Riding to the foot of the mountain, Nie Yu, who was defeated by the takeaway brother, felt extremely uncomfortable.

He took off his helmet, leaned under a tree, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and expertly flicked them.

He pulled out one, held a lighter in his right hand, and covered the breeze with his left hand, and leaned his head over.

"Hiss~~Huh~~"

Take a deep breath, the strong smell of tobacco fills the throat, and as the faint smoke ring is exhaled, the depression in my heart is also slowed down a lot.

'Smoking is bad for your health', he has known since he was a child, so no matter how rebellious and rebellious he is, he has never smoked a puff before he was a minor.

Until the first defeat, the great frustration of his whole blow to the decadence, and he smoked the first cigarette handed to him by his friend in a daze, and since then the two fingers of his right hand have been tingling with a faint yellow.

One burned out, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped lightly on the tip of his toe, and looked up into the distance.

Feeling the warm breeze in the early morning, watching the red morning sun rising in the sky, two or three noisy voices passed through my ears, and I took a sharp breath of air and spit it out, and my mood was much calmer.

"It's me who lost!"

It was only at this moment that he truly admitted that he was inferior to others.

For a competitive person like him, it is an extremely humiliating thing to lose to a delivery boy.

Thinking back to just now, the strange arc that passed in front of him still frightened him.

In the past two years, he has run all over the large and small mountain roads in the province, defeating not 100 but 80 opponents, and more than a dozen vicious battles, several of which have stepped into the threshold of their careers.

But no matter how powerful these people are, they can't turn such a weird arc.

"How exactly did he do it?"

Nie Yu fell into deep thought, and there was another cigarette in his hand.

Closing his eyes and thinking back to the scene just now, it seemed that for a moment, his perspective was attached to the delivery boy's motorcycle.

The violent acceleration made the motorcycle tremble, and the whole body almost collapsed in an instant.

Scenes flew by quickly, and the originally familiar mountain road suddenly became extremely scary at this moment.

The motorcycle under the crotch can't give me a little confidence, and the brakes are useless.

At such a speed, whether it is the front brake or the rear brake, the slightest mistake is a cliff.

It is conceivable that even people and cars flew out at a speed of more than 100 kilometers per hour, except for the debris of machinery in one place, there was only incomplete flesh and blood.

At this moment, even a battle-hardened person like Nie Yu couldn't help but be afraid, but for that takeaway brother, it seemed that this was commonplace.

"Isn't he afraid of death?"

He asked himself, but he still couldn't think of a reason in his head.

By chance, he caught a glimpse of a meal card on the side of the road.

The meal card is old, but there is no trace of being run over by the wheel, it should have just been dropped.

He didn't want to pay attention to such things, after all, there were so many things thrown on the street these years, and some people didn't even bother to pick up a steel hammer, who would care about this ordinary meal card.

"Meal card?!"

After another glance, Nie Yu was shocked, walked over quickly, picked it up, and looked at it carefully, and there were a few words on it, 'Gongdong Normal College'.

"Could that person be a student of the teacher's college?"

Thinking of this, his heart was full of fighting spirit again!

"Hey, brother, can you hear me?"

After a while, the sound of "zilala" sounded.

"I can hear it, Brother Nie, there are too many people, are you still running?"

"If you don't run, I'm defeated."

Nie Yu's tone was very flat, as if he was saying something extremely ordinary again.

Compared with Nie Yu's blandness, the voice in the headphones was very surprised, "Defeated? Lost to whom?? That delivery guy? ”

Nie Yu was silent for a while, "Yes......"

"Brother, please help me inquire, Gongdong Normal College, is there a part-time food delivery, tell me quickly, I will meet him!"

He is such a person, he must be strong and dare to admit it.

Losing is losing, winning is losing, and how to get up from where he fell is what he has to seriously consider.

Nie Yu is a big star in the motorcycle circle, and in one morning, he lost to a takeaway brother and then spread out, which caused a sensation in the whole city.

On the other hand, the takeaway brother took advantage of the morning sun to rush back to the service center anxiously, pinching the dots while getting on the morning bus.

The morning train is almost impossible to call a car, and it seems more appropriate to call it a moving iron box.

The iron box is like a dumpling, stuffed with ordinary people who are busy with life.

There is no need for a seat, there is no need for armrests, and it is crowded with people, and even if you let go of your hand, you will never fall down.

The takeaway guy is in this crowded bus, and he sleeps with his eyes closed.

His name is Xie Fei, a sophomore at Yongdong Normal College.

There are about a dozen stops from the service center to the school, and even if there is no traffic jam, it takes nearly an hour to stop and go.

And this hour is the source of his vitality for a new day.

He is a rural child, his parents went out to work, he was brought up by his grandparents since he was a child, and he knew that his family was in difficulty, and he was a worry-free child since he was a child.

Since his freshman year, he bought a second-hand broken motorcycle with Huabei and started his journey as a takeaway worker.

His quota is not high, and it is only 3,000 yuan to die, and the frame and engine of this motorcycle are original parts, and the other parts are seventy-seven eighty-eight, which are from a familiar car repair shop old man to buy stall goods.

The old man of the repair shop told him that this motorcycle seems to be a good brand, Qianjiang's, it seems to be called 250.

What it is, he doesn't know, in short, the quality of the domestic car is not bad, the wind in summer, the snow in winter, and it has not been broken after riding for two years except for changing the oil.

The downfall of his family made him feel a little inferior, and he hardly took the initiative to talk to others.

When he first entered the university, when he saw his roommates' brand-new Nikes and high-end clothes that couldn't be called, he knew that his great liberation and rags were destined to not be able to play with these people all the way in his life.

Fortunately, they have a good relationship, and their roommates take good care of him, and even when he goes to work in Meituan, his roommate 'deliberately' pretends to say it unintentionally.

The roommates knew about this, but Xie Fei really didn't seem to know.

He was always the first to go to bed, sleeping for about three hours until one o'clock in the morning, and quietly climbed down the second floor along the pipe while his classmates were asleep, sweeping a shared bicycle to the service station.

After the delivery, it was about five o'clock.

He only had ten minutes to run from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and only then did he have enough time to get to the service station, get on the first bus and come back, and pretend to wash up as if nothing had happened.

Everything about motorcycle driving skills, except for the little bit of skin learned in driving school, is forced by life.

Being late means seeing through, having an extremely low self-esteem, and not even the last fig leaf.

Therefore, no matter the wind, rain, thunder, lightning and snow, he can only ride faster, no matter how fast!