car altar supreme

Chapter 12
"Ding~~~
Congratulations to the host for completing the task,

Get a new task: complete the 2017GTCC season,

Task reward: every time a race is completed, the host will get 1 skill point and 1 talent skill point each,
The host level is currently upgraded to level 6. "

Upgraded!But this promotion was the most unhappy time for Mo Shu.

For Wang Qing's confession, he was mentally prepared in advance, but he didn't expect it to come so fast and so suddenly.

Mo Shu has always regarded Wang Qing as his biological sister, and no matter whether it is Wang Qing's brother Wang Yu or the parents of Wang's brothers and sisters, they all recognize Mo Shu very much.

And Mo Shu's parents also loved Wang Qing very much. A few years ago, both of them expressed their willingness to marry Wang Qing and Mo Shu in the near future.

Wang Yu even talked to Mo Shu twice or three times, on the one hand for Wang Qing's feelings, on the other hand he said that the whole family valued his character very much, Boss Wang even welcomed him to join the Wang Group, responsible for the product Matters related to photography and visual design.

However, Mo Shu politely rejected those suggestions. He is a person with a low face. Of course, sometimes, he will very much hate his persistence in this regard.

As the saying goes, "Face is the only thing that matters". Mo Shu understands it very well in his heart. It's just that "gold has no bare feet, and no one is perfect".

Abandoning all the benefits and conditions, the most important thing is Mo Shu's heart.

Because, he only has a brother-sister relationship with Wang Qing.

Mo Shu was thinking a lot for a while, and Wang Qing already had the answer in his mind.

"Brother Mo Shu, don't rush to answer about being my boyfriend. I'm sorry to interrupt your competition." After speaking, Wang Qing turned around abruptly, turned her head and left.

I don't know if it was to avoid being rejected on the spot, or because he was afraid that Mo Shu's eyes would fill with tears when he saw her.

Mo Shu opened his mouth, hesitating whether to explain.

After a while, he managed to force out a sentence: "I'm sorry."

The passage was very long, and at the end there seemed to be a person standing there waiting for Wang Qing. Mo Shu felt relieved when he saw the unusual figure and the unchanging dark formal suit.

"Old Guo, please." Mo Shu said to himself, with a faint wry smile on his face.

Back at the hotel, Mo Shu didn't sleep well for half the night, and the little joy of winning the practice match disappeared.

Wang Yu sent him a WeChat message, saying that the media had contacted the team and wanted to do an exclusive interview with the "top five rookie drivers of the year" and asked him to reply as soon as possible.

Mo Shu just replied with a short "OK", then turned the phone to silent and put it aside.

He feels sorry for Wang Qing's frustration and sadness, but he has no choice but to make a fool of others. What's even more "worse" is that, even though he was a little worried about Wang Qing, the faces that often come to mind are Wang Yining.

"Enough is enough." Mo Shu was extremely annoyed, and turned off the bedside lamp, trying to make himself fall asleep.

When he woke up, it was already a quarter past ten in the morning, and Mo Shu rushed to the hotel lobby after washing up.

I thought I had definitely missed the team bus, but I saw Wang Yu and Wang Yining on the sofa in the lobby with sad faces, as if they were discussing something.

Mo Shu felt something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward to ask. Wang Yu did not respond. He just looked at him resentfully, then shook his head, turned to one side and sighed.

Wang Yining also sighed, raised his hand and handed over a card.

On the pure white card, there were only two or three short lines of beautiful handwriting, and the first sentence was blurred to the point of blurring.

"Brother Mo Shu, I plan to return to England. I will become even better when we meet again. Then you may fall in love with me and be willing to be my boyfriend! Come on and compete! See you later!"

"despair"

A clear tear fell on the center of the card.

Mo Shu couldn't tell if the handwriting was smudged again this time, or if his teary eyes were too hazy.

"Silly girl, who ever said you weren't good enough?" Mo Shu murmured in a low voice.

At the beginning, Wang Yu said that his sister came back to China because of Mo Shu. Who would have thought that the three of them had been reunited for less than a month, and the friends who had played since they were young were separated again.

Mo Shu raised his head violently, and crystal clear teardrops floated in the air.

"Go, go to the field, I will become even better!!!"

After noon, the surrounding roads of the Fugang International Circuit started to be congested. There were tens of thousands of citizens driving to watch the race, and many vehicles were stranded on the main road, slowly forming a long queue of traffic.

Compared with Nanshan Circuit, the auditorium of Floating Harbor Circuit is larger and accommodates more people.

Because it was Saturday, the number of spectators for the qualifying race increased significantly. Ticket sellers had already started selling scalped tickets outside the track gate, and various merchants and vendors had also set up stalls along the road to build up the popularity of GTCC.

In the stellar team's pit room, Mo Shu and Wang Yining were discussing the game tactics.

Since there is almost no head-to-head confrontation between the drivers of each team in qualifying, the advantage of the two competing as a team is not obvious.

As long as the level of practice is shown, the pole position will probably fall into Mo Shu's bag, and as long as Wang Yining's lap time does not fall out of the top five, it will be easier for the two to run out of cooperation in the race.

"You two masters, there are still 5 minutes to start the qualifying race. I suggest you wait and see for this kind of race where you can freely choose the starting time. We also need to consider the number of tires guaranteed during the race." Wang Yu said The voice blared over the convoy comm.

"Old Wang, today I want to be the first to start."

"What's wrong, Mo Shu? Have you forgotten the strategy for the qualifying match?" Wang Yu dissuaded.

Because GTCC qualifying does not adopt a three-quarter competition system, but the fastest lap within the specified time is enough.

Therefore, generally, drivers with absolute strength will like to start later, reducing vehicle loss is one thing, and the halo of the great god is another.

The most important thing is that drivers with mediocre results must want to do more laps in a limited time, so that they have a greater chance of improving their lap times.

As a result, these drivers will leave a lot of rubber residue from hot-melt tires on the track, and the tire residue will increase the grip of the car.

Grip is the root cause of the delay in the start of the number one drivers. They are waiting for the part of the period after the grip is improved, saving effort, car and tire.

Under such circumstances, good results will be easier to create, and many of the fastest lap records were born under such circumstances.

Although the first wave of drivers who left the station suffered a little, Mo Shu ignored these rules and insisted on leaving the station early. He wanted to practice a few more laps.

"Let him go, stubborn donkey, don't turn back if you don't hit the south wall!" Wang Yu couldn't compete, so he took off his earphones and threw them on the table.

The moment the racing car left the pit room, Mo Shu was surprised to find that the black mirror of the Kunsheng team was also preparing to start immediately.

The two cars drove out of the maintenance area one after the other, and the black mirror was leading in the front on the exit lap. When the timing lap was approaching, the black mirror suddenly slowed down and retreated behind Mo Shu's car.

"What is this guy going to do? Do you also want to learn my running technique?" Mo Shu thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)