Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 20

Chapter 20

Chen Yan finally parked the red Ferrari at the London headquarters of the active F2 team.

This F2 team is sponsored by Ferrari, which is actually Ferrari's station in London. The low walls on both sides of the iron gate are painted in classic Ferrari red, and the elegant "Ferrari" is written in bright yellow in the center.

As soon as I stepped inside, I saw two out-of-print Ferrari antique cars parked in the lobby of the small glass building on one side, like noble works of art. Further forward, there are several villa-style office buildings scattered high and low, dotted with green plants, and even passed a huge dedicated runway comparable to a stadium.

The supercar galloped by all the way, Song Zhi was dazzled. She didn't look away until the car stopped in front of a white villa, and the staff members of the convoy rushed out to greet her.

As soon as the butterfly door was raised, whistles came and went.

Song Zhi heard someone exclaim: "Wow, limited edition Rafa! Is this the treatment of a Ferrari F1 driver?!" "Don't

flatter me, it's just a birthday present from my father." F2 colleagues are still sober and humble in front of them, "In the second half of the season, I still have to rely on everyone's care."

In fact, the relationship between the driver and the team colleagues is not close, and only Chen Yan can become friends with everyone.

All the people present went to the party last night, they were familiar with Chen Yan and relaxed.

Hearing what he said, a girl joked immediately: "Then you have to think about it carefully. After all, you are going to drive F1 at the beginning of next year. You don't want to be targeted by us in the second half of the year, unless——you take me to experience a few laps of Lafa today!"

"Unfortunately, today has been booked." The young man stepped out of the car, came to her side, and stretched out a hand to her.

The girl immediately performed a heart-breaking Ferrari, while Song Zhi was still sitting in the sports car, and seemed to have no intention of getting out of the car.

Chen Yan propped his hands on the roof of the car, leaned over and asked her, "What's the matter, Miss?"

"What you call more exciting, isn't riding a racing car again?" Song Zhi said sincerely, "I like sports cars more today. Go for a ride."

Chen Yan smiled lowly: "Please, am I such an uninspired person?"

He reached out his hand again, and this time she held it, and cooperatively let him lead her out of the car.

"Yoo—"

The colleagues on the side were all making ambiguous hints, and Song Zhi, who was originally frank, actually felt a little hesitant. She couldn't help thinking, what would others think about their relationship when they were chattering in front of the team members like this?

However, when she glanced at the young man, he was calm and composed, as if he didn't feel intimacy at all.

Chen Yan was so calm, it seemed that she was overthinking.

Anyway, it has already happened, and whether it is ambiguous or not can't be undone and restarted. Song Zhi simply put away those reveries, and walked into the building together with him.

Chen Yan pulled her and said to a red-haired man, "Ben, give her a racing suit."

Racing suit? Why is it still a familiar process?

Song Zhiyu spoke, the young man guessed her mind, and stopped forcefully: "Don't worry, you follow my rhythm first."

She gave up on that, obeyed the arrangement, and waited for Chen Yan to make a move.

The full armor of the day at the Silverstone Circuit was put on Song Zhi again, and so did the boy.

Finally, he led her back to the red supercar, raised his hand, and signaled her to enter the cab.

Song Zhi was so astonished that he couldn't believe it, he lifted the mirror of his helmet and questioned: "Are you crazy?!"

Chen Yan smiled sincerely: "Of course it's exciting to drive the car by yourself."

"I don't have a driver's license." Song Zhi blurted out.

Chen Yan said: "Only running on the team's track, it's not breaking the law."

The young man may not be crazy, but Song Zhi felt that he was going crazy, and she emphasized word by word: "I mean, I don't know how to drive at all! "

"So," Chen Yan pointed at her helmet, "I asked you to wear fire-proof and anti-collision equipment."

Xu was afraid that she still had concerns, and the young man pointed behind him, "In case something happens, I will give you some protection." Put your back on your shoulders, and the people in the convoy can rescue you."

Song Zhi suddenly stopped talking.

She raised her eyes, the boy's dark pupils were full of agitation, he was serious.

And Song Zhi was really tempted, she looked at him for a moment and asked: "What does 'give me a back' mean?" "It means I

will protect you." He didn't think about it.

"Okay, let's give it a boost!"

Song Zhi no longer hesitated, leaned over and sat in the cab of the sports car, while Chen Yan sat in the passenger seat at the same time.

She took a deep breath to calm down, and then turned her head and said, "Pilot, please introduce this car to me first." But

Chen Yan said, "That's so boring."

After finishing speaking, he leaned towards her , Song Zhi subconsciously held his breath like the blazing breath of summer.

The young man inserted the car key and put it back in place, and immediately he directed her: "Press the red button in the middle on the left side of the steering wheel."

Song Zhi did so.

In an instant, the tail engine roared like a lion.

Chen Yan said again: "Turn the paddle on the lower right of the steering wheel."

Song Zhi found it precisely and turned it, but the car didn't respond. She was about to turn her head to ask, but the young man gave another instruction: "Foot, step on the right pedal."

Song Zhi obeyed him, stepped off without hesitation, and then—the car started to run forward!

The start of the supercar was extraordinary. The girl had never driven a car before, and the foot was not serious. With a heavy kick, the car shot and galloped like an arrow off the string.

Although she was walking on the track, Song Zhi didn't know how to brake at all, and she was stimulated by a sense of running to death that would crash at any moment. Kidney hormones soared, extreme tension and excitement intertwined and collided, and the heart beat in the throat.

"It turns out that driving is so simple!" The girl's voice trembled because she was so excited.

Chen Yan propped his elbows on the window, as if he was not worried about the person who crashed into a car for the first time, causing his car to crash and kill him.

"It's simple, but—" he reminded slowly, "If you don't let go of the gas pedal, we're going to hit the wall."

Song Zhi trusted him completely, and immediately let go of the gas pedal.

However, supercar performance is too good. The car did slow down, but it wasn't obvious, and they were still rushing at nearly ninety yards.

"What should I do now?" Song Zhi was fearless in times of danger, and learned without a teacher, "Do you want to step on the brakes, is it the one on the left foot?" The

girl is very smart, and the steps planned are precise and safe.

Chen Yan admired it, but when he opened his mouth, he gave an uncommon sense and even crazy command: "Don't step on it, listen to my password." "Hold the steering wheel with both hands."

Song Zhi explained in seconds, placing his hands firmly on the steering wheel .

The speed of the dashboard dropped to 70, and Chen Yan said again at this time: "Turn left." At this time, the supercar had entered a corner on the track, and it was about to rush out of the track and go straight to the wall if it continued to slide.

Song Zhi concentrated and held his breath, as if turning into a racing driver, he turned the steering wheel sharply.

The sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt pierced the air, and time went back to the moment when the boy crashed in the heavy rain on the track—the red supercar drifted on the track, rushed out of the track and skimmed the deceleration lawn, with a bang, the car's butt hit the wall It passed by and slid for more than ten meters in the grass before it finally died down.

There was a lot of noise, and the people on standby in the convoy witnessed the whole process, and all of them were stunned and sighed.

"Fuck! You really deserve to be Merry Chen, a 4 million pound limited-edition Lafayette, just drive it as a toy car for this girl..." "

And the most important thing is, this car is his birthday present, I mean, this It's Taiwan's brand new Dharma King! Can you understand?"

"Understood! I'll immediately reincarnate and start a new life. In my next life, I'll be born in a wealthy family! Or—it's not bad to be the girl in the driver's cab!" Outside the car, the onlookers gossiped enviously.

In the car, Song Zhi was thrilled, as if he had really experienced a life-and-death battle on the field.

She was still in shock until Chen Yan reached out to turn off the car.

The girl opened her mouth slightly, breathing rapidly, and the palms of her hands gripping the steering wheel were soaked in sweat.

She fixed her eyes on the front, not blinking for a moment, not saying a word.

"Scared?" Chen Yan snapped his fingers in front of her.

The girl came back to her senses, looked sideways at him, her eyes were as bright as stars: "Chen Yan, is driving a racing car so exciting?" She didn't look frightened at all.

Chen Yan couldn't help smiling, and took the time to ask her: "Want to learn?"

Song Zhi was as frank as ever, and asked with anticipation: "Then, will the coach teach me?

" The buttocks of the car, jokingly said, "I don't know how long this car can last."

Song Zhi didn't fall for it at all, and replied, "Sports cars are not cheap, do you feel distressed?"

Chen Yan raised his eyebrows, as if completely convinced: "How can I Miss, please take it and play casually."

The girl laughed briskly, expressing her joy, as if she had put all her troubles away.

With a big wave of her hand, she told him: "Then you first introduce these things to me, and then let me float again."

Chen Yan tapped the helmet with three fingers like a gun: "Of order."

So, even taxis are rarely taken Under the guidance of Chen Yan, a girl from a small town, she actually felt through the cockpit of a top sports car.

But she has not learned how to drive, but she has learned the dangerous and difficult drift first.

This morning, the wind in London was very light, the clouds were heavy, and the sun came and went.

There is a red supercar, on the hot black asphalt runway, over and over again, crooked and reckless, circling and drifting tirelessly. Every corner, the brakes are slammed on the rear wheels and the tires squeal. And every time at this time, the girl shouted happily, and the boy would blow the whistle of applause.

They even forgot their lunch, the girl became more and more comfortable, and in the end, the two of them had a good time.

Chen Yan took off his helmet, and Song Zhi opened the roof.

On the first day she learned to drive, she drove a hundred yards on the straight road, her heart was dancing and her hair was flying, and the boy accompanied her to run amok on the track.

The madness was interrupted by a sudden shower.

The raindrops that fell from the sky wet their hair, and then formed raindrops that drenched their bodies densely. But Song Zhi always kept the hood of the car fully open, so she enjoyed it more comfortably, without feeling embarrassed at all, as if she took the rain as a surprise.

As the rain was getting heavier, the young man finally asked her: "Miss, have you had enough fun?"

Chen Yan was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "You stop, let's switch places."

Song Zhi slammed on the brakes, the two of them leaned forward at the same time, and when the car stopped, she got off without hesitation.

She no longer asked why, and trusted the boy unconditionally.

And Chen Yan did not disappoint her. After taking her back the protective gear, he drove her back to downtown London for another ride.

This time it's a real joyride.

It was the time of returning to the nest in the evening, drenched in the drizzle, driving a mottled sports car at a leisurely pace and aimlessly, wandering along the trails with few cars. The taillights of the traffic flicker like fireflies, and the pedestrians holding umbrellas scatter like dandelions, but they are passing by in a hurry.

Encounter neon and hear the voice of life.

From madness to tranquility, Song Zhi's heart was completely healed, and those depressive people and things were completely forgotten.

Walking to a certain river, she looked out the window, but suddenly said: "Chen Yan, thank you today."

"You're welcome." The young man's voice also returned to calm, and he said, "This is a win-win situation."

Song Zhiwei paused , turning her head in surprise, only then did she realize that Chen Yan was still wearing yesterday's shirt.

It is very possible that, like himself, he encountered something and simply did not return all night.

She didn't ask the specific reason, but said: "If you are not enjoying yourself, feel free to mention any plans, and I will accompany you to the end."

Chen Yan's attention had already been diverted early in the morning.

He wanted to shake his head, but he changed his mind temporarily when he saw a shadow in the air ahead.

"Accompany everything?" he asked.

Song Zhi gave him a definite answer: "Of course."

Chen Yan kicked the fuel, and in the blink of an eye, drove the car to an apartment building.

Song Zhi looked at him suspiciously.

Before she could ask, Chen Yan gave her the answer: "My house, are you going or not?"