My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 142 Is there anything to eat?
"This is the master that Brother Fei is looking for? What do you want to do with this dress?"

"I only know that masked singers are popular on the show recently, but I don't know that masked drivers are also popular."

"Heh! It's mysterious to have the strength? If you don't have the strength, you're afraid of losing face, so you don't dare to meet people?"

"Hmm! That makes sense. Anyway, I'm not afraid of losing face. I think if I cover my face, I can do it myself."

The people around suddenly started talking.

At this time, Meng Lang's dress 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, and basically only a pair of eyes were exposed on the entire face.

The people present are basically the second generation, or even the third generation, who play cars in Suzhou City. Their family backgrounds are not ordinary, and no one thinks highly of themselves.

Seeing that meng lang did not show his true colors, he naturally felt a little offended.

Hu Yifei looked this "masked driver" up and down.

In the morning, Yan Weiwei's video was shot from behind Meng Lang's side, so she couldn't see her face.

Just looking at the clothes, the person in front of him is indeed the man in the video.

While they were looking at meng lang, meng lang was also looking at them.

There are about thirty or so people here, all of them are handsome men and women, and you can tell that they have a good family background just by looking at their clothes.

Among other things, it is basically impossible for ordinary people who can afford sports cars.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the so-called "junior brother" Yan Weiwei said in front of him.

A simple shirt and T-shirt, jeans and sneakers are ordinary, but judging from the vague appearance of the people around him, he should be the highest status.

Making a second generation like Yan Weiwei say "walking sideways in Suzhou City" made Meng Lang a little curious about the other party's identity.

"Hehe! Sister Weiwei, the expert you brought here is quite interesting, where did you find it?"

The big wave next to Hu Yifei smiled and asked, holding Yan Weiwei's arm.

In a word, while resolving the embarrassing situation, at the same time, he also tested Meng Lang's identity from Yan Weiwei.

If Hu Yifei is difficult to speak, she, a woman, can do it for her.

Since Yan Weiwei promised Meng Lang to hide his identity for him, she naturally laughed.

"Oh! This is my tenant, who can't pay the rent. I'm thinking about finding some work for him to pay the rent."

The rest of the people suddenly had strange eyes, and even the corners of Meng Lang's mouth twitched slightly.

It's better to let you make up your identity casually, and say that it's recruited by the talent market!
"Uh...haha! Since the master doesn't want to reveal his identity, he has his own reasons." Hu Yifei came out to smooth things over.

"Don't worry, master, as long as you can win tonight's game, the 100 million game jackpot will be regarded as tonight's thank you fee."

Look at the level of people speaking, the part-time job fee is called a thank you fee, which is enough to save face.

But 100 million for a game?A suite!
People in this city just know how to play.

In the past, that would be his total income for the past ten years.

Even Meng Lang, who had no sense of money units below "Shuang", couldn't help but lament the huge class gap.

Although I don't think much of the 100 million, the "face" of the landlord still has to be given.

Meng Lang nodded, as an agreement.

Since Yan Weiwei has already guaranteed that the competition method will be "safe", and there is no need to reveal her identity, it can be used as a skill proficiency.

In fact, he didn't have a very intuitive concept of his own level until now.

Rally champion?He doesn't even know what a rally is, so how could he know what level he is.

It's not bad for a driver to refer to it.

It's just that the fact that this game didn't appear in the latest issue of "Wildfire" made him a little concerned.

There are two possibilities. One is that I only think about revenge. This kind of daily trivial matter that has nothing to do with life has not been recorded at all.

Because it will not affect the trajectory of your life at all.

The second possibility is that I am in the world of "Wildfire", and I didn't come to participate in the competition at all...

He leans more towards the second.

Comparing my heart to my heart, I changed who I was, and suddenly found myself reduced from a leading role to a supporting role. I am afraid that I was not in the mood to attend some racing party rally that night.

If he didn't shut himself up in a small dark room and cry aloud, he was determined.

This incident also reminded him that to ensure the timeliness of the "golden 24 hours", one quality is very important.

Be normal, be normal...

"Brother Fei! He won 100 million, what if he loses?"

Just as meng lang was summing up his life, a man with earrings in the crowd suddenly stood up.

"What if the masked driver who plays cosplay is a silver pewter gun, and the loss is too ugly, we can't be laughed to death by Hong Shijie and his gang?"

He expressed the doubts of the people present.

"Are you questioning my vision?" Hu Yifei frowned.

The man with the earrings suddenly smiled.

"Of course it's not Brother Fei, but if you want to represent us, you have to show some strength, right?

My driving skills are also good, I also want to race!If you don't let us compare, whoever wins will win! "

"That's right, Brother Fei! After all, he's a guy he's never met before, and he's wrapped himself up tightly. Is it appropriate to let him play so hastily?"

"That's right! Let him show off!" Many people in the crowd echoed.

"Just what you did, don't come out and show yourself! Get out of here!" Hu Yifei glared at the man with the earring.

The man with the earring shrank his head immediately and fell silent.

The corners of Meng Lang's mouth curled up slightly.

Hundreds of years of life experience told him that these guys play double reeds.

The boss tried his best to protect it, while the younger brother jumped out and became the villain.

At this time, a normal expert would definitely not be able to bear the temptation to teach this ignorant earring man a lesson after being so excited, so Hu Yifei could take a look at Meng Lang's fineness along the way.

No wonder there are so many scenes where the rich second generation come to your door asking for a slap in the face...

Who said that the current second generation are all idiots?To treat them as idiots is to be really idiots.

"Well! This old man is right. I also want to ask, if you win, you have 100 million. What about if you lose?" Meng Lang asked suddenly.

Meng Lang's reaction was completely different from what everyone thought.

Everyone was stunned, Meng Lang turned to look at Yan Weiwei again, "Landlord, I lost, they won't ask me to pay 100 million, right?"

Everyone: "..."

Hello!Anyway, you are a master, give yourself more confidence!

Please follow the normal script and slap us in the face severely!

These days, I am not afraid of your ability, but I am afraid that you pretend to be capable!
Hu Yifei was also slightly taken aback, and then smiled.

"Hehe! How could it be, don't say you were brought by senior sister, even if you weren't, we wouldn't be able to do such a shameless thing.

If I lose, it's because of my own misjudgment, and I will never let you, brother, be responsible. "

Um!Although he didn't know how much sincerity and routine there were in his words, but Meng Lang couldn't hate this young man just because of his courtesy and corporal demeanor.

"Hmph! Don't worry, I brought you here. If anyone dares to make things difficult for you, I will give him a plastic surgery for free. I guarantee that even his parents won't know him after he comes out!"

Yan Weiwei squeezed her fists at this time, showing a sneer and glanced at the man with earrings.

"I'm telling you, if I hadn't tied him up, he wouldn't be willing to come here, pick and choose one by one, and if I talk too much, I'll take him and turn around and leave!"

Suddenly no one dared to speak.

Most of the people present knew Yan Weiwei.

The master said that he didn't even know his parents, so it really wouldn't be a random adjustment for you...

Seeing this, meng lang felt a sense of security for no reason.

It seems that this guy Yan Weiwei is in the circle of friends, that is also a bad name!

"No need to pay? That's good, that's good!" Meng Lang looked relieved, and everyone was even more uncertain.

Hu Yifei was also a little apprehensive at this time, wondering if he had really misjudged, and asked tentatively. "Cough! Master, you don't seem to be driving here?"

"Oh! I will use this one." Meng Lang pointed to Yan Weiwei's Porsche 911.

Everyone was dumbfounded again.

Hello!You are a driver after all, and you race in someone else's car, can you be more professional?
Even ordinary people know that if a swordsman doesn't have his own famous sword, he will definitely not be able to use [-]% of his strength!
"This... this seems to be the car of the senior sister? Is it inappropriate?"

"It's quite suitable. I've been on it a few times, and I'm familiar with the condition of the car."

How many times have you sat?Didn't you drive it yourself?
There was a weird atmosphere at the scene.

"Hey! Sister Weiwei, are you a good friend?" Da Bolang asked in a low voice.

Yan Weiwei gave her a blank look.

"How do I know if it's okay? You ask me because your man likes it?"

"Oh, we are just ordinary boyfriend and girlfriend, why are you a man, you are so ashamed!"

"Huh~"

Here Hu Yifei bit the bullet and asked again.

"Master, this time your opponent is a professional driver who has participated in an international rally, so don't be careless. Are you sure you don't have any other needs?"

Other needs?
Meng Lang thought about it, and Yan Weiwei hurriedly dragged Xiao Yu over just after sending Xiao Yu home, before he even had time to eat a hot meal.

"I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

"Uh……"

Fortunately, someone still brought food.

Not long after, looking at the KFC hamburger in his hand, Meng Lang muttered, "Junk food, let's eat it alive."

I just wanted 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.

rash:"……"

Silently opened the door of Yan Weiwei's sports car, sat in and closed the door gently, and then...

"Zi~" The window glass rolled up.

Everyone: "..."

(End of this chapter)