155, the motorcycle brother can also play

"This is the master you hired? Why can't you even ride a motorcycle, can you only ride a woman?" A twenty-four or five-year-old gangster swaggered over, looking at Zhong Hou with a sneer, and his eyes swept over Chen Yuanyuan's bumpy body from time to time.

Chen Yuanyuan was sharp-tongued, and when the gangsters said this, she was suddenly suffocated. Inviting Zhong Hou to come to the competition is just a pretense, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose. She snorted, and didn't know what to say, so she simply ignored him.

Zhong Houzheng was having an affair with Chen Yuanyuan, and was suddenly scolded by a person pointing at his nose, and immediately became angry: "What are you? This place is empty, and no one knows him, so Zhong Hou's wildness in his bones was released without hesitation, and he scolded the gangster bloody.

The gangsters were furious, and with a wave of their hands, a group of people watching the excitement on the side suddenly surrounded them.

Chen Yuanyuan was anxious and shouted angrily: "Kitchen knife, what do you want to do?"

"I want to fight. It just so happens that my hands are itchy. It was Zhong Hou who spoke, and with one hand like a ghost, he grabbed the collar of the kitchen knife, lifted him up, and threw it out again. This action was smooth and done in one go, and suddenly shocked all the gangsters present, this is really a master.

The kitchen knife was thrown out, and he sighed in his heart, this time it is estimated that he is going to break a bone, who knows that Zhong Hou used a kind of skill, he happened to hit the ground with his buttocks, and he was almost unharmed, and he was able to stand up immediately. The kitchen knife immediately admired Zhong Hou in his heart, but he was not to be outdone: "Isn't it just to sneak attack me while people are unprepared......

After saying this, seeing that Zhong Hou's eyes were not good, he had the meaning of giving himself a little more, and suddenly his voice was much lower: "If you have the ability, let's compare it to a motorcycle, see who is better." ”

Chen Yuanyuan is not happy, Zhong Hou's performance today is very much to her liking, and Zhong Hou is her person who brought it, of course she has to help speak: "Your motorcycle has been driven for so many years, and our Zhong Hou has only come into contact for the first time, do you still want to be ashamed?"

The kitchen knife also seemed to feel that he was a little too much, and smiled embarrassedly: "In this way, I let him run for one minute, and it will only take seven or eight minutes to complete the race, one minute is long enough, right?"

"That's pretty much it. Chen Yuanyuan nodded with satisfaction and was about to agree.

Zhong Hou laughed: "It's good that you have this thought." But I have always been fair and impartial in doing things, although you have been in contact for a long time, but you may not be able to win me, let me lose a minute. Isn't it just a small motorcycle, my brother can also play!"

What else did the kitchen knife say, but he suddenly thought of Zhong Hou's kung fu, and was immediately silent. Motorcycle riders' reflexes and physical coordination are very important, but it is not difficult to get started. Zhong Hou really has to learn, maybe he can create some miracles, although the possibility is very small...... The kitchen knife was not ready to take risks, after all, the bet was 50,000 yuan, and for a thug like him, 50,000 yuan was already a lot of income. And...... The kitchen knife sighed, must win!

Zhong Hou didn't care about the kitchen knife, he needed some time to get familiar with Chen Yuanyuan's motorcycle. For someone like Zhong Hou, every victory seems so important. To win, but also to win beautifully.

Twenty minutes passed.

Zhong Hou snapped his fingers: "It's almost, let's start." ”

Chen Yuanyuan asked a little uneasily: "Are you sure you can do it?" was originally a disguise, but ...... Now there is a sudden expectation that Zhong Hou will win. Can this man work miracles? Winning is for me, and it's exciting to think about it. However, that kitchen knife is a master of racing, and Chen Yuanyuan lost hundreds of thousands of dollars to him before and after. Can Zhong Hou, a novice, really win?

The riders put on helmets and sat on motorcycles. The motorcycle stopped on a parallel line and waited for the referee to call the shots. There are already people waiting there at the finish line, and whoever arrives first wins, and can win a bet of 50,000 yuan.

The competition is officially on!

Five motorcycles rushed out, no, it should be four...... Zhong Hou was a little crooked as soon as he rode up, and in the blink of an eye, he was pulled out by the four cars in front of him for a long distance.

"Come on. Chen Yuanyuan also followed behind on a motorcycle, and when she saw Zhong Hou's tragic situation, she immediately waved her hand to cheer him up. With such an insight, her own motorcycle happened to hit Zhong Hou. Chen Yuanyuan was so frightened that she was sweating and hurriedly braked, but where was the time?

At the critical moment, Zhong Hou suddenly became brave and avoided Chen Yuanyuan's motorcycle. A confident smile appeared on his face, isn't it just a motorcycle, my brother has already mastered it. If you see a motorcycle on the road that is driven out of the Ferrari wind, then this person must be Zhong Hou.

Suddenly, the power has almost reached the maximum, Zhong Hou is like a soldier galloping on the battlefield, pointing at the country and scolding Fang Xuan. Chen Yuanyuan watched Zhong Hou leave in a daze, her eyes full of incredulity. Is this really the first time to ride a motorcycle, or is it Zhong Hou, who has just ridden a motorcycle?

As soon as Chen Yuanyuan stepped on the accelerator, she immediately chased after her. This road can worry her miserably, one turn at a time, one uphill again, but Zhong Hou always rescues himself in the tragic ending that seems to be sure to overturn. All the way to catch up, the three motorcycles were overtaken by Zhong Hou, and finally, a kilometer away from the finish line, Zhong Hou and the kitchen knife went hand in hand.

Yu Guang saw a motorcycle chasing after him, and he didn't care about the kitchen knife at first, he knew the skills of several other people, and his power in the later stage was far worse than his own, so he didn't need to worry at all. But the motorcycle slowly approached, and the kitchen knife realized that it was the motorcycle driven by Zhong Hou.

There was no time to be surprised, the kitchen knife gritted his teeth, drove his own extreme speed, ran wildly, and in the last kilometer, I was the final winner. The whole person seems to have entered an ethereal state, with no one else around, only himself and an empty road. The kitchen knife keeps cheering himself up, hurry up, you can go a little faster. Finally, when it came to the end, I won! It was hard to win, but I finally won.

He stopped in the car for a long time before the kitchen knife took a breath and stepped off the motorcycle. He stepped forward and patted the shoulder of the young man who was in charge of recording the time here: "Blackhead, I'm having a treat tonight, brothers are all going, food stalls." And you, boy, can come along if you're interested. The latter sentence was said to Zhong Hou, and there was a bit of self-satisfaction in this sentence.

The black head suddenly looked at the kitchen knife with a surprised face: "Brother Kitchen Knife, you still have to treat you if you lose, when have you been so generous?"

Lost? The kitchen knife's smug expression suddenly froze on his face, and he grabbed the black head: "What did you say, I lost? You must have remembered it wrong, didn't you?"

The black head struggled painfully a few times, and finally got out of the clutches of the kitchen knife: "Losing is losing, how can I remember wrong." You're more than ten seconds worse than him, and ten seconds is considered a loss. ”

Like a thunderclap in the clear sky, the black head was suddenly stunned, his eyes were glazed, and he muttered involuntarily: "Impossible, this is impossible, absolutely impossible, I, how can I lose? I won, I obviously won." ”