Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 80

Chapter 80

After the turmoil of Jiang Shuyue , it was almost time for Chen Yan to leave for the competition.

Song Zhi sent the boy to the airport, and when they parted, she felt regretful and reluctant: "I'm sorry, I let your surprise come to naught." It was

clearly supposed to be a romantic and sweet meeting, but in the end it was very dull.

Chen Yan looked at the girl's regretful eyes, and nodded seriously: "Well, it's a bit regretful."

Song Zhi almost couldn't help telling him that it's okay, and she will give him a surprise soon.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yan immediately wrapped her waist lightly, pulled her closer, and whispered in her ear: "I wanted to try to spend the night with you." He spoke vaguely, and

Song Zhi's ears almost burned immediately.

She remembered that from limited love to real togetherness, they hugged and kissed passionately, but never thought of going further.

But it's not like he didn't think about it at all——

Song Zhi looked up at the young man, pretending not to understand: "What's so regrettable about it? When I went to the music festival, I suggested staying there for one night. You're not interested. "

Chen Yan smiled lightly, and said: "Didn't I have no status at that time."

He pinched her waist, and said in a prodigal tone: "Now you can be more reckless."

The young man made a profligate appearance.

However, Song Zhi was thinking: So it was like this, because he always revealed the attitude of breaking up at that time, so he didn't want to cross the final red line.

The seemingly flamboyant boy is actually terribly innocent.

But at this moment, he asked bewitchingly, "Miss, do you want to try?"

In the brightly lit airport hall, Song Zhining asked him for a while.

Then, she stepped close to Chen Yan's ear: "Let's try it next time we meet."

Chen Yan's Adam's apple moved slightly, and Song Zhifei quickly pressed a kiss on his lips: "Now, you go back and concentrate on the competition!"

Afraid to stay even more reluctant, the girl ran away quickly after stealing the kiss.

After running a few steps away, she turned back and said, "Chen Yan, puppy, wait for me obediently!"

Chen Yan watched his girlfriend's brisk back, and the corners of her lips fluttered unconsciously.

She was obviously the one who came to see him off, but in the end it turned into him following the girl's back reluctantly.

When he finally entered the customs, Chen Yan still had a smile on his face.

Before taking off, he sent Song Zhi a message:

[I have to say, my girlfriend is really good at comforting people]

[Now I can't bear the sadness of leaving in my mind. 】

In the fast-moving subway, Song Zhi replied in seconds: "?"

Almost at the same time as the sending was successful, the boy sent another message:

[Now it's all about the picture of our next meeting]

Song Zhi: ...

She felt that it was necessary to take it back A pure evaluation of Chen Yan.

Speechless replied with a "shut up" emoji, and the boy immediately responded with "obey".

Song Zhi raised his lips silently, and his fingertips danced across the screen:

[Why hasn't anyone come to tell you to turn off the phone yet? The safety awareness of this flight is worrying. 】

Chen Yan understood:

【Okk, listen to my girlfriend, I'll shut down right away. 】

The three words "girlfriend" taught Song Zhi to raise the corners of her lips even higher. She didn't get tired of replying any more, and quietly listened to the sound of the speeding subway for a while.

Until arriving at the station, I walked into the campus alone, and came to the bench and under the willow tree in each video.

Song Zhi took a photo of the bench and sent it.

Just posted a picture and didn't say anything.

After a while, the boy sent a message to Yunhai Xingkong and said: 【I miss you too. 】

Song Zhi was slightly stunned, and then smiled lowly.

She thought, why did she forget that there was such a thing as in-flight Wi-Fi, she foolishly thought that he would not be able to see it until he landed.

So the two people who were separated by thousands of miles ended up chatting for a long time with their mobile phones in their hands.

It wasn't until the bright moon hung high, the world was silent, and they said good night to each other a hundred times, that their parting finally really happened this time.

After dismantling Jiang Shuyue's bomb|bomb and sending Chen Yan away, Song Zhi and Zhou Yichan ushered in a truly peaceful university life.

As Song Zhi said, Zhou Yichan is romantic and careful, and she will definitely gain more sincere friends. The secret exposure of old wounds has not alienated her from her roommates or new classmates. On the contrary, a few girls used this incident as a guide, and talked about some sincere topics all night, and the relationship between them became closer.

The four in Zhou Yichan's dorm room soon became inseparable, and Song Zhi was also drawn into their sister group.

They complained about military training together, grabbed food in the cafeteria, researched clubs and student unions together, complained about the course selection system together, and walked in every corner of the campus together.

The days flow forward like flowing water.

Zhou Yichan joined the art club, while Song Zhi joined the school's formula racing team as he wished.

Originally, when she went to the interview, she was still a little nervous, worried that she would lose the job.

Unexpectedly, on the day when the team recruited new recruits, Teacher Lou, whom Zhou Yan had brought her to visit, was also there.

Mr. Lou is the team's first instructor, and he exists like a veteran.

The first time he saw Song Zhi, he greeted him with a smile: "Little girl, you are here."

Song Zhi remembered that the last time we met at the "small dining table", she was still Zhou Yichan. At that time, she thought she would bid farewell to Zhou Yan, and in order to comfort him, she said that she might compete for the driver's position.

After thinking about it, she decided to be honest: "Teacher Lou, I'm actually not Xiaochan."

Unexpectedly—

Teacher Lou smiled and said, "I know, you are Song Zhi." "You are welcome to join the Formula Racing Team of University T."

Song Zhi was stunned: "But, don't you need an assessment or interview?"

Lou Chengping told her: "I believe that Zhou Yan's daughter is not bad.

" The moment the teacher called out her real name, Song Zhi guessed that Zhou Yan must have paved the way for her in advance.

But at this moment, when she heard Zhou Yan's respected teacher mentioning the connection between herself and her father, she still couldn't help but feel a strange movement in her heart.

In the past, when Song Zhi stayed beside Zhou Yan as Zhou Yichan, although he felt his father's love, it was always separated by a layer, far away and unreal, like in a dream.

Even if her father found out about his life experience later, and her father tried every means to make up for it, to treat the real Song Zhihao, she actually didn't feel the truth.

Until now, the sentence "Zhou Yan's daughter is not bad" actually made Song Zhi feel for the first time that she really has a father.

The biological father who is connected by blood and breath.

With his heart racing, Song Zhi solemnly held Lou Chengping's hand, "Thank you Teacher Lou, I will not let you down."

Lou Chengping patted her on the shoulder, didn't say much, and only led her to report to the motorcade first.

Song Zhi got to know more seniors, and knew that a university team is a huge team just like an F1 team.

Power group, chassis group, electronic group... Team publicity, team manager, drivers, although the sparrow is small and complete, this place is like a youth training version of the F1 team.

Of course, the university team is definitely not that professional. For example, the drivers here are all competed by the engineers.

After all, the domestic racing culture is not that popular, and it is actually difficult to find pure racing drivers in colleges and universities. Every year, there are many students who come to the team to simply apply for drivers, but every time they are screened, those amateur students are no match for the group of people they love.

Besides, no one knows the racing cars they design better than the mechanical engineers. Gradually, they stop recruiting drivers.

Song Zhi just joined the team this year. In the first year, she was a trainee and had no qualifications to design a racing car. Naturally, she was not qualified to compete as a driver.

But she wanted to try.

Although Song Zhi has not yet designed a racing car, her driving level was personally taught by an F1 racing driver. Chen Yan always praised her car feel, and she wanted to try to see if she was really that good.

Anyway, if she fails, she won't lose anything; but if she succeeds, as a driver, she will definitely be able to participate more corely in the design of the car than a trainee.

Therefore, Song Zhi bravely recommended himself to the team manager!

The manager did not agree or deny it, but said that he would bring it up for a vote at Monday's regular meeting.

Song Zhi was actually just trying, trying her best to find opportunities for herself, and after she suggested it, she went to do her own things step by step.

Unexpectedly, when the regular meeting was voted on Monday, the team unanimously passed the proposal of "restarting the recruitment of foreign drivers".

"In the past two years, because of Chen Yan, the domestic racing culture has actually become stronger." "

Especially after he entered F1 this year, many karting enthusiasts have emerged. In the next few years, our college student formula racing will definitely attract more outstanding drivers. "

"So, I agree that the juniors want to compete this time, and simply let go of the driver selection."

"Agreed!"

"I agree!"

With a sound of affirmation, the team not only gave the trainees the opportunity to compete, but also The reopening will require the selection of drivers throughout the school.

It coincided with the end of the year's Formula Student racing competition, and the team had ready-made cars, so they simply held a driver selection race.

The time was set on the second day after the military training ended.

Due to the limited budget of the team, almost all the cars of the previous year's competition will be re-dismantled and used in the next year's car, so the selection competition has set a threshold. Must have driving experience in order to pass the primary registration. In this way, those "fake car fans" who joined in the fun were screened out in advance.

A group of racing enthusiasts gathered, and the event was specially divided into two categories: "obstacle avoidance race" and "high-speed race".

In order to expand the next year's budget, the team's external relations department simply implemented a ticket system. The team will invite industry leaders, and those inside and outside the school who want to watch must buy tickets to enter.

In an instant, this driver selection competition became more and more formal. Of course, this naturally increased its difficulty.

With such a high degree of attention, the fighting spirit of the students who signed up must be more high-spirited, and some inexperienced people also quit voluntarily. In the end, none of those left behind are ordinary people.

Song Zhi's driving experience in this mere summer vacation is not enough.

But she did not shrink back because of this, but was even more eager to try.

In the last few days of the military training, it was raining heavily, and Song Zhi took this opportunity to go to Chen Yan's karting club for emergency training.

The combination lock of the club was linked to Chen Yan's mobile phone, and he knew about it almost the moment she entered.

At that time, the boy just arrived in Japan and was about to usher in the Suzuka Circuit race.

Just like the night when Song Zhigang received the key and went to the club secretly, Chen Yan just watched her quietly through the screen without disturbing her.

She is very similar to him, every time she is unhappy, she always likes to go racing to vent.

Chen Yan thought that something bad happened to her.

He didn't bother Song Zhi, but every time she finished a lap, he updated the content on the electronic screen at the finish line:

[1 minute and 10 seconds, a very good result in a rainy day, worthy of being the No. 1 lady! ]

[1 minute and 05 seconds, this lady is making rapid progress, are you interested in becoming a Ferrari driver? ]

[1 minute and 01 seconds, Miss Song Zhi is invincible, someone reminds you not to slip. 】

【58 seconds! This speed is enough for you to hang all amateur college students. 】

【57.55 seconds! My dear, apart from drag racing, there is actually another way to vent your emotions by calling your boyfriend. 】

The red letter on the electronic screen kept flashing, and finally even a rustic beating red heart appeared.

Song Zhi finally made a breakthrough, and stepped on the brakes with a chuckle.

Guessing that Chen Yan would probably be able to see her real-time status, she made a video call to the boy.

At the other end, Chen Yan answered in seconds.

He said, "Who made Missy unhappy?"

"What?" Song Zhi asked with his eyes bent, "Calling your boyfriend can solve your troubles?"

The boy's voice lowered, as gentle as coaxing her: "Well, As long as you tell your boyfriend, he will try to do anything."

He coaxed himself so seriously that Song Zhi stopped joking.

"No, I'm not unhappy." She told him then, "Actually, I want to compete for the driver of the team, so I took the time to come here to find out about the car." "

Really?" Chen Yan didn't seem to believe it.

Song Zhi deliberately said: "Fake. How are you going to coax me."

Chen Yan fell silent, as if thinking seriously.

After a while, he said: "I'll ask for leave for you, and then arrange for Xi Zefei to return to China to pick you up to Japan. I'll coax you face to face after the game, okay?" Song Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you give up the game and come back to coax me? The male lead of an idol

drama They all gave up the race."

Chen Yan snorted and said, "I was afraid that the young lady would be even more angry if I gave up the race, so she just dumped me."

He knew that she was the one who supported him the most in racing.

He could also see that she was indeed not unhappy.

Song knew what he meant, and laughed lightly.

"Then—" she paused, "my F1 racing driver boyfriend, do you have any constructive suggestions for me to compete for the school team driver?"

Chen Yan stared at her through the camera: "Kiss me, I I'll tell you."

"You're not childish." Song Zhi said so, but he unconsciously moved closer to the camera, "What's the point of me kissing the phone screen?" "Who said I'm going to kiss the camera?"

Chen

Yan told ambiguously. She, "I owe you, give it to me next time we meet."

The three words "improper" came to his throat, but Song Zhi turned around when he met the young man's affectionate and provocative eyes: "Deal." Perhaps

Chen Yan didn't expect her to agree so simply, the two looked at each other at the other end of the video, and suddenly fell into a subtle silence.

In the quiet night, the rain became more and more dense, but there was a sense of dampness in the air.

The young man stared at her with burning eyes, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

After a long time, he said, "Zhizhi, wait for me, and I'll contact someone for you."

It is indeed bad to let the sparks burn any longer, for it will do no good but increase longing and unsatisfied desires.

Song Zhi hummed and hung up the phone first.

Subconsciously raised her hand to cover her face, she realized that her cheeks were burning hot. Thinking of the itinerary for the next meeting, the boy planned it more and more concretely, as if he didn't even feel his heart beating.

As if the stamina of the passionate love period was on the rise, Song Zhi hung up the video for a long time, but the face of a teenager was still in his mind.

Until Chen Yan pushed her a business card, saying that the other party had been a Formula Student driver and could guide her one-on-one.

When talking about business, she gradually switched from "love brain" to "career brain".

Under Chen Yan's arrangement, Song Zhi has come to the club every day to have a small cooking session.

Rain or shine, don't be afraid to run around.

Finally, the military training is over, and the driver trials are coming soon.

Perhaps due to the recent preparations for this matter, Song Zhi actually felt nervous about entering the arena for the first time, as if he was making his debut.

There are also tracks, spectators, and "trophies". She regards this as her first battle in the racing paddock. Just like one month ago, Chen Yan entered the F1 paddock for the first time.

Song Zhi paid special attention to it.

The race follows F1 time and is scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon. After careful consideration, she quietly went to Zhou's villa this morning.

Today's match is very important to her, she wants to wear the helmet that Chen Yan auctioned off in London back then.

That helmet was worn by Song Zhi when he rode a racing car for the first time, and it was worn by Chen Yan in the first race after going abroad.

It is very meaningful, wearing it is like fighting side by side with teenagers, which is suitable for today.

As soon as this thought popped up last night, Song Zhi could no longer ignore it.

Therefore, she deliberately picked the time after the morning rush hour to go to the small western-style building that she hadn't seen for a long time. Today is a working day, and Zhou Yan always leaves for the company before the morning rush hour on working days.

In her opinion, she should never meet her father.

But when Song Zhi really stood in front of the villa, he was still a little nervous.

I am afraid that the password of the gate has been changed, and I am afraid that I will really meet my father.

However, she has never been a timid person, she has decided to do it and has come here, so there is absolutely no reason to back down.

Song Zhi took a deep breath and reached out to enter the password.

Beep—

the door swung open.

The password was not changed, but Song Zhi still stood there for a moment.

Because as soon as the door was opened, Zhou Yan was seen walking towards the entrance with a suitcase.

This is the first time that their father and daughter have met alone since the quarrel after learning about their backgrounds.

Moreover, it was at the door of the house where they had lived together for two months.

The two froze for a moment in fear, fixed their bodies in place, and looked at each other in a daze.

Zhou Yan was obviously surprised, stared at her for a while, and called out in surprise: "Zhizhi? Why did you go home?" "

Go home."

These two words taught Song Zhi a lesson, and also made her want The idea of ​​turning back and leaving was dispelled.

She stared at her father, and finally stood still and replied, "I'll get something." After

a moment of hesitation, she didn't ask him where he was going with the suitcase.

And Zhou Yan smiled at her, and took the initiative to say: "I happened to be passing by T University on my way to the airport, so I brought something for you, Dad?" Maybe it

was Jiang Shuyue's incident that made the connection between their father and daughter more. The tone is a little more natural.

He seemed to be trying to test, to see if he could go one step further and break the ice with his daughter.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhi found that he did not reject this proposal.

She thought, maybe today is the first match, but she was actually looking forward to her father being there.

But——

Song Zhi glanced at the suitcase in Zhou Yan's hand, shook his head and said: "No, I have to look for it for a while. You go first, don't miss the plane." Perhaps he was not ready to break the ice,

or I don't have the confidence to let my father, who is about to go on a business trip, stay for himself.

In the end, she still couldn't express her expectations.

Zhou Yan stared at her quietly for a moment, and didn't force himself: "Okay, then dad will go first."

Dad dragged the suitcase and walked towards the door, and Song Zhi also walked into the room.

The moment he was wrong, Zhou Yan suddenly said: "Father is going to London again, do you know if there is any gift you want?"

Song Zhi paused for a while, and after a moment of silence, he replied: "Then, come back safely.

" After that, she quickened her pace and hurried upstairs.

And Zhou Yan stood in place, lost for a long time.

It was "Zhou Yichan" who went to London with him two months ago. He was worried that Song would not get what he wanted, and that she would have regrets, so he asked her if she had any gifts she wanted.

He wanted to make amends, but he never expected that his daughter would answer like this—your safe return is a gift.

Zhou Yan stared at the direction in which his daughter went upstairs, and after a long time, he dragged the suitcase and left.

When Song Zhi returned to the small room at the end of the corridor, he felt as if he had suddenly passed away.

Taking a closer look at the light green house, in fact, it has not changed much. It is exactly the same as when she lived in it, and it is spotless, as if it has been specially cleaned every day.

I don't know who is waiting.

Song Zhi was afraid of being emotional, so he didn't look any further, took the helmet and left the bedroom as if fleeing.

But as soon as he came out, he found a small sign hanging on the opposite door of this room, saying:

"Welcome home!"

Song Zhi suddenly remembered that the day after he learned the truth about his life experience, Zhou Yan sent a voice message to Zhou Yichan saying, "Father wants to go home!" Rearrange a room in your home".

If I remember correctly, Zhou Yan said that it was opposite Zhou Yichan's bedroom at that time.

Song Zhining looked at it for a moment, took a step forward, and pushed open the door.

Black bed and white quilt, pink cabinet, retro red curtains, silver wall-mounted night light.

The bedroom as a whole is black and white, but the interior is dotted with some girly colors, which is a cool and sweet style.

This room was twice as big as Zhou Yichan's, with a small balcony and a glass cabinet.

Song Zhi went to the cabinet and found that there were out-of-print racing models and some car shell fragments of F1 racing cars inside.

Further forward, there is a dresser by the window, with a black record player next to a round mirror.

It is a bedroom with great attention to detail.

Song Zhi fell in love with it immediately.

She touched the soft four-piece suit, sat down by the dressing table and stared at the record player for a while, and finally pushed open the patio door with a sweet heart.

Downstairs is a lush and vibrant garden.

In the distance, the black car that Zhou Yan often sat in was leaving.

Watching his father drift away, Song Zhi's eyes were a little sore.

She was thinking with all her heart: Otherwise, forgive him.

If so father. Maybe it really deserves another chance.

But in any case, I have to wait until the next meeting to tell him.

Song Zhi sniffed, turned around and walked out of the room with the helmet in his arms.

When closing the door, she moved very lightly, as if she was treating some treasure with care.

Afraid that he would be reluctant to part with it too much, when leaving, Song Zhi walked very fast, almost rushing all the way to the subway station entrance.

Speeding in the subway, she calmed down for a long time before she adjusted her mood back to the state of the game.

Then, time passed quickly, and the much-anticipated driver selection race was finally about to officially begin.

And this afternoon happened to be Chen Yan's main race at the Suzuka Circuit in Japan.

They are really going to fight at the same time.

When Song Zhi was changing the racing suit in the fitting room, looking at the helmet, his mind was full of the scene at the Silverstone Circuit in London, when the boy walked towards him step by step, and personally put the helmet on for her.

Coincidentally, at this moment, the young man sent a photo of him in a racing suit, with a postscript:

[No. 2 racer, Chen Yan, ready]

Song Zhi also took a picture of himself, and sent it to respond:

[No. 1 Racer, Song Zhi, get ready]

"Wish us all the best!"

The second sentence had just been typed in the dialog box, and it hadn't had time to send it yet.

Suddenly -

a real-time news popped up at the top of the phone screen.

It passed by in a flash, but Song Zhi paused with his fingertips, and his heart hung in an instant.

Out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see words like "London" and "passenger plane crashed".

In fact, it didn't look too real, it might not be what she thought, it might be that she was thinking too much.

But Song Zhi still couldn't help but quit first to confirm.

She kept telling herself repeatedly: No, I misunderstood it, because I was thinking too much.

But in fact, her heart has long been hanging in the air, and she has never been as nervous as she is now.

When he was about to click on the news, Song Zhi even paused for a long time in fear.

Taking a deep breath, she finally dared to click in.

However, in the next second, the most feared thing actually happened. Song Zhishen's eyes turned black, and his tinnitus sounded like heat stroke, but his whole body was as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

I saw the news that said:

"At 13:23, the HU5412 passenger plane bound for London crashed due to unknown reasons..."