Chapter 676: his destination

Chapter 676 His destination

At first, Murong Qiao didn't understand the reason for taking the elevator.

Until the elevator stopped slowly and the door slowly opened, countless cheers poured into my ears. Looking at the crowds outside the auditorium and the appearance of racing cars speeding on the track, I couldn't help but be infected by the speed. .

Needless to say Tang Yu, Murong Qiao was able to catch the fiery red car at the first sight, and was far ahead of the others. He almost crossed the advantage of half a lap, and swayed through one corner after another with a cool tail.

Tang Yu took her to the front position. The viewing experience here is excellent, almost like the excitement from the pavement, blowing towards her face from the strong wind brought by the racing car.

"I tried to persuade him several times before, but he didn't listen to the treatment." Tang Yu watched the redness fade away, and then spoke.

Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows, and his eyes shifted from the car to Tang Yu. "But he drives a racing car, and I should know this best in my heart."

If you want honor and want to be able to continue driving a car in the future, leg problems are a hidden danger there.

Like a bomb that may explode at any time, the countdown does not necessarily end at any time, and life will end.

Tang Yu smiled wryly, "He must know this better than anyone else."

But if it is clear, it is clear, and if you don't listen, you don't listen. Tang Huai seems to have a bit of his own stubbornness in his bones. Once he has his own ideas, he can't listen to anyone's words.

"He once told me."

"If you can die on the field, it might not be a kind of destination."

Tang Yu brought this sentence out of his memory, and said it to Murong Qiao, and couldn't help feeling sorry for Tang Huai.

This sentence made Murong Qiao's eyes fall on the bright red racing car again. After hearing Tang Yu's words, he always felt all kinds of feelings in his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Died on the field...?

Thinking of the news report in his dream, Murong Qiao frowned more and more.

And amidst the conversation between the two, a game also came to an end.

The fiery red racing car was in the leading position of the first place almost from the beginning to the end, without giving anyone else a chance, it leaped to the front, rushed to the finish line in one go, and won the first place.

At that moment, the cheers erupted from the auditorium almost made Murong Qiao think that he was drowned.

Murong Qiao and Tang Yu watched the race right next to the finish line, so they met eyes as soon as Tang Huai got off the car.

Tang Huai just got out of the car and slowed down, then took off his helmet and shook his hair, and looked at the seat where Tang Yu would always sit, but this time he met Murong Qiao's gaze.

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Huai remembered Murong Qiao.

He walked over, adding strength to the cheers of the crowd and calling her, "Follow me!"

This is not a good place to talk.

Murong Qiao was still immersed in the noisy and excited cheers, but Tang Yu knew Tang Huai all along, and upon seeing this, he signaled Murong Qiao to go with them.

So the three of them moved from the lively arena to the maintenance station not far away.

When Tang Huai walked in with the two of them, Murong Qiao saw that the racing car was being overhauled by relevant personnel.

Even though she felt amazing before, this is the first time she has seen how smooth and beautiful the lines of this car are now up close.

"Like it?" Tang Huai's voice suddenly appeared beside her.

Murong Qiao regained consciousness, and then nodded. "very beautiful."

There is no one who does not love beautiful things, especially the excitement that comes from extreme sports.

"Then I'll take you for a walk later." Tang Huai said casually.

Murong Qiao was about to say no, but Tang Yu who was next to him preempted him by speaking.

"Are you willing again?" Tang Yu deliberately elongated her tone, "When I was doing it last time, why didn't I see you so happy?"

"Can you be the same as my sister?"

Tang Huai snorted disdainfully, "Go away."

Tang Yu was just joking, seeing Tang Huai say this, he went downhill.

"All right, all right, I'll go, then you guys talk."

Tang Yu knew why Murong Qiao came here, so he gave Tang Huai and Murong Qiao room to talk after not staying here for long.

It would be great if Murong Qiao could persuade him. Anyway, he also hoped that Tang Huai would pay attention to his legs.

Just watching Tang Yu leave, Murong Qiao hasn't figured out what to say to Tang Huai yet.

She stood next to the racing car, watching the staff go back and forth, reorganizing and dismantling the words in her heart, and there was no result after repeated repetitions.

Tang Huai, on the other hand, seemed to be able to see through her mind at a glance, and revealed Murong Qiao's purpose in one word.

"Who asked you to persuade me to treat my illness?"

He stood by the side of the car, standing straight and straight like a pine and a cypress, and his tone was so careless that he wanted nothing to do.

"Is it Murong Zheng? Qin Huan? Or—" He stopped in the middle of speaking, and laughed for no reason. "Xian Yu is fine."

"Not at all," Murong Qiao shook his head, "I came here on my own."

She pursed her lips, "I heard from my second brother that your illness can be cured."

Because he didn't have much contact with Tang Huai, Murong Qiao didn't find a way to get along with each other immediately.

Fortunately, Tang Huai was very enthusiastic towards her, which made Murong Qiao feel less nervous.

"It can be cured." Tang Huai generously admitted, "It's not a terminal illness in the first place."

"Then—" Murong Qiao raised his eyes.

But in the next second, she bumped into a calm lake, as if she had fallen into the silence in his eyes.

"Did Murong Zheng tell you about the treatment?" Tang Huai looked at her and then turned away, as if he mentioned something unimportant.

Murong Qiao nodded, "I know, six months to a year."

She remembered the treatment time that her second brother told herself.

But Tang Huai shook his head, "He probably didn't explain it to you in detail."

"If I'm going to be treated, I can't touch the racing car during the treatment."

When Tang Huai said the last sentence, Tang Huai's tone was obviously heavy, and then the pair of drooping eyes looked over, and there seemed to be some incomprehensible emotions hidden in Murong Qiao.

"Do you know what it means to a racing driver not to touch the car for more than half a year?"

This question made Murong Qiao dumbfounded.

Tang Huai's question made her not know how to answer, she stood there pursing her lips, even though there were many things in her heart, after Tang Huai explained the situation, she couldn't say it for a while.

Driving a racing car, just like playing e-sports, requires extremely strong reactions and excellent neural abilities as the basis, and it also requires day-to-day practice.

The period of treatment may not be long for ordinary people, but for a racer, or a racer who wants to win the championship of extreme mountain racing—

"There is still one year until the game starts."

Murong suddenly felt that Tang Huai's voice became heavy, "I don't like gambling."

Worst case, that is, he received treatment, the results really take a year to get better.

At that time, the illness will be cured, but it will be too late for the game.

This heavy topic began with Tang Huai and ended with Tang Huai.

"Okay, let's wait until you come to me next time to talk about going around."

Tang Huai suddenly smiled, and carelessly ruffled Murong Qiao's hair.

"Thank you for your concern, but let's do it for today."