I run a tofu shop, and you want me to go to Akina Mountain?

Chapter 397: 1 Small Match

Fujiwara Takumi nodded in agreement, and Ishihara Ueno immediately handed him a number as an admission ticket to the dinner, and reminded him in particular: "The game is tonight."

Fortunately, it was still daylight and the car had been repaired. After settling the bill, Fujiwara Takumi drove Hojo Rin back to the B&B.

At the B&B, he told everyone about this and everyone thought it was a rare opportunity.

Although it looked bright outside, it was actually already five o'clock in the afternoon, and a group of people were having a lively discussion while eating at the dining table.

"Do you think there is anyone better than Fujiwara Takumi?" Uehara Mika asked this question, which was met with a lot of roll of the eyes. Hojo Goh spoke for everyone: "Do you think that an ordinary person can be compared to the God of Cars?"

Uehara Mika suddenly felt that her question was a bit stupid. Her face turned red with shame and she buried her head in eating, not daring to look up again.

In fact, she was secretly following their conversation in her heart.

"But this is indeed a good opportunity, Takumi. We can't drink alcohol during the competition, so we can use orange juice instead of alcohol, how about that?"

When Kazuo Karasawa said this, he seemed generous and direct, with an air of someone who speaks his mind without beating around the bush.

"Good!" Fujiwara Takumi was in a very good mood. After all, he hadn't been on the track for a long time. Since he withdrew from the world championships, he realized that he had not disappeared from the public eye.

He was originally worried that he might fade out of the public eye forever, and he couldn't help feeling a little lost.

We were so busy chatting that we barely touched our food. When we looked at our phones again, it was almost six o'clock. According to the time Ishihara Ueno gave us, the game was to start at seven o'clock, but the company was far from where we lived, so no one wanted to waste even a minute.

Hojo Rin was especially excited. She finished her meal in a few swift strokes, stood up, and said with her back straight: "Everyone, hurry up and eat. We have to go on stage at seven o'clock."

"It's only a few hours now, why are you in such a hurry?" Uehara Mika muttered, feeling a little uncomfortable. Hojo Rin added, "It takes at least half an hour to get to the company from here, and that's if you drive fast."

As soon as these words came out, Uehara Mika's eating speed suddenly increased. She didn't even chew the last mouthful of rice twice before she started urging others: "Come on, come on, hurry up and eat."

Karasawa Kazuo and Hojo Go dared not dawdle, Fujiwara Takumi stuffed a few mouthfuls at random, and the five of them went out together. It was still the same old rules, Fujiwara Takumi took Uehara Mika, Hojo Rin took Karasawa Kazuo, and Hojo Go acted alone.

Starting the engine, Fujiwara Takumi took the lead, followed closely by Hojo Rin, and finally Hojo Go. "Hojo Rin, what are you dawdling about? Why are you so slow!" Karasawa Kazuo shouted from behind. Hojo Rin pouted, unhappy: "Do you want me to overtake the God of Cars? I don't want to be crushed to dust by him in seconds."

After hearing this, Tang Ze Yixiong really didn't dare to say anything more. Fujiwara Takumi's skills were really amazing. The five people hurried and finally arrived at the company gate after an hour and a half.

It looks like a big scene.

They looked around and found that the backyard was a professional car repair place with a large open space. It was so spacious that it could be used as a racing track. It was neither too long nor too short, just right.

While the four people were strolling around, Fujiwara Takumi had already received the notification of the competition and did not dare to waste a second.

When we arrived at the competition venue, it was bustling with noise and there were quite a few participants, but most of them did not look very professional and just looked ordinary.

Seeing this, Hojo Rin became more confident: "We have the God of Cars here, we are sure to win this time."

Hojo Rin has already gotten into the car, and it feels great to be back on the track. Fujiwara Takumi is analyzing the situation, and he also notices two guys who look like they can fight.

Hojo Rin listened to Fujiwara Takumi's words and laughed in his heart. Is this brother reliable? He raised his eyebrows and asked with a hint of sarcasm: "What are you talking about?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, but Fujiwara Takumi was not talking nonsense. He could see that his opponent was very powerful, and he ignored Hojo Rin's attitude and said directly:

"See that guy on our upper left? You may not be able to tell, but his level... I think is comparable to ours."

"Level? Humph, my level is not to be underestimated! If he is really capable, then let him see my strength! Let's have a good fight."

Hojo Rin found this interesting.

"What do you mean?"

Fujiwara Takumi felt that the atmosphere was not right, so before the game started, the other three went to buy some food and sat in the audience seats, ready to watch the competition carefully.

Uehara Mika vowed: "I can guarantee that it will be a piece of cake for Hojo Rin and Fujiwara Takumi to win the game this time!"

However, Kazuo Karasawa was not as noisy as Mika Uehara. He looked surprisingly calm, showing neither nervousness nor worry.

"Are you kidding me? How can you say such a thing casually? Let's not jump to conclusions before the game starts.

In this world of racing, everyone is a racing fanatic. Racing is our belief, and no one doesn't like racing. As long as you have good skills, you are the king of the kings on the top of the mountain.

Faced with Kazuo Karasawa's sudden ridicule, Uehara Mika felt a little uncomfortable, but she also felt that what Kazuo Karasawa said made sense, so she didn't argue anymore.

"Okay...well, then I'll cheer them on!" After saying that, she stuffed her mouth full of popcorn, and the game was about to begin.

"Fujiwara Takumi, stop kidding. Apart from the two of us, who else is a professional racer?"

This question was full of contempt, leaving Fujiwara Takumi helpless, he could only shake his head and say: "Okay, take your time, more haste makes waste.

Hojo Rin was obviously not convinced and went berserk:

"So you underestimate me? Or do you underestimate my skills?"

Fujiwara Takumi didn't respond, which made Hojo Rin even more suspicious. He slammed the steering wheel hard, his heart burning with anger: "What do you mean!? Fujiwara Takumi looks down on me?"

"What can I do if you don't listen to my analysis?!

Let's make a bet! They can't beat us.

"Just bet."

As soon as the dispute came to an end, an exciting race began. After all, it was about racing, so naturally there were many people coming and the scene was very crowded.

"Come on Fujiwara Takumi! Come on Hojo Rin! Come on, you guys, the goddess is cheering for you!"

The "goddess" here naturally refers to Mika Uehara.

The three of them felt crowded when sitting together, and there was a lot of cheering around them. As you can imagine, Uehara Mika's voice was almost drowned out. Hojo Go and Karasawa Kazuo watched the game calmly.

Seeing this, the two of them didn't want to admit that Uehara Mika was their teammate at all. The game officially began.

At the referee's command, cars rushed in from all directions, and the track was a collision of speed and passion. Fujiwara Takumi noticed that his opponent was on the same track as them, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.