Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 11

Chapter 11

F1 racing is exciting and cutting-edge, but it is not exempt, and it is also a huge money game.

Several private events are held in the paddock every year, and some businessmen are invited to experience the charm of formula racing for themselves. But just as the driver said, the drivers arranged for this kind of event are all listed as F3, and there are few F2 drivers who lead, and the top F1 drivers are even more extravagant.

Although Chen Yan has not officially entered the ranks of F1, but with his driving skills and reputation, there is no need to downgrade.

At this moment, he took the initiative to invite Ying, and everyone around him couldn't help but look sideways in surprise.

Just now on the first floor, many people heard the girl say that she is not interested in Chen Yan, and his performance at this moment will inevitably cause people to gossip.

Even Zhou Yan was a little surprised, and was about to tell him that there was no need to be like this, but the boy said again:

"Baby, don't just be in a daze, help my boss to arrange it." As soon as

this remark came out, most people at the scene immediately understood .

They have all heard that since Chen Yan joined the Ferrari Driver Academy, he has received a stable sponsorship from China. Probably...it was the Chinese man Chen Yan called the boss.

Then—

everyone's eyes turned to Song Zhi again, this is the young lady who strangled "fate"!

If it's for tens of millions of sponsorship fees every year, that waist is indeed worth a discount. What's the point of driving to coax the princess? !

Everyone stopped being dazed and took action immediately. Someone checked the performance of the racing car, and someone led Song Zhi to change the racing suit.

Seeing her daughter's strange and dazed look, Zhou Yan smiled and acquiesced to all of this.

As a "fake daughter", Song Zhi felt incredible about what happened right now.

Zhou Yan's financial ability allowed her to sit in a formula car right away, but she still has the hottest racing driver as her driver-even her mother's novel dare not write such an exaggeration.

Song Zhi has always been a calm and reserved person, but she is only eighteen years old, and she still has the expectations and fantasies of a girl.

The unreal feeling of falling into a dream and the refreshing feeling of a dream come true were once again contradictory and intertwined, so that when she changed into her racing suit and came out again, she walked as if she was floating.

In particular, Song Zhi saw that Chen Yan had put on his battle robe again. His whole body was red and white, and the person who looked up through the screen that night suddenly became concrete, like a person in a fairy tale, who came into reality.

He was staring at her for a moment.

The boy's eyes are the most amazing. They are wolf eyes full of aggressiveness, but they are peach-shaped. When you stare for a while, it seems to be looking at you affectionately.

Song Zhi was never a nymphomaniac, and at this moment when Chen Yan was so fixed, his heartbeat actually accelerated for an instant.

She froze in place for a moment, staring straight back at him, she didn't even notice that Chen Yan was walking towards her.

Until——

the boy suddenly raised his hand and took off the helmet that the staff put on for her. Song

Zhicai came back to his senses suddenly, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Chen Yan didn't answer, but looked sideways at the people in the team and said, "This helmet is too loose, which affects safety. Give her a smaller size."

It was startled.

But the security personnel did not step forward to re-check, as if they completely trusted the juvenile's judgment, but said awkwardly: "What should I do? Chen, this is already the smallest size." In fact, the distinguished guests who come to experience racing on weekdays usually wear this

model They are all very suitable, Song Zhisheng is delicate and exquisite, that's why such unexpected situation happened.

"It's okay." Song Zhi saw the staff's embarrassment, and said: "Just a little loose, and you will never be thrown off."

Chen Yan laughed lightly: "That's not necessarily true."

He insisted, and put the helmet on the security personnel With that throw, Song Zhizhi said "wait", and turned around and went up to the second floor.

When he came back, Chen Yan was holding a fancy but smaller helmet in his hand. It's the same red and white as his racing suit, but there's a river of gold flowing out, designed to resemble the number "22".

Song Zhi guessed it was the driver's number, but before she could diverge further, the boy was standing in front of her again.

It's so close, so close that his breath is clear—like the wind in the scorching sun and desert, it's dry, not violent, and even silent, but it can take your breath away.

As soon as Song Zhi raised her eyes, a shadow fell, and it was Chen Yan who personally put on a new helmet for her.

This helmet is indeed just right, as if it was tailor-made for her, except that it is heavier, everything else is perfect. She was about to tell Chen Yan how she felt, but she saw him looking at her carefully through the goggles.

Inexplicably, Song Zhi deliberately kept quiet and met his gaze.

She waited for Chen Yan to take the initiative to speak, but he remained silent, only looking deeper and deeper at her.

Gradually, the boy's eyes were even a little lost, as if he saw another person through her.

"Chen Yan?" Song Zhi then reminded, "What's the matter, it's still not suitable?"

The young man shook his head lightly as if waking up from a dream, "No, it's suitable."

Immediately, he raised his hand and flicked the helmet, as if brushing her She sighed and turned around, "Let's go, miss, I'll take you for a ride."

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In a two-seat formula car, the seats are one in front of the other, with a baffle in between.

After getting into the car, Song Zhi could only see Chen Yan's helmet. It is very similar to the one on her head, but there are a few more logos, and several overlapping ink mountains and rivers.

Originally, she was a little nervous, afraid that the speed of the car would be too fast, and she would find it difficult to adapt. I was also afraid that Zhou Yichan had ridden in a sports car before, and that she would reveal her secrets as a new driver.

But Chen Yan's speed was unexpectedly slow, as he said, it was purely for a ride.

The racing car is running in the early sun after the rain. In addition to the rubber smell of the tires, the air is also mixed with a slightly fishy smell of grass, which is breathed into the nose through the gaps in the helmet goggles. Maybe it was because the speed of the car was slow, and the wind wiped off the clothes and disappeared.

The atmosphere is just right, and the engine sound is not too loud, which is actually very suitable for casual chatting.

It was another rare opportunity for the two of them to be alone, Song Zhi didn't want to waste it.

"Chen Yan."

"Miss."

The moment he spoke, Chen Yan just called her.

Song Zhi didn't want to lead the topic, so he said, "You talk first."

"Okay." Chen Yan was not polite, and immediately said, "Didn't the young lady aspire to be a painter since she was a child, and I haven't seen you for a few years, why are you persuaded by your father? Don't you want to draw anymore?"

Through the helmet and noise-canceling headphones, the boy's voice was extremely soft.

But Song Zhi still keenly captured some key words: "I was young", "I was persuaded by your father".

It sounds like Chen Yan and Zhou Yichan are not only old acquaintances, but also acquainted since childhood, and maybe they have talked about some things - there really is something tricky between them!

After a moment of silence, Song Zhicai answered him: "No, I'm not convinced." "

Oh?" Chen Yan obviously didn't believe it, and asked jokingly, "Then who just said 'I'm more interested in racing cars than racing drivers'? "

... He actually heard it.

Song Zhi was a little embarrassed, his ears were hot, but his tone was calm: "That was for my father

." It's a lie."

If it was Zhou Yichan, she would have blushed at this moment, and she couldn't argue with it.

However, Song Zhi stared at Zhang Yang's head in front of him for a moment, and asked suddenly, "Are you caring about me?" Chen Yan was startled

, and seemed to be laughing, but the roar of the engine was blocked by the helmet's earplugs, making it audible Not real.

He didn't speak any more, and there was only the whirring sound of the speeding wind in the car, but it made the atmosphere even quieter.

After a long while, the speed of the car suddenly slowed down again, and the boy asked Song Zhi again: "What did you want to say just now?" Song Zhi

said: "The helmet I'm wearing is yours."

It was a firm statement.

In this regard, Chen Yan did not evade: "It is the helmet for my first game after going abroad."

It is so meaningful.

Song Zhi couldn't help raising her hand, touched it lightly, and after a while, she asked again: "Will you carry it in every game from now on?"

Chen Yan was really amused by her this time: "Girls really have romance in their hearts."

Song Zhi: ...

She pretended not to hear the joke, and continued to dig deeper: "Then why did you just bring it today?"

The car just ran a full lap, and they returned to the beginning and end of the circular track.

The second he crossed the starting line, Chen Yan suddenly turned his head. The baffle and the helmet covered the lower half of the boy's face, Song Zhi

only saw his eyes full of provocative smiles, and he said, "Guess."

Speed ​​up suddenly.

It was completely different from the last time when Chen Yan's acceleration seemed to be due to his emotions. He should have stepped on the gas pedal violently, awakening the beast completely and galloping on the track.

At this moment, Song Zhi finally realized what it means to fly close to the ground.

The racing car at full speed knocked her whole body off the seat cushion. If it wasn't for the protection of the six-point safety belt, she would have no doubt that she would be thrown out directly; the earth-shaking engine sound exploded, even with a helmet and noise reduction Even with the protection of the earplugs, she still felt that her eardrums were shaking slightly, as if they were about to burst; the speed made everything she could see seemed to be directly brushing past her eyeballs.

But the strange thing is, her person is clearer than ever, as if only the soul is dizzy.

With a hearty lap, Song Zhi ended a wonderful flight.

It didn't seem like there was any real feeling when the feet landed again.

Song Zhi seemed to be out of the real world. Even though the staff took off the helmet and earplugs for her, she still couldn't find the anchor point in reality. People were talking right in front of her eyes, but she felt that the voice came from far away.

Finally, Chen Yan came to the girl slowly, stood still, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of her.

"You're back to your senses, miss."

Song Zhi blinked, saw the young Zhang Yang's face clearly, and smiled inexplicably.

The team manager did not know when he came, and asked with a smile, "Is Miss Zhou still satisfied?"

Song Zhi looked at Chen Yan and nodded, "As expected of a prospective F1 driver."

The manager patted Chen Yan on the shoulder , with a meaningful tone: "It seems that Miss Zhou likes you very much."

Chen Yan didn't seem to understand the banter, and asked back, "Is that so?"

Song Zhi raised his eyebrows at him, "You guess."

Chen Yan snorted, and said, "I guess, Miss Zhou wants to start now." Change into comfortable clothes."

"Then let's take a photo of Ms. Zhou, and then arrange someone to change your clothes for you." The manager understands the experience process of these rich people very well.

And Song Zhi stared at Chen Yan, noncommittal.

When I took pictures and took pictures, changed clothes and came out again, everyone dispersed.

The boy leaned over beside his black-gold chariot, as if he was checking something.

Chen Yan's eyes were clearly fixed on the car, but when Song Zhi passed by, he suddenly stretched out his foot and tripped her.

Song Zhi looked at him.

The young man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he still stretched out his hand to support the racing car, and said in a ruffian way: "I guess, Missy would also add me as a friend if she doesn't mind now."