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Chapter 1 For the hobby of racing

Boys always have an impulse for racing. Whenever the roar of the racing engine sounds, the adrenaline in the body will soar.

Many times, you can see from the news that the boys who drive expensive luxury cars to blow up the streets at night are boys who have just passed the driver's license test as adults.

Of course, Yang Hao is also a boy who likes this kind of feeling very much, but he was not so lucky, he ran into a tree at a speed of [-] kilometers, which was self-inflicted.

So when I came to the underworld, the writer had a headache. Every time I met such a person, he would die before the limit of death was reached.

"What do you people think, is life not important?"

"How can a person live up to this life?" Yang Hao said.

The writing officer looked at the book of life and death with a headache, and found that this person still had 60 years left, and it belonged to the longevity fairy who had become a short-lived ghost.

"I don't think you have any bad deeds. You can live to be 60 years old here. Tell me what ideals you have in this life."

For a moment, Yang Hao had a lot in his mind, rich man, celebrity, writer, sports star.

"Rider."

"You have been in a car accident and still want to be a driver?"

Not knowing why, Yang Hao blurted out.It may also be the reason why he was often taken by his father to play karting when he was a child. Since then, he has liked the feeling of controlling high speed.

However, all because of his mother's strong opposition, he never had the chance to become a professional driver, so he almost rebelliously liked racing late at night.

"Think about it? This is about yourself. You are luckier than many people. They don't have a second life for such a long time. Many of them choose a rich life."

"Think it over. This time I think I'll be myself."

"Is there a system?"

"what is that?"

"Have you read that systematic novel?"

"Where are there so many things, hurry up and reincarnate. There are many people waiting behind you. You have to understand that your greatest wealth is your memory of the past ten years."

And so our story begins.

His name is still Yang Hao, but his parents have become a pair of very rich parents who respect their children's wishes.

His father, Yang Hai, runs a small foreign trade company, and his mother is a senior manager, currently working at the top of a multinational company.

When drawing lots, Yang Hao climbed straight to the racing car model, really bewildered his father, who originally wanted him to grab gold and cash.

When he was ten years old, he clamored to drive a karting, but his father sent him to the British karting school to study abroad.

Although he has lived another life, his learning is still difficult to change. Fortunately, his memory has been excellent since he was a child.

In Britain in 95, the sun never sets, and the exchange rate of the noble pound is astonishingly high at 12 to 1.And at that time, Britain was still hostile to the country.

Because he was too young, his mother had to quit his job and take him to Hong Kong to transit to the UK.

Yang Hao, who has never been abroad, is full of curiosity about everything, the blond-haired and blue-eyed British, the continuous rain, and the ever-changing smog over London.

The first official karting class made him a little anxious. He was still learning grammar and couldn't understand what the karting technician was saying.

"Are you new here?"

There is also a black child in class with him.

"Ah."

"Are you Japanese?"

"no, I am chinese."

"It's so rare, you are the first Chinese I met."

"what's your name?"

"My name is Yang Hao."

"Yang Hao? Chinese names always sound weird."

"I'm Lewis. British."

"Louis?"

"Lewis, not Lewis."

"Nice to meet you."

"Me too. You can ask me any questions in the future."

"Ok."

Yang Hao, who suffers from social phobia, communicates with foreigners for the first time, and his heart is always very nervous, feeling like his heart can jump out.

"Today is the first test drive, so let's run a lap first." The tall technician said while holding a stopwatch.

The go-kart was a bit cramped, and it was Yang Hao's turn. Although the go-kart had been driven many times in his previous life, he was still a little nervous this time.Because there will be a lot of people watching in the first test match.

"ready."

"go!"

The handling of the kart is still fresh in my memory, and the control of the corner steering made the British technician think about it.He was one of the few kids who didn't hit the rubber tires in the corner, and he was the fastest of them all.

The feeling of fast speed made him experience the fun of karting for the first time. Yang Hao, who had just reached the finish line, was stopped by the technician.

"What's your name?"

"Teacher, my name is Yang Hao."

"Yang Hao? From Hong Kong?"

"No, Shanghainese."

This surprised the technicians, because karting is a desert in China.

"Can you open it again."

"can."

It seems that the overall speed is faster than before, and the grasp of the deceleration point of the curve is more proficient than before.

"We picked up another piece of treasure, sir." The technician said to an elderly middle-aged white man beside him.

The weather in the UK is always anxious, and it started to rain heavily after school.On the way home, my mother asked about the test on the first day. It seems that my mother has learned about this exercise in the past two days.

"Mechanic Lawn said that I am the fastest driver, let me compare with another person tomorrow."

"Is that person very powerful?"

"Mechanic Lawn said he just won the national karting championship."

The mother was a little surprised, and took her son to a western restaurant that she didn't usually dare to go to, and had a steak set meal.

At around nine o'clock in the evening, my mother made an overseas call as usual and chatted with my father.

"Hao'er, your dad wants to tell you, come on."

Although Yang Hao still felt a little unaccustomed to this pair of parents, he still spoke to the phone.

"dad."

"I heard from your mother that you are very competitive. Don't forget, if you can't do well, you have to study business administration. Your father is still doing it now. I hope you can live up to your dream."

"I know Dad. By the way, Dad, you can pay more attention to the Internet. I think the Internet will have a great influence on foreign trade in the future."

"You know what, this business is more difficult to do this year. But don't tell your mother, just ask me if you don't have enough money. You are a little adult, you must learn to take care of yourself. Don't always be a drag Your mother. Well, the phone bill is quite expensive, so I'll hang up first."

The beeping sound of the phone came into his ears, Yang Hao put down the phone and thought.

"Mom, what does Dad's company sell?"

"What's the matter, what did your dad say to you on the phone?"

"It's nothing, I just want to ask, I'm wondering if I can help my father sell some in the UK."

"Your father, you sell everything, but now this thing also sells Russia."

Yang Hao looked at his mother who was busy preparing for tomorrow morning, and somehow remembered his parents in his previous life, whether he was living in pain because of his death.

That night, he suffered from insomnia.

(End of this chapter)