Chapter 142 Is there anything to eat?
“Is this the master Fei is looking for? What do you want to do with this outfit?”
“I only know that the masked singer is popular on the show recently, but I don’t know it. Masked riders are also popular.”
"Ha! Being powerful is called playing a mystery? If you don't have the strength, you are afraid of being embarrassed if you lose, so you don't dare to meet people, right?"
"Yeah! That makes sense. Anyway, I'm not afraid of being embarrassed. I feel like I'm in the dark. Face, I can do it.”
The people around him suddenly started talking.
At this time, Meng Lang's outfit was undoubtedly a bit eye-catching.
In addition to the mask on his face, he also took a peaked cap from Yan Weiwei's car. Basically only a pair of eyes were exposed on his entire face.
The people present are basically the second or even third generation of Sioux City car enthusiasts. Their family backgrounds are not ordinary, and none of them think highly of themselves.
Seeing Meng Lang not showing his true colors, he naturally felt a little offended.
Hu Yifei looked this "masked driver" up and down.
The video of Yan Weiwei in the morning was taken from Meng Lang’s side and behind, and the front face cannot be seen.
Just looking at his clothes, the man in front of me is indeed the man in the video.
While they were sizing up Meng Lang, Meng Lang was also sizing them up.
There are about thirty people here, all handsome men and beautiful women. You can tell by the way they dress that they come from well-off families.
Apart from anything else, it is basically impossible for ordinary people to be able to afford a sports car.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the so-called "junior brother" in front of him in Yan Weiwei's mouth.
He is wearing a simple shirt, T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, but he is wearing ordinary clothes, but judging from the way the people around him are vaguely looking at him as the leader, he should be the one with the highest status.
For a second-generation person like Yan Weiwei to say "walking sideways in Su City" made Meng Lang slightly curious about the other party's identity.
"Haha! Sister Weiwei, this expert you brought is quite interesting. Where did you find it?"
The big wave next to Hu Yifei smiled and took Yan Weiwei's arm and asked.
In one sentence, while resolving the awkward situation, he also tested Meng Lang's identity from Yan Weiwei.
If Hu Yifei couldn't speak, she, a woman, could do it for him.
Since Yan Weiwei promised Meng Lang to conceal his identity for him, she naturally laughed.
“Oh! My tenant can’t pay the rent, so I’m thinking of finding some work for him to pay the rent.”
The other people's eyes suddenly looked strange, and even Meng Lang's mouth twitched slightly.
Let you make up an identity at will, and it is better to recruit from the talent market than this!
"Uh...haha! Since the master doesn't want to reveal his identity, he naturally has his own reasons." Hu Yifei came out to smooth things over.
"Don't worry, master. As long as you win tonight's game, the 1 million game jackpot will be considered as tonight's thank you fee."
Look at this person's speaking skills and working expenses. It's called a thank you fee, which gives you enough face.
But 1 million for one game? A suite!
People from this city just know how to play.
In the past, that would have been my total income in the past ten years.
Even Meng Lang, who had no interest in monetary units below "Shuang", couldn't help but lament the huge class gap.
Although I don’t value the 1 million very much, I still have to give the landlord “face”.
Meng Lang nodded, indicating his agreement.
Since Yan Weiwei has guaranteed that the competition method will be "safe", and there is no need to reveal the identity, it will be used to brush up on skill proficiency.
In fact, he doesn’t have a very intuitive concept of his own level until now.
Rally champion? He doesn't even know what rally racing is, so how can he possibly know what level he is at.
It would be good to have a driver refer to it.
However, the fact that this game did not appear in the latest issue of "Wildfire" bothered him a little.
There are two possibilities. One is that he only thinks about revenge. This kind of daily trivial matters that have nothing to do with life are not recorded at all.
Because it will not affect the trajectory of your life at all.
The second possibility is that in the world of "Wildfire", he did not come to participate in the competition at all...
He is more inclined to the second one.
Comparing his feelings, he suddenly found that he had been reduced from the protagonist to a supporting role. I was afraid that he was not in the mood to attend a racing party rally that night.
Not locking yourself in a dark room and crying loudly is considered a strong will.
This incident also reminded him that in order to ensure the timeliness of the "golden 24 hours", it is very important to have one quality.
A normal heart, a normal heart...
"Brother Fei! He won 1 million, what if he loses?"
Just as Meng Lang was summing up his life, a man with an earring suddenly stood up in the crowd.
"What if the masked driver who plays cosplay is just a silver pewter gun head, and the loss will be too ugly, and we will be laughed to death by Hong Shijie and his gang?"
Him He expressed the doubts of everyone present.
"Are you questioning my vision?" Hu Yifei raised his eyebrows.
The earring man suddenly smiled.
"Of course I'm not Brother Fei, but if you want to represent us in the race, you have to show some strength, right?
My driving skills are also good, and I want to race too! Why don't we compete? Whoever wins goes on! ”
“ Yes, Brother Fei! After all, he’s a guy he’s never met before, and yet he’s so wrapped up in everything. Is it appropriate to let him play so casually?”
“Yeah! Let him show off his skills! "Many people in the crowd echoed.
"Just for a moment, don't come out and embarrass yourself! Get back here!" Hu Yifei glared at the earring man.
The earring man immediately shrank his head and fell silent.
The corners of Meng Lang's mouth curled up slightly.
A hundred years of life experience told him that these guys were playing double acts.
Those who are the bosses try their best to protect them, while those who are the younger ones jump out and act like villains.
At this time, a normal expert would be so excited that he would definitely be tempted to teach this ignorant man with earrings a lesson. Then Hu Yifei could follow the trend and take a look at Meng Lang's quality.
No wonder there are so many stories about rich second generations coming to their doorsteps asking for a slap in the face...
Who says that today’s second generations are all idiots? If you treat them as fools, you are really stupid.
"Well! This guy is right. I also want to ask, if you win 1 million, what about if you lose?" Meng Lang suddenly said.
Meng Lang's reaction was completely different from what everyone expected.
Everyone was stunned. Meng Lang turned to look at Yan Weiwei again, "Landlord, I lost, they won't ask me to pay 1 million yuan, right?"
Everyone: "..."
Hey, hey! After all, he is a master, give yourself more confidence!
Please follow the normal script and slap us in the face!
These days I am not afraid that you are capable, but I am afraid that you are pretending to be capable!
Hu Yifei was also slightly startled, and then smiled.
"Haha! How could it be possible? Don't say you are the person brought by Senior Sister. Even if you weren't, we wouldn't be able to do such a shameless thing.
If we lose, it's because I've been blind. , I will never let you be responsible, brother.”
Well! Although he didn't know how sincere and how clichéd his words were, his polite and virtuous manner made Meng Lang unable to dislike this young man.
"Hmph! Don't worry, I brought you here. If anyone dares to embarrass you, I will do a plastic surgery for him for free. I guarantee that he won't even know his parents after he comes out!"
< br>At this time, Yan Weiwei clenched her fists and glanced at the earring men with a sneer.
"I'm telling you, if I hadn't kidnapped him, he wouldn't be willing to come here. He's picky and picky. If he keeps nagging me, I'll turn around and leave!"
Suddenly no one dared to say anything.
Most of the people present knew Yan Weiwei.
This host said that he doesn’t even know your parents, so he really can’t just give you some minor plastic surgery...
When Meng Lang saw this, he felt a sense of security inexplicably. feel.
It seems that Yan Weiwei has a very bad reputation in the circle of friends!
"No need to compensate? That's fine, that's fine!" Meng Lang looked relieved, and everyone felt even more unsure.
Hu Yifei was also a little scared at this time, wondering if he had really made a mistake, and asked tentatively. "Ahem! Master, it seems you didn't drive here?"
"Oh! I'll use this one." Meng Lang pointed to Yan Weiwei's Porsche 911.
Everyone was dumbfounded again.
Hello! You are a driver after all. If you are racing with someone else's car, can you be more professional?
Even ordinary people know that if a swordsman does not have his own famous sword, he will definitely not be able to exert 100% of his strength!
"This...this seems to be senior sister's car, right? Is it inappropriate?"
"It's quite suitable. I have ridden in it several times and I am familiar with the condition of the car."
How many times have you sat there? You haven't even driven it yourself before co-writing it?
There was a weird atmosphere permeating the scene.
"Hey! Sister Weiwei, are you okay as a friend?" Da Lang asked in a low voice.
Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes at her.
"How do I know if it's okay? You ask me if your man is attracted to you?"
"Oh, we are just ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend. Why are you a man? I'm so embarrassed!"
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"Eh~"
Here Hu Yifei asked bravely again.
"Master, this time your opponent is a professional driver who has participated in international rallies. Don't be careless. Are you sure you don't have any other needs?"
Other needs?
Meng Lang thought for a while, and just after sending Xiao Yu home, Yan Weiwei pulled her over anxiously. He had not even had time to eat a hot meal.
"I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"
"Uh..."
Fortunately, someone brought food.
Not long after, Meng Lang looked at the KFC burger in his hand and muttered, "Just eat junk food."
I was about to stuff it into my mouth, but it was blocked by a layer of cloth, and then I remembered that I was covering my face.
Looking up again, he found a group of people staring at him intently, as if they were looking at some rare beauty.
Meng Lang: "..."
Silently opened the door of Yan Weiwei's sports car, got in and gently closed the door, and then...
"Zi~" The window glass shook. Go up.
Everyone: "..." (End of this chapter)