Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

The contest between the bicycle and the exotic carriage was won in the first 100 meters.

Around the crescent of Aden square, McGonagall looked back at the abandoned carriage, with a smile on his red face. When he was in college, he had participated in a bicycle race and won a good place.

"Wow! Really fast! They can't catch up at all. My father is so wonderful Amy looked back and cried happily.

"Sit tight. Let's go to school." McGonagall said with a smile, listening to her daughter's praise, she was more happy than winning the tour de France championship. Her speed slowed down a little, but she was still driving towards the direction of chaos school.

McGonagall signed up to take part in the tour de France in that year. The fastest speed of a flat sprint can reach 70kmh, which is already in the middle reaches. However, a faster professional racer can reach 80kmh, which is not necessarily comparable to even a horse race, let alone two horses in parallel.

However, McGonagall's physical fitness is a little poor now. After a long sprint, he felt a little breathless. Fortunately, the car modified by the system has a very good performance. It's not hard to maintain the speed of 40kmh on the flat ground, and the speed of that carriage is about 25kmh, so it's impossible to catch up with him.

Accompanied by the occasional ringing of bells, a bright black bicycle carrying a large and a small two people passed through Aden square, attracting pedestrians to glance.

One of the roadsides was carrying a black cloth bag and was thinking about something. Haider raised his head at the sound of the bell. MEG just passed him on his bicycle. His eyes lit up and he said in surprise: "Gee! What's this? No magic, no animal power, such a thin man can have such a speed, what kind of machinery is this? Has he solved the problem of the huge loss of human energy converted into mechanical energy? "

"Hello! That gentleman, you wait... "The more he looked at it, the more surprised he was. He could not care that he was more than half a hundred years old. He was holding a cloth bag in one hand and waved as he ran.

But McGonagall didn't notice that someone was following him.

"My father, it seems that someone was calling us just now." Amy looked back a little puzzled, but there was no one behind.

"Probably the flyer." McGonagall didn't care and continued to drive forward on his bicycle. Anyway, in this chaotic city, he didn't have any acquaintances except the guests who came to the restaurant for dinner. Even the guests could say hello to him at most, and there was no contact and important things.

"Dean Haider, why are you in such a hurry? Do you need to take a bus together?" A carriage stopped at the side of the trotting Heider. Dix lifted the curtain and looked at Heider with some surprise. He said in a respectful tone.

"Hello, grandfather Haider." Wudir, who was still biting the shallot cake, also cried, putting down the shallot cake in his hand, looking a little afraid of Heider.

"It's little DIX. Let me get in the car and help me catch up with the man who just passed by on two wheels." Heider looked at Dix, his eyes brightened, gasped for breath, and climbed up the shaft.

"A young man with a little girl in a little red and black cloak at the back?" Dix's face was a little strange when he heard the words.

"Why? Do you know him? " Heidel was a bit surprised.

"I don't know him, but if you want to find him, don't worry. His destination is chaos school. It should be the parents who send their children to school. That's your territory." Dix shook his head with a smile, and then said, "Lao Huang, go to chaos school, faster."

With the sound of a crack, the carriage speed is accelerated a few minutes.

"What are you doing?" Dix looked at Haider sitting opposite, his head half bald with sweat, gasping heavily, and his cheeks a little red. But this kind of appearance rarely appeared in the old Dean of Mechanical College of chaos Academy.

"If I can't run, I'm not tired to death." Hearing this, Heider felt relieved, leaned against the wall of the carriage and said after a while, "I just saw that the thing he was riding was very strange. He was a thin and weak man with a little friend. He had such a fast speed. There was no magic fluctuation in the whole process. It was just a pure mechanical transformation. It didn't seem to be hard at all. If that's true, this kind of tool may replace the carriage as a short-distance transportation tool for people. "

"Well, I also think that his thing is more strange, so I follow him. It's light and simple, more flexible, easier to control than horses, and won't produce all kinds of feces. For urban management, if it can be promoted, it's definitely a good thing." Dix nodded with a smile, looking forward.

"Dix, you really think from the perspective of city managers everywhere. If there are more officials like you, the principal's blueprint can be promoted faster. It seems that in a few years, you should be promoted again. " Heider looked at Dix with admiration.

"The president is over praised. It's our duty to plan for his position. Your attitude towards knowledge is what we should learn." Dix said modestly.

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The bicycle stopped steadily at the gate of chaos School Park without making any noise. The orc security guard and the doorman at the door looked at it at the same time. Their eyes were attracted by Meg's shiny bicycle. The white steel ring and steel wire of the wheel were shining in the sunrise. It was the first time that they saw such a car with two wheels one in front and one behind.

Then their eyes fell on MEG and Amy. They suddenly remembered that they seemed to have been here a few days ago. Later, they didn't know where they ran into the School Park and went out from the school gate. They didn't expect to come again today.

"Here we are. Get out of the car." MEG is about to get out of the car and take Amy out of the car.

"It's so much fun! How happy Amy had already stood up, grabbed the handle and jumped to the ground. She looked up at MEG happily and said that her face was full of excitement.

"After that, my father sent you to school every day." McGonagall parked the car, put on the triple alarm anti-theft lock attached to the system, and picked up the ugly duckling lying on his back in the car basket. The little guy still kept the posture of curling up his front paws and looking up at the sky. His eyes were not focused, and his face was confused. It seemed that he had not slowed down.

"It's not carsick, is it?" McGonagall looked at the motionless ugly duckling, and his expression suddenly became strange. Whose cat still fainted?