Han Yue tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

He found it a little strange.

The consumption value of waaaagh energy lasted for one second, and it took three points. Then there was no movement, indicating that the Ferrari was operating within the normal range and did not enter the extreme speed state.

Han Yue frowned. Guan Xiaoyu is not good enough. He can only hold on to the *** clock and can't hold on?

It's so weak.

He thought again, could it be that she had encountered something after she accelerated? Something collapsed? It was still hitting her?

Judging from her unlucky appearance, it is very likely.

Han Yue turned over and got up, and wanted to see what happened.

I don’t care much about Guan Xiaoyu, a weak chicken, but I just think that there will be fun in the place where she is, and maybe there will be battles.

Han Yue likes fighting and lively.

Green-skinned orcs don’t like sleeping or a peaceful life.

He hasn't done anything for several days.

In Han Yue's thinking, things like prying up an overpass, racing with Ferrari, and defeating out-of-control people are all things that come to his door, not that he is causing trouble.

For such things, there will be a big difference in experience whether it is active or passive.

Han Yue turned over and got out of bed and walked out of the dormitory.

He came back soon.

Forgot to bring a bicycle.

Han Yue picked up Mao Xiaoshuang, who was sleeping on the bicycle, and threw it on the bed. Mao Xiaoshuang turned over, still sleeping soundly, muttering in his sleep, "Is it cool? Are you Mao brother, so good?"

Han Yue carried his bicycle, jumped out of the dormitory building and walked into the darkness.

He seemed to be able to see the faint green light in the distance, and there was a mysterious connection between him and his machine.

"Guan Xiaoyu, this unlucky guy, why are you running out tonight?"

...

Guan Xiaomao drove carefully all the way to the western suburbs of Jianghai City.

Xin Chen, who closed his eyes and rested on Lamborghini, suddenly opened his eyes, "Guan Xiaomao is here."

The beauty in the co-pilot asked, "Where? Where? I didn't see it, Brother Chen, how did you see it?"

Xin Chen put his index finger on his lips, "Shh, listen, this is the sound of a naturally aspirated V12 engine, how beautiful and pleasant... Such a good car is a pity in Guan Xiaomao's hands."

He closed his eyes again and listened carefully, "No! There is something wrong with his car, the sound is not right, the combustion in the cylinder is too fierce, like a blast."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and gave the final conclusion, "He's not adding oil right."

The beauty in the co-pilot showed a shocking affection. Can you still hear something wrong with the sound?

Xin Chen said affirmatively, "This is refined from Venezuela's oil production, not from the Gulf oil field, this oil is heavy!"

The internet celebrity-faced beauty named Amy, dressed in conjunction with her look of admiration, and looked at Xin Chen with her eyes blingbling.

Xin Chen got off the car with satisfaction.

"Oh! Isn't this Xiao Mao Brother? We thought you didn't dare to come?"

Guan Xiaomao and Zhang Zixuan got out of the car and a group of people surrounded him.

"Brother Mao, why don't you ride a bicycle today?"

"Brother Xiao Mao, don't you like pedaling? Do you think you can exercise?"

"Driving a sports car costs so much fuel, it also damages the environment, and there is no way to travel green." The man was still nauseous when he spoke, looking at Zhang Zixuan and said the word green very seriously.

Guan Xiaoyu looked embarrassed. This was all caused by his father's dregs of raising a man with poor and rich men. Although what he said was true, he couldn't even pay a penny. As time went by, others would not want to play with him.

Gradually, in the small circle, Guan Xiaomao's reputation became bad, and a group of rich second-generations liked to joke about him.

After learning about his son's treatment in the circle of rich second generation, Guan's father felt very comforted and thought that his education method was very appropriate. "Those rich second generations were unwilling to play with him? How could such a good thing happen?"

Usually, Guan Xiaomao hides from this group of people and doesn't want to meet them. But today is different, he borrows a car from his sister.

Guan Xiaomao straightened his back and finally wanted to avenge his previous shame! He wanted to defeat them in the racing field that these people are best at!

He has been preparing for this day for a long time and has undergone very hard training.

In various racing games...

He said: "I came here today not to prove how awesome I am, but to tell you..." He glanced around, "What I said is true!"

There was another burst of laughter around.

Zhang Zixuan lowered her head awkwardly.

One person took out his mobile phone and there was a video playing on it. It was Han Yue riding a bicycle carrying Song Bi'an and Mao Xiaoshuang, which exceeded the influence of Ferrari.

He looked at the Ferrari that Guan Xiaomao drove, "You are the ones who are popular on the Internet? Is he overtaken by someone's bicycle while driving a Ferrari?"

"No wonder you like bicycles. It turns out that bicycles are really good, faster than supercars."

Guan Xiaomao took a look and found that this was his own car, but he didn't drive it himself, so it must be his sister who made it.

No wonder she looked a little abnormal today, it turned out that she was quarreled by a bicycle.

Since it is a shame for my sister, rounding it up is equivalent to doing it yourself.

He didn't say anything, and he agreed. He muttered in his heart, "Guan Xiaoyu, I'll help you with this embarrassing thing. You have to give me more pocket money in the future."

Xin Chen walked around the car for a while and said with a smile: "It's a pity that such a good car has fallen into your hands." He patted the rear of the Ferrari, as if he was stroking a woman...

"Such a beautiful waistline..."

"Oh, my trunk!" Xin Chen felt that he had touched the wrong place, and his hand was pricked.

Why does this Ferrari's hood still stung?

When I twisted my fingers, I found that there was still rust?

He looked at Guan Xiaomao with an incredible look, "How could your Ferrari rust?!"

Guan Xiaomao smiled embarrassedly, "I modified it."

Xin Chen, who loved the car, suddenly became uneasy, "How did you change it? Can she rust?" He quickly turned on the flashlight that came with his phone to illuminate the rear of the Ferrari.

Then I saw that Ferrari's signature transparent hood was removed and replaced with a thick rusty iron plate.

He looked confused. What is the modification idea of ​​this damn? One is not good-looking, the other is that the car cannot make it faster. It also adds a lot of unnecessary weight, destroying the overall counterweight design of the vehicle.

Guan Xiaomao said: "This is for safety. This will make my car more resistant to collisions."

"Crash resistance? What is this idea?"

Guan Xiaomao said proudly: "This is wasteland wind."

……………………………………

Another pigeon.

I won't say anything, and I can't do it after I say it.

All I can do is short and water.
Chapter completed!