Lynch was retiring for two days and was almost suspected that the system had turned on his gold finger, and said to the system: "Are you worthy?"

Lynch:...Okay, that's because he is born with strong physical fitness.

Of course, this is also inseparable from acquired exercise.

As a former professional driver, Lynch is full of beautiful muscles.

Racing is a physical job.

The Yellow Sand Short Track Training Ground is the latest training ground to simulate desert terrain and is very popular with drivers. Lynch met with Zhong Yanzhai for the first time.

In the lounge, Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai are changing clothes. Even if they are just training, they still have to be fully armed. The first is to simulate the load on the actual competition, and the second is to be safe. The situation of driving in the training ground is common. Racing

Special helmets and racing suits can protect riders well.

Zhong Yanzhai has a dedicated wardrobe to hold racing suits in this training ground. Once the key is opened, two identical navy blue racing suits are quietly hung inside. The dark helmet is placed on the partition under the racing suit, and there is a dark side.

There are golden lightning, and the bottom are two pairs of racing shoes.

Everything is in double sets.

Lynch held his hands and said, "When did you prepare it? Don't measure the size, what if it's not suitable?"

Zhong Yanzhai took down one of them and threw it back. Lynch quickly caught the heavy racing suit.

"When you were lying on the bed and pretending to be dead," Zhong Yanzhai glanced sideways, "I already know your size very well."

Lynch's old face turned red, Zhong Yanzhai's move to hold his shoes was paused, his eyes fixed on Lynch's face, with doubts visible to the naked eye, as if saying, "You will blush too."

Lynch coughed lightly, put down his racing suit, turned around and took off his pants. He was tall like Zhong Yanzhai, with long hands and long legs. Under his black underwear, a pair of slender and powerful legs were neatly penetrated into the two trousers in the racing suit.

I stood up and started taking off my coat and shirt.

Zhong Yanzhai stared at him with a side face, and did not look away after Lynch put on his racing suit.

Lynch is very good-looking, his casual eyes come from his sharp eyes, his nose is very straight, his lips are slightly thicker than ordinary people, and he has a natural fleshy feeling, and his whole body is filled with the breath of a bad boy.

This unruly and freedom are tightly bound by a tightly fitted racing suit, which is very contradictory.

Zhong Yanzhai's throat was a little tight, and he had to vent - on the runway.

The most important thing between the navigator and the driver is to establish tacit understanding and trust.

Racing is an extremely dangerous sport, especially rally racing. If you drive a thrilling terrain in a wrong way, you may have a car destroyed and a person killed.

Once a pilot sits on the passenger's co-pilot of a driver, it means giving his life to the driver. The pilot must trust the driver's strength, and the driver must also believe in the pilot's instructions. The two complement each other.

, is a delicate balance of pulling.

So some people joke that the navigator and the driver have the same relationship as the husband and wife.

Zhong Yanzhai said it was not surprising that he went to the navigator according to the standards of finding a wife.

This yellow sand short track Zhongyanzhai has been held alone three times. He has a strong talent for memory. Three times for short track are enough for him to remember all the details clearly.

"Are you ready?" Zhong Yanzhai looked at the passenger's Lynch Dao through the headset built in his helmet.

"Ok." A lazy voice came through the headset, rustling through Zhong Yanzhai's eardrums. He raised his hand and pressed the goggles on his helmet, grabbed the steering wheel with his hand, "Sit firmly."

The blue racing car drove out like a drop of water, and completed the speed up in just a few seconds. The yellow sand rolled up by the tires hit the car body violently, making a sound like hail falling to the ground.

Lynch said nothing throughout the whole process, and his expression was rare and serious.

In the field, racing cars crossed rapidly, and the sound of the engine roaring can still make people's temples jump straight through the helmet.

It's too fast.

With such a speed and such stability - Zhong Yanzhai is really a genius.

The car returned to the starting point, Zhong Yanzhai stopped the car and asked Lynch: "How do you feel?"

Lynch chuckled, "Brother, don't let anyone other than me take your co-pilot, otherwise he will be stunned by you."

Zhong Yanzhai's breathing sound came at a constant speed through the headset. He didn't answer the conversation, but took off his helmet and shook his head, and shook it away the sweat on his hair.

Lynch also took off his helmet and relaxed his neck, "Turn two more sections? Let me be more familiar with your driving habits."

Zhong Yanzhai raised his head and exhaled, and said calmly: "Are you fascinated by me?"

Sweat flowed into Zhong Yanzhai's clear-edged side face and disappeared into his neck, hidden in his tight racing suit, rolling Adam's apple looming. Zhong Yanzhai turned his face, and his dark chestnut eyes always looked particularly energetic, staring at him with a burning look.

He looked at Lynch and said again: "Are you fascinated by me?"

Lynch rolled his tongue in his lips, gently stumbled between his teeth, and fell forward and kissed Zhong Yanzhai's lips hard, "Handsome guy, I'll not close the door tonight."

Didn't wait until evening.

Two hours later, two sweaty men took off their heavy racing suits and kissed each other eagerly in the single bathroom in the locker room.

Speed ​​is the best spring medicine for men.

The muscles were fighting hard, and the fingers pulled each other's short hair. The smell of sweat mixed with hormones, which was fascinating.

Zhong Yanzhai used brute force again, and he could not be gentle to Lynch.

Lynch is a wild horse running freely in the woods. To tame such a horse, he must whip hard with the thickest and longest whip, so that he can always remember who is riding in pain.

He, who gave him irresistible joy?

Lynch let out a long breath, and his muscles were rising and falling like waves of breathing. He pulled Zhong Yanzhai's short hair and raised his head and kissed him hard. He sucked Zhong Yanzhai's tongue with the force he wished he could bite it off and kissed fiercely.

It is crazy love - the end of the matter, and the repetition is endless.

The single bathroom is not big, and two big men can only squeeze together to take a bath. Lynch leans on Zhong Yanzhai, with slender arms on his shoulders. Zhong Yanzhai takes soap in his hand to make foam for him. Lynch

He gasped and smiled, "Is it a little too late to pick up soap now?"

Zhong Yanzhai quietly finished painting him, and also sprayed some foam on his hands, and raised his eyes wet, "Come on?"

Lynch was smiling, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and he said lazily: "Come on, come, are you afraid of you?"

Afterwards, Lynch's legs trembled a little when he climbed into the car, and was ridiculed by Zhong Yanzhai with his eyes.

Lynch said: "It's useless to buy so many sets?"

"It's useless," Zhong Yanzhai took a cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke, "Your ass is too anxious."

"Then... who is anxious..." Lynch muttered in a low voice, smoking a cigarette in the cigarette box and putting it on his mouth, and leaning over to Zhong Yanzhai in the driver's seat, with the cigarette mouth facing the cigarette mouth,

After a brief fire, the person shrank back and slowly buckled his seat belt. Half of the person slid back and said lazily: "A cigarette afterwards will be better than a living god."

It is this kind of indifferent appearance that makes Zhong Yanzhai angry the most. Zhong Yanzhai took a cigarette and stepped on the accelerator with one foot, which accelerated too fast, causing Lynch, the co-pilot, to choke and cough for a while before he recovered.

, "I think you don't drive this style, it's quite steady."

"Smoke your cigarette and talk less nonsense."

"Okay, I won't bother you, who told you to be my landlord... Hey, landlord, I've been sleeping with you these two days - how many times have I slept with you, how much room fee will be discounted?"

While bent, Zhong Yanzhai stared at Lynch sharply with Yu Guang, "I'm looking for you, can I do it?"

"That won't work," Lynch raised his head and hugged his hands, spraying smoke out while talking, raising a graceful line from his chin to his neck, "Then I can't sell it anymore. What a defilement to our pure sex life!

ah."

Zhong Yanzhai really wanted to use something to block Lynch's mouth, it would be best if it could block it tightly so that he couldn't even vomit.

The next few days were fixed in the morning and went to the gym to exercise in the afternoon. For racers, they must maintain their weight and core muscle groups.

At first, Lynch and Zhong Yanzhai each had their own personal trainers. Later, Zhong Yanzhai found that Lynch's coach's eyes were always lingering with Lynch's chest, thighs, and a certain part, and decisively squeezed away Lynch's

Coach, he and Lynch practice each other, no need to coach.

Lynch sat in the seat, holding the pull rod with both hands, slowly pulling down the pull rod while taking a deep breath. When doing this, the back muscles contracted and tightened, and the scapula muscles exposed from the black vest were beautiful and tight, and the restraining power was the power of restraint.

It is the most appropriate description of Zhong Yanzhai when he saw Lynch.

"Hu——" After pulling it twenty times in a row, Lynch let go. His left arm had suffered a little injury, which was not fatal, and was still very powerful. He was a little slow in his minor reactions, and he was a little numb after such intense exercise.

.

Lynch frowned and shook his hand.

Zhong Yanzhai put down the barbell and came over without saying a word to grab Lynch's left hand. He bent his index fingers and placed them on Lynch's arm, and pressed them at a target. A numb feeling was transmitted through the skin to the muscles.

Lynch couldn't help it, and hummed a few times.

After Zhong Yanzhai pressed him for more than five minutes, Lin Qi felt the numbness gradually eased, and he showed a bright and sweaty smile at Zhong Yanzhai, "Thank you, you have good skills."

"If you feel uncomfortable, practice less." Zhong Yanzhai changed to rubbing to relax Lynch's muscles.

Lynch sat very straight, and his smile was still as sloppy as ever. "The more uncomfortable you feel, the more you need to practice."

Zhong Yanzhai paused for a moment, and his dark chestnut-colored eyes looked at Lynch gently through his thick sweat-dropped eyelashes. He might not have noticed how much emotion he had hidden in this look.

Lynch pretended to be heartless and couldn't understand it, and laughed and said, "Practice makes perfect. Look at what's going on with us now is getting better and better."
Chapter completed!