being taken care of when they were together. Was this just his illusion?
The car drove out of the city and headed towards a mountainous area.
We drove for another ten minutes before stopping.
Rong Ji got out of the car, took off his helmet, and looked at the scenery in the distance. Not far away, there was a small waterfall and a small river winding through the forest. Although it was a small hill, the terrain was quite dangerous.
"There are still places like this in Jiangcheng."
"Do you see that mountain road?"
"That one over there?" Rong Ji pointed in the direction Lu Zhan mentioned.
"Well, that mountain road is about three miles long. It's very similar to the most difficult section of the Death Track, and the terrain is similar. Go and get a feel for it. I had someone retrieve the entire Death Track route. The added section mainly tests your control of the car, so it's still the most difficult part."
"I know that there are a lot of rocks on both sides of that road. If you're not careful, you'll lose control and crash into the rocks. One contestant lost control and crashed into a nearby rock wall."
"The soil there is soft, and the tires can easily get stuck in the mud, causing them to slip and drift, and lose control. You can try it. You don't need to speed up, just get a feel for it." Lu Zhan tossed the car keys to Rong Ji.
"Use your car?"
"Your car has the same equipment as mine, so use my car to practice the same results."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
