PitBabe series2

It may not sound very smart to say I didn't expect to meet him here, but I can't deny it's true. I'm stupid to forget him just because of getting Babe back in my arms. The closer Babe is, the more his identity is like a threat, the more blurred it becomes. Until I forgot how much he used to distract me. But when he stood in front of him, he smiled happily at my (ex) boyfriend. I'm starting to remember that he's not an enemy who will be easy to defeat.

 

"Are you coming with him?" Babe didn't seem too surprised. He didn't look happy to see Willy's face, but didn't ignore it. I don't know if Babe feels anything about my old (or current) appearance, or if he's just trying to act normal so I don't worry about him and Willy. "I thought it was time to sleep again," but it didn't make you feel much better.

 

"I want to stay up late today," Willy smiled at Babe. The two of them look closer than the last time we met. It's been a long time. If Babe and Willie get closer, it's not strange. But that doesn't mean I'm happy with this kind of development. "But I think it's really strange, isn't it? I didn't see it appear.

It's been a long time outside the field."

 

"What do you often give me?" Babe shrugged. "I've been here since you've been cycling."

 

"I know it's old, but I didn't think it would be this old."

"This kid is Pret.."

 

I gently pulled Babe's arm when I saw that Babe was about to raise his hand to wave at Willy's skull. Now I would look good in the eyes of the people around me. Charlie, who returned to the field with his former lover in several months. Just this matter has enough issues to gossip about for half a night. Plus, there is a prohibition on the King engaging in further inappropriate behaviour. You can see that I'm worried about Willy. Or you can see that I'm concerned about Babe. But seriously, everyone, I'm just worried about myself.

 

I don't care if Willy gets punched in the mouth or slapped in the skull. In fact, I'm even satisfied. But it's forbidden because I hate the intimacy they have for each other. Just looking at it, I know that Babe doesn't really hate Willy's face—the clash of the mouth and the posture that seems to be going to hit that. There is no atom of seriousness at all.

 

On the other hand, it's like there's still a faint flow of affection floating between them. It's similar to what I feel about the kids in X Hunter. Or, if you look more closely, it's identical to what he thinks about me.

 

Okay, I know it's not that deep. My relationship with Babe is not something that can be compared or replaced. It just makes me think of myself in the past. Willy is now in a similar state to the one I was in almost three years ago. This is the reason why his presence bothers me the most.

 

"Willy comes in almost every round, wins often," Ricky added with an impressive expression. If you don't tell me, Willy will help Ricky sweep the money every night. That's why he seems to be the new favourite, since Team X didn't play a role in the off-field competition, and the captain began saying he didn't support this type of competition.

 

"Because my team didn't come," Babe said confidently. 

 

"It's possible, it's possible," Ricky nodded slowly, "but don't forget the new kid.

 

There are many strong fires. If the team is famous, if they don't play at all, they can be stepped on by children."

 

"If it's that easy to step on, try it."

 

King's confidence awakens the spirit of the competition, as it does every time. The group of people standing scattered around began to step forward when they saw a flash that there would definitely be exciting bets. Ricky smiled just thinking about the money that would fly into his pocket tonight. As for Willy, he smiled too. But I would choose not to look at it or care.

 

"Are you going to compete with me?" Willy stood pickpocketing, leaning down to Babe and raising a defiant smile at the corner of his mouth. There was no nervousness or fear. It's different from when I was many years ago, when I just thought the competitor was Babe, but he was ready to give up too easily. But Willy looked fun as if he felt he could really beat King.

 

"I'm so happy. I like to compete with you."

 

Willy has the same confidence as Babe.

 

"Do you like to compete but don't like to win?" Babe laughed. He deliberately insulted. But it didn't shake Willy much. "No matter how many times you see it, you lose."

 

"Ma'am... Well, I've been a champion since I learned to ride a bike. How can I win?"

 

"And the competition doesn't hope to win?"

 

"I hope so." Willy smiled until his eyes were closed. If I were to compare it, it would look as bright as a big sun. But for me, it was no different from the fire in my chest now. "This time, I'll win you."

 

"Well, I dream a lot. I'm still young. I have time to dream."

 

"It's like a dream," the foreigner replied, "But if I win, what will you give me?" My ultimate patience has been to stand still until now. In my head, there are countless words and unconscious actions that aim to be that foreign boy. I've been trying to suppress it all the time because it's a waste of time. And I don't want to be seen as an idiot who's jealous unconsciously. But this is too much. Willy knew he was crossing the line, but he still did.

 

"Then you will take..."

"This is resh, I would like to"

 

I interjected without letting Babe finish. Babe turned round, Willy raised his eyebrows and looked at me a bit surprised.  While Ricky was smiling, turning to tell the gang of subordinates to clear the track, tonight, open the field with Shico. 

 

"Are you serious?" Babe asked.

 

"Why... Can't I go down?" Instead of answering the question, I asked a question in return.

 

"You can go down, but when I see you standing quietly, I think you don't care."

 

"Why do you think I don't care?"

 

Babe was silent. He looked at my face for a moment before glancing at Willy, who was standing with a small smile and a big smile next to him. His posture showed he wasn't nervous or worried—still relaxed, as usual. But from the angle where I stand here, I think some thirst in him has been awakened. This is different from when he felt he could compete with Babe. At that time, he didn't want to win this much. I'm not the only one who sees him as a competitor.

 

"Have the two brothers reconciled?" Willy asked a question that even the most innocent child in the school should know that he shouldn't be asked. But this rude kid just spat out a face.

 

"What do you choose?" Babe rolled his eyes. That was the first thought that popped into my head as well. I admit that I felt satisfied to hear Babe say that. But deep down, I couldn't help but think that Babe chose Ching to speak first because he didn't want me to use those words on Willy. He was protecting me or that guy for sure. This shouldn't be a question, but it can't help it.

 

"Will you compete or not? That's all."

 

"Relax, I've been a deal since I don't know who went down." Willy smiled widely. His smile made my temporal veins twitch. I swear that since I was born, this kind of symptom has rarely happened to me. And one of the few reasons is because of Willy.

 

"But I asked because I was afraid that I would be kicked out if Charlie were very jealous." He knew that I was buzzing. All of this is intentional, not because of the stubborn name.

 

"If you are afraid of being kicked out, why come to compete here? It would be better to stay in the field" 

 

At the same time, I can feel that Babe is not being right. I am sorry if I am less conscious than usual today. Think about trying to switch roles. Babe will know how embarrassing it is to forbid him from hitting others.

 

"I'm not afraid of others. I'm afraid because I'm you." Willy laughed. His mouth said he was afraid, but his posture was opposite.

 

"Besides P'Babe, this brother finds it difficult to fall, especially if there is jealousy. Are you going to the elephant event?"

 

"Don't mess with my personal affairs." Even if you don't look at it, I realise that Babe is now wide-eyed. And it's not strange to be like that. Because I rarely let these words slip out of my mouth when I'm in front of him. "Just compete to win is enough."

 

"Saying this means that we haven't reconciled." No matter what I say, Willy doesn't seem to be shaken at all. On the other hand, he still looks fun, knowing that he can spin my head, which is even more annoying. I hate when I read the game, but still choose to respond to my first feeling. It makes me feel stupid, and that's stupid.

 

"Can't you come to save it like this?"

 

It's been a long time since I felt like punching someone in the mouth. Willy is really good.

 

"We have the same status... Isn't it?"

 

My head is now full of hatred. I hate Willy, who is clumsy with Babe and deliberately provokes me. I hate Ricky, who stuffs crazy thoughts about what kind of competitors into my head. And what I hate the most is myself for not going back to dating Babe until the end of the story. So I don't have to stand there, jealous, like being hit by fire, but I can't do anything like this.

 

"Beat me first, you'll realise it's not the same."

 

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"The face looks like an ass."

 

The only response I got from Charlie was a roll of the eyes. He walked to the driver's side, opened the car door, and leaned in front of the console. Before returning with a favourite pair of gloves I bought for him last year. (After the first pair was messy because of an accident, I bought him a new pair. Then buy another pair, because I noticed the second one is getting old. He wears it every race. Whether in the field or outside the field, whether it's in a normal state or swollen, like now.

 

"Have you checked the tyre yet?" I asked while leaning my hips against the hood of Charlie's car. This handsome Cayman is the first car Charlie bought with his own hard-earned money. After racing my car for two seasons, the famous racer said he really wanted to enter the field with his own vehicle. Therefore, he got a Porsche 718 Cayman GT4 RS as a new partner who won every race. (Of course, except for the race with me)

 

"Yes," Charlie answered in a flat voice. While sitting in the driver's seat, facing outward. In the race outside the field, almost no one wears safety, Charlie. It's the same. He doesn't wear a racing suit. He doesn't wear a helmet. But the gloves are never missing. He should see it as a lucky charm rather than a racing gear.

 

"Did you change the tyres?" I gently kicked the front tyre. The hardness is at the right level, and the tread still looks sharp and uniform, indicating he changed the tyre not long ago.

 

"It has just changed."

 

"Even though you didn't compete at all?"

"It's already addicted to the habit."

 

Even though he hasn't been racing for months, Charlie still takes care of the car regularly, as always. This fact makes me feel so guilty. It's because we broke up, and that's why Charlie had to leave the team.

 

After a few days apart, Charlie texted me to ask if I wanted him to take it. How about racing? At that time, I was still overwhelmed with regret, obsessed with the feeling that this was not fair at all. That's why I replied that I don't want to see your face, which would be different from the firing sentence.

 

Charlie loves racing—he is no different from me. I know that. Although the first reason he stepped on the racetrack had a hidden purpose, he has proven over the years that his passion for racing is real.

 

He studied everything about cars and developed his skills until he quickly became at the forefront of the industry. Fans and the media also nicknamed him 'Prince' because he looks fully equipped, both physically and mentally. Even if it looks amazing, he can only do it because, in truth, it can be seen.

 

And even though I knew that, I used my weakness and narrow mind to discourage Charlie from the racetrack. Just because he didn't want to be by my side anymore, it's reasonable if he doesn't experience love in any way again. At that time, when he chose to devote everything to the lab work, he would not need to mess with the car or the racetrack anymore. All of that was because of the anger that was not chosen. Anger at him made me feel small and unimportant. That giant anger made me completely forget how wonderful it was when we were on the racetrack together.

 

"Have you checked the brakes yet?"

"Then"

 

Until now, Charlie hasn't looked at my face. He didn't talk to me or show any aggression toward me. He was just quiet. His face was sullen, and he did everything about half as fast as usual. Obviously, he was frustrated. The reason is not to be tired.

"Are you sure you want to enter this race?" I stopped to stand in front of him, supporting the edge of the open car door. Charlie is still busy with the gloves, even though they're not difficult to put on. If it weren't for my messing around to avoid eye contact with him, I would have been so frustrated by his failure to do simple things.

 

"Why don't you want to go down?"

"So why don't you answer the question?"

 

"I have already answered."

 

"Charlie", In the end, it was me who couldn't stand it. I held both of Charlie's hands apart. The right glove lock was pasted upside down. Because the owner is unconscious, not with the flesh and the body. "Calm down"

 

I sat on my knees in front of him. Charlie took a big breath, then looked the other way. He seemed eager to look at everything in this world, except for my face, which he found painful.

 

"Are you mad at me?"

 

"I'm not mad at Babe," Charlie replied suddenly. I realised that Charlie was telling the truth, and that reaction made me feel much more comfortable.

 

"So what's the matter?" I asked, "Can you be so frustrated that you can compete?"

"I can drive"

 

"I haven't answered yet. What's wrong?"

"I'm frustrated."

 

"Frustrated about?"

 

Charlie was silent. I stared at him as if this question needed an answer. He seemed to be unable to stand the pressure. Finally, he agreed to make eye contact directly before sighing heavily.

 

"I... Jealous"

He is the cutest in the world. It's really good that no one but me has seen Charlie at a time like this.

 

"What are you smiling about?" the jealous boy asked, making a displeased face. Instead of making me smile, the corner of my mouth was raised even higher. I smiled so wide that I burst out laughing.

 

"Hey! It's not funny."

 

"Not funny", I tried to hold back my laughter.

"But it's funny."

 

"I love you, you're cute"

 

His temper has decreased, but he doesn't look much better. He has handsome eyebrows and a mouth upside down. He acts like a child who has been offended, which is not his normal habit. This kind of thing should be my special skill, but it's good to see Charlie like this from time to time.

 

"Do you still think I'm interested in Willy?" I held both of his hands before putting them together. Even with gloves in the middle like this, it's better than not touching it at all.

 

"Babe has nothing to do with it, but I'm frustrated anyway."

 

"If you think I really didn't get anything about it, you don't get frustrated. It's like Other people in the team. Aren't you jealous of me, Dean or Po Alan?" Charlie was silent. He seemed to want to refuse. But the eyes clearly showed that what I said was true. "But you used to be of My ring and Way... Is that right?"

 

As a jealous person at a specialised level, trust and jealousy cannot coexist. If there is trust, there will be no jealousy. And if there is jealousy, it will be difficult to build confidence, because jealousy is often driven by the perception of possibilities. It is not always a sure reality. Even if our lover is honest, if we ourselves are still trying to look for that little possibility, jealousy will still be between the two of us with every breath.

 

Possibility is the most terrifying thing. It makes people afraid and hopeful at the same time. Feelings that cannot be fully trusted. One comes from the belief that nothing in this world is certain. Nothing can be called one hundred per cent.

 

Some people who we believe will be together forever. Will there be no zero per cent chance that he will change his mind one day? Those kinds of thoughts that undermine the stability of the mind, little by little. Realise again. The pillars that used to be strong are so strong that they can't stand.

 

Charlie has always shown me a lot of love and loyalty, especially toward me. But at the same time, there are many lies between us. That space invites paranoia to take up residence in my mind, and another part is even more important and larger: my own insecurity.

 

Someone once said that sometimes the most confident people are the most insecure. It may be Contradictory, but I fully understand that confidence is my best strength. At the same time, it is a worrying weakness. I know Charlie loves me more than anything, but I'm still jealous of him, like an idiot, because I know that many people in the world are better than I am. That's uncertainty.

 

I'm buzzing because I know I'm not good. There are countless spots on my body. While my lover is both perfect, wanted and worthy of all the best. Because of that, I'm scared and lose consciousness whenever I realise that there is another opportunity. I run towards him.

 

I'm afraid to see every fraction of the possibility. Even if it's less than zero—one per cent—I'm always shaking when I think the percentage he will choose for someone else might not be zero.

 

I don't know if Charlie's buzzing is the same as mine, but if people like him are afraid of me choosing someone else, why would he be?

 

"I'm sorry," Charlie sighed heavily. He lowered his head to the ground, not daring to meet my eyes. For someone who tries to reason everything to the end like him, this would be a feeling that is no different from swallowing bitter pills. And worst of all, this bitter pill is his ego.

 

"Do you think people like me will say this to you?" I laughed, "I might have something else.

 

I won't understand you that much, but I know this better than you."

"I think I trust Babe, but sometimes I'm afraid."

 

"If I were you, I would be afraid."I'm not saying that Babe is untrustworthy. It's just...."

 

"I know." No matter how many times I don't think that explaining and saying "I know, I understand" with Charlie will be a problem. It's a part of my life. It's one of the duties that I'm ready to do willingly. "Everyone wants me. You're afraid of being robbed, it's not strange."

 

Charlie looked up and stared at my eyes before laughing. "Babe, why do you think so easily?"

 

"Then why do you think so hard?" I said in a long voice, tilting my neck to look at his face, blinking my eyes awkwardly. I thought this gesture would be cute and not come across as teasing in Charlie's eyes, so I hoped it would make the handsome guy calm down. 

 

"As long as you don't want to chain me, lock me in the room, beat me and scold me when I look at other men or force me..."

 

"How can I do that to Babe?" Charlie interjected, as if he had just heard Examples of bad behaviour and couldn't stand listening any longer.

 

"To the fullest, I can only be frustrated like this. When I'm jealous, I can't just wear gloves myself." Charlie diligently called for an end score from me. I looked down at our hands, which were in harmony. The lock strip on the gloves was attached at an angle. The other side was still open. The frustration in the matter that he still wouldn't accept made the ruler let it mess—unbelievably—up on his own body.

 

"That's why I told you it's not a big deal. People like you —even if you're jealous to death —there's no way you're going to do anything stupid. Therefore, if you're jealous, just be jealous. Just admit it and tell me directly. As for getting rid of jealousy, I'll take care of it myself." I said for a long time. As for Charlie, he just stared at me. Blinking his eyes as if he didn't care about something. 

 

"Understand?"

"But we haven't gotten back together yet."

Oh... This is the story.

 

"It's okay... Can I be jealous?" I never knew that Charlie would notice Willy's words like this. One of the turning points for the two of us. That is, the person who looks as hard as a pebble is a small thinker. As for the person who seems as gentle as the morning sun, he never values other people's words. I like to say, 'Whoever says something, it's his business,' but those malicious words.

 

It's the first thing that pops up in my mind every night when I can't sleep. As for him, he likes to say, 'I don't like him to say that,' but the first thing he does at night is.

 

He hugs me when I can't sleep and says, 'Listen to me alone. Don't let the value of nonsense, even though he didn't even remember those nonsense words. After saying he didn't like it for a few minutes, he forgot it. But there are some people, some words, and some times when it can be done.

 

"Well, you can buzz," I answered casually. But let's ask the truth. If I say Don't be jealous, can you choose not to be jealous?"

 

He shook his head. "That's it."

"But I would try not to let Babe know."

 

"Don't; I like it when you're jealous." Charlie also smiled. I'm glad he couldn't resist my smile. It's an ordinary thing that I want to maintain forever. "And I don't care what your status is. You said to wait until everything ends. Let's talk again. But you have to ask my new boyfriend anyway. I don't understand what to wait for. But you said you want to wait, so I waited."

 

I don't really understand him, I admit it. Whether it's two years ago, yesterday, today, tomorrow, or next year, there will be many more things about him that I don't understand. And trying to die will never think like the mind is one with him.

 

I used to think it was a big problem that we didn't understand each other's thoughts. But now I'm starting to see a small path that allows us to walk together. Although I'm still the same person, and he's still him, we may have to make a little effort to pave the way. I hope it's not too much for him.

 

"And while waiting for the status, it's not that you can go with anyone if I see you. I'm going to rampage the house."

 

"Where did you tell me to stop the rampage?" Instead of my threat, I would scare him. "You can laugh a little, "Charlie said, squinting at me. And ask about the agreement that has been formed over the year. He is really a person who doesn't let go. "

 

"I told you that there is something to talk about."

 

"You can buzz, but can you not allow me to complain?" This time, I was able to get a laugh from serious people. Charlie's face looked relaxed.

 

I hold his left hand while arranging the gloves. Before moving on to take care of his right hand, and even if he doesn't look up, I know that Charlie is sucking a lollipop. He must look at me and think Babe is cute, or he must love me so much. In my head, I don't think I'm narcissistic. It's better to believe that he's too obsessed with me.

 

"Let's go," I said after arranging the gloves for the racing prince. Now, the other cars are starting to move to the starting point. The big bike guards have already begun to get stuck in. The group of spectators tightened the encirclement. The atmosphere of excitement is full. The first round of tonight's race is more exciting than last night's.

 

"Will Babe go with me?" Charlie asked. He probably meant that I was going to ride a motorcycle tonight.

 

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"It's up to you, Babe. You can do whatever you want."

 

I looked at his face for a moment while weighing, before the sound of the engine. Ricky's shouts will grow louder, forcing him to decide quickly.

 

"I think you don't need me for a long time." Finally, I chose to wait for him at the finish line. Come to think of it, Charlie's skills today are completely different. At that time, I couldn't trust him to do a solo show. I had to keep an eye on him all the way—not just to win but so that he didn't die before entering the finish line. But now I think it's unnecessary.

 

"I mean only in the field. In life, there must be," and it seems that Charlie himself agrees. I can feel that he is relieved I answered, like Charlie smiled and chuckled before reaching up to rub my head. Because of the gloves, the feel of Charlie's palm changed. But because he was my big sun, the warmth was sent safely. There is nothing to worry about.

 

"I'll be back," Charlie said with a calm expression. Confidence overflowed. I stood up. He got up and followed me. I intended to walk back and wait in my own car. But he was held back by the talented racer's father. Long arms reached for my waist and pulled me towards them. I didn't open my mouth to ask. Charlie put his lips together. There was no intrusion. There were only the petals of the lips that touched each other in no more than two breaths before he let out. Then raised his hand and gently rubbed the side of my cheek.

 

"It should be a few minutes. Just sit and wait."

"I really want some encouragement."

 

The sound came not far away. Willy glanced at Charlie and me just for a glance, rolling his eyes and pretending to look straight ahead. As usual, the corners of the mouth raised in a smile with a relaxed posture.

 

That guy doesn't seem to pay attention. He doesn't take anything seriously until now. I'm not sure much. Those annoying behaviours. He did it because he liked me (so he wanted to find Charlie's story), or he was just looking for something to do to relieve boredom.

 

"I'm starting to understand, Babe, what the mood is like to kick people's mouths." Charlie's last sentence was inviting. I didn't answer, but I gently nudged his shoulder before letting the racers take their beloved children to the starting line. The feeling of being a racer and cheerleader is completely different. Of course, I love the excitement of a racer more. But if Charlie is in the field, that's a special case. 

 

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Intentional agitation is the most ridiculous form of attack. And Willy chose that method from the first moment they met. Even when our car was parked next to each other at the starting point, I could still feel the eyes that seemed to be looking at me all the time. He probably wanted to communicate something to me. So I chose to look straight ahead. Only interested in the road, cars and myself. Try to cut him from awareness, at least briefly, in this reach. I want to temporarily remove his name and the word loser from my world.

 

A beautiful pit babe (a real pit babe, not a racer named PitBabe or my ex-boyfriend) walks through the gap between my car and Willy. She is tall and slender, tanned, with long, almost waist-length black hair. She is wearing a black single-strap shirt and a lace bra.

 

The colour is shockingly pink with short jeans that barely cover the buttocks. The chest is curved at the waist. If there is a girl who makes me look back, it may be her, but that would be the case without a fierce-faced young man sitting against the car skirt, not far from the starting line. I saw Babe sitting with his arms crossed, looking at me flatly. He glanced at the girl's pit a bit before moving his eyes back to stare at me again, until I had to lower the mirror and wave my hand to him instead of saying that I was not looking at her. I only look at you alone. That's why he relaxed his face.

 

The fabric of the same colour as the beautiful pitbabe's bra flutters in the air. The sound of the engine roars. Especially the sound from my right-hand car. Its sound is as strong as if it could speak human language. If it really does, I'm sure that all of that must be a curse. Where is the face of the car that seems to show that face again? Willy is driving a fiery red Porsche 911 GT2 RS MR. However, this car is considered a new model that sits at the front of the big model, like the 918 Spider, with a time of more than 20 seconds. But honestly, in my eyes, it's a whirlwind boy with an ugly face. Therefore, it was the first model I brushed off. Brother North frowned at my reasons for buying the car I currently have. He said the racers should focus on speed first. Just say 'Choose a car that looks like yourself,' which I believe, Babe, wholeheartedly. Finally, I got this handsome man.

 

The eye-catching, colourful cloth was thrown to the ground. The cheerleaders' cheers were loud. But it may not mask the sound of five cars' engines roaring out of the starting line. The pace of each car is very similar, to the point that it is almost impossible to tell who has an advantage or disadvantage. But that's not an important issue. I'm not a spokesperson who has to talk about the possibility of the competition. My duty is to do everything possible to make my car cross the finish line first.

 

Today's race route starts with a straight road about one kilometre long. The road is smooth. Both sides are old factories and warehouses. The knife is close to invite Wang Weng. But fortunately, there is intermittent light from the streetlight pole. This makes this part the easiest part. The road is straight, free of obstacles. It's like taking a car onto the runway. My right is Willy's ugly-looking car. He has been driving with me since leaving. The other three cars followed behind, not far away.

 

I have raced with Willy many times, and I can understand his driving style to some extent. As far as we have completed, Willy is characterised by speed. In direct distances, he is often in the leading group without difficulty. He is good at finding realistic overtaking rhythms. While we are paying attention to the road ahead, Willy will appear on the side or overtake to lead in front without realising it. That's why the racer of the same generation called him a ninja.

 

As for disadvantages, there are none. But actually, it's because he covered it better. If you don't observe it well, you can hardly see that Willy is not good at continuous cornering. If it's a single curve, it's considered that he can do quite well. Know his car's weight and braking distance well, and fall off the curve smoothly. But if it's a winding way back and forth, with more than one lap, his speed will start to decrease because he can't maintain a good balance in the corners. But most people don't notice this weakness because Willy relies on his unruly nature, risking a wrong rhythm. Then go to the mid-mile step.

 

Near the finish line, instead of simply calling it his strength, it is madness. Seriously, my strengths and his are similar. Tonight may make both me and Willy see more of his madness. Is my madness the same type of madness? Racing without knowing that Babe isn't looking at it feels strange but normal.

 

-When racing in the field, even if we are competing in different races, I will be able to realise that Babe is looking at me through the monitor. As for the off-track race, I have never done a solo show before. If Babe doesn't ride a motorcycle with the guard team, he has to be in the car next to him or the vehicle in front of him, which means he will always recognise my position in every unit that has changed. This can be called the first time I drove a race car without God staring at me. In the first thought, it should reduce the pressure. Because an idol hasn't taken his own coach position, using laser eyes to follow every movement, but in reality, it's the opposite.

 

I feel more nervous than ever. Of course, part of it is that I have set a goal not to lose to Willy. But the other part is that, most of the time, I realise I can't relax as much as I used to. Because I realise that no matter what I do, Babe can't see it, it's like I have a lot of deadly moves prepared. But when I knew that he couldn't see it, I was hesitant to use those things. Because of that, I just realised that I hadn't seen Babe as a trainer who had been watching my skills for a long time. I see him as an important person who wants me to be proud of myself. If it's in an anime or an old love movie, I would be the type of protagonist who can perform better when people who love the theatre walk into the theatre or something like that.

 

When you get out of the straightaway, you will find the middle of the race route, which is a road up the hill. This is Ricky's family's private area. His father owns a factory, auto parts, and a large piece of land on this hill. (Which I'm not sure how his house is here, but it's been here for at least three generations) On the side of the road, there is only a forest. The road narrows down to only two lanes. Each street light leaves a distance in front of the factory. It is necessary to turn on the high beam to see the road and the side of the road more clearly—the winding road curls up like a giant snake hibernating. As expected, Willy's car slowed. From being side by side all the way, he retreated behind me for a distance. Followed by other vehicles that chased, not far away.

 

The only skill I have developed is my cornering. My main problem in the early stages of racing was that my cornering wasn't as sharp as it should be. I often accidentally stepped on the brake before reaching the braking distance, and I usually lost the rhythm here. Therefore, Babe focused on practising cornering for me. I myself tried to learn and understand my own car. I was never nervous about any curve again until it was time to feel one with the vehicle.

 

On the other hand, it also became the point at which I am most confident. Because once Babe said, " You go into the curve like me'

 

There is nothing more to be proud of.

 

Willy is not calm. The fact that he tried to use that ugly guy to squeeze me up during the curve is a sign that he is not satisfied with being second, which would be like me, who chose to drive down the hill rather than drive into the finish line behind the foreigner. Besides Tony, I can't believe that there are people who can make me think this extreme. My feelings for Willy are more intense than I expected. It may not be to the point of hating living in the world. But if you don't have to see his face at all, it would be better.

 

The road on the hill is too narrow. It's so narrow that two cars can't drive side by side. But Willy still tries to intervene without any fear that he might fall off the curve down the hill. The rhythm of both our cars as they enter an almost circular curve. Drifting makes our cars parallel to each other in an inclined direction—the crowd between two vehicles on the narrow road, as the alley in the slums eased. The sound of wheels crowding on the road until it's hot, smoke and sound.

 

It sounds beautiful because it's in tune with my feelings. But for those who don't like racing, these sounds are no different from other forms of noise pollution. That's understandable.

 

I fell out of the last curve before Willy, but he followed out at a distance that could be called breathing on the nape of the neck, before coming to meet the straight road. That was enough to be a point to breathe. But Willy didn't let me rest for a second. He was forced to squeeze up. When I was driving in the middle of the road, the corner of his ugly grille scratched my handsome back grille. Dragged to the side, I was pushed until I was almost next to the curb. Inside, the sound of two cars crowding each other while the speed was virtually pedalling two hundred kilometres per hour. The race outside the field made him so reckless. Only Willy was wrong. Almost everyone who came to the race outside the track seemed to leave the fear of death at home. We drive supercars that are fragile like toy cars.

 

Bang!

 

Willy pushed my car until the right mirror collided with the edge of a pole on the side of the road. Then disappeared into the darkness.

 

"Bastard

 

I clenched my teeth and took a breath, trying to control my emotions in my chest. Today should be one of the days when my anger has worked the hardest in my life. That foreigner should record this in his dog movie diary.

 

I passed the turning point that had to drift more than one hundred and eighty degrees. I heard a loud collision from behind—probably the back three cars that were not well organised. But I didn't have time to pay much attention to other vehicles because this red shark lice was still following and refusing to break up. Willy did the same with my car and his car; they were twins.

 

Brothers next to each other, he didn't just drive in parallel, but he drove deliberately. Even if the road in this zone is wider, he will still follow me relentlessly. His goal is to win while stirring my nerves until they break my heart.

 

I have to shake him off here. Because if you let him stick to the last straight way, I will be even more disadvantaged. Because in addition to being good at straight, what can't be denied is that the ugly one is as light as my car. But the maximum speed is more than enough. And that's still only in cases where his car has no further customisation, which is almost impossible for racers. Even my own car has been fully tuned by Alan. Therefore, there is no way that Willy will use all the specs sent directly from the factory to race. Plus, Willy's affiliated team of technicians is also known for combining new and veteran skills in the garage. Therefore, neglecting his car is no different from closing your eyes and walking across the road.

 

I have to find another way. I can't follow Willy's game.

 

My brain works twice as hard. Pressure and dignity force me to process it within a few seconds. And suddenly, the memory from almost three years ago comes back to me. The image of me still steering the car. I don't even know what the car I'm driving is outstanding in, or what it is inferior to. I don't see the braking distance before cornering. Concentration is scattered. My eyes are scattered. Keep looking for Babe, who is twisting the motorcycle all the way. But more important than that, I remember Babe’s words at that time.

 

His voice echoes in my brain again and again. It's as clear as the speaker is really here. I feel like Babe is rushing forward along with me. He is excited, and his head is spinning. He shouted with all his might to say what I have to do to shake off the obstacles.

 

We will get out of the way down the hill in no more than three curves. While about to enter the curve in front of me, I took a deep breath, slowly loosened the accelerator and stepped on the brakes at full force on both arms.

 

Stiff with both hands holding the steering wheel tightly, trying to force the car that was spinning like crazy, still on the road. Willy's car, which was crowded with my car all the way, swung equally hard. His car almost turned until it was almost out of the curve. And even though he didn't want to accept it, his skill is not a crow. At least Willy could force the car that lost its centre not to fall off the cliff, even if the back skirt rushed to kiss the railing on the side of the road.

 

My golden field was when Willy was panting, almost having a heart attack behind the wheel. I corrected the car's balance, then quickly stepped on the accelerator to take it away, even if only for a few seconds. But this is a death pointer when in the field. Of course, I won't let it be wasted even for a second.

 

I got straight to the last part. The rest of the cars chased all the vehicles, and the closest one is still Willy's ugly one. Even though I can't see the expression, I can feel the heat of anger through the steering wheel. My trick just now would have made the foreign boy look bad. He has no right to be angry with me. After myself, I have been driving others since the beginning.

 

The side lights on the road lit up. I saw a group of people not far away. The shouts began to reach my perception. My heart beats as fast as a drum when approaching the finish line. The remaining single car glass reflects the shadow of nine, one, one, fiery red, chasing. Willy's speed is not a joke; I wasted him for many minutes. But he can still catch up with me in time. So if you want to win, the only thing I can do now is to close all the way. That will make him close to the finish line.

 

I will always take one step for every one of his movements. I will deflect to the left when Willy overtakes from the left, and turn right when he overtakes to the right. Babe’s sense makes it easier to read the opponent's movements. But of course, it's not all. The experience that narrows the gap, Willy will overtake. The speed of the ugly one becomes a worthless blessing when he doesn't have the wisdom to create his lane.

 

The heart that had been squeezed frequently began to relax as the finish line drew near. It's not the nature of racers. In general, as long as the wheel hasn't touched the finish line, our hearts will still be excited and alert with every spin. But my heart is now beating steadily and calmly because my eyes see him in the crowd.

 

Amid a large group of people shouting, necking, and dancing, Babe was the only one sitting with his arms crossed on the hood of his own car. His face was flat, his eyes were swollen, and he was still in my car. No, it's more on me.

 

Both were sitting in the car that was running at maximum speed. But I felt like I was making eye contact with him. The car rushed forward. But my body was slow. My body was light and dizzy as if I were drifting in space. The side was broad and quiet. I could feel the aura and taste of victory from the moment the wheel had not yet reached the finish line. I saw pride, praise and acceptance in front of me just because I could recognise his eyes still on me.

 

Just me.

 

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The feeling now is more than the first day of Charlie and me. It's the same excitement, but its pattern is different from that of other feelings. Although it has the same name, the body hides many meanings. The initial feeling between him and me has a sharp, straight pattern. Splashed with flashy colours. And it gradually changed into another form as depth increased. Touching the ups and downs of the rhythm of the relationship. There are both solid straight lines, rainbow curves, and even lines that are drawn freely without direction. It's pink and light yellow on a comfortable day, a little bit, but mostly, begging each other.

 

The red on the day of the quarrel is so big that they won't want to look at each other. It's light blue to grey on the day when different people don't understand each other, but can't say anything. And it's completely black on the day when it is. On the new day, there will be only my colour. There is no colour of his to decorate again, but tonight those colours have returned in full. Not as flashy as the first day, not the mother colour. But all colours that have been mixed are mellow. 

 

The buzz lines are full of sophistication, freedom and beauty. I like the excitement now. Raised to be the number one after experiencing the excitement of a young man named Charlie. My heart flushed when he rushed to caress me since the door of the house was not closed. Not even waiting to talk. Charlie kissed me patiently for a long time. Even though he just finished the race. Will say that all the time on the street. He only thinks about what he wants to do to me?

 

To say... Thinking like this feels good, too.

 

"Oops!"

 

I exclaimed softly when I was pushed down onto the bed hard. It's not often that Charlie will use this level of force on me because he is too gentle to be too harsh with me instinctively. But he knows how much I like his violence. So Charlie pulled it out at the right time to meet my hair's needs, which is different from his. And it seems endless.

 

Charlie took off the outer jacket he was wearing. He threw his hand to the bedside. But suddenly, it was as if he were acting. Countless grey banks floated in the air before falling on the bed. Sprinkled on me. Although I've been used to more money for a long time, this is the first time I've been lying in a pile of real money. Like the protagonist in the movie, how is it?

 

"What is this?" I said, laughing, while picking up the money and scattering it. This money is a bet Charlie placed on the victory an hour ago. He reached the finish line first. Win in a way that can be decided with the naked eye. That's why he got cash back like this. "Show off rich?"

 

"I forgot to keep the money in the shirt," Charlie laughed. He didn't seem to care about the money on the bed now. If there is anything else interesting, it should be someone sleeping in a pile of money, like me. Otherwise, he would have crawled up and straddled me instead of bending down to collect that money. Why? Right? 

 

"But this is also beautiful."

"What? Money?"

 

"Babe is different," the handsome father replied sweetly. Before leaning down to press the kiss on my lips, I sipped only for a moment before leaving. Lying on a pile of money is very beautiful and sexy."

 

"You're happy with something strange, right?"

"There are many more strange things than this."

 

Charlie's kiss was so sweet that I didn't know how to stop it. Even though time passed, the breath became more jammed. But just thinking about getting out of this kiss. I suddenly felt that it might be a way to die as well. His big hand touched my body. I felt like he had ten hands, chasing and squeezing every part and arousing until the whole body was hot as if we hadn't touched each other for a long time. Even though, in fact, we just got out of this bed for only a few hours.

 

Brother Bo!

 

I turned over onto my back. Charlie lay down on a bed full of grey paper. My hips overlapped his youth, which is erect from just kissing and touching the ruffles for a few minutes.

 

I leaned down to him, dragged my tongue to lick the sharp jaw, snapped my ears, kissed and bit the skin of his throat teasingly while moving the lower part of the plough, not forgetting the excited part.

 

"Hmm..."

 

Charlie let out a growl in his throat. His expression now looks like he's drifting in heaven, built in his head. The eyes that look at me are greasy and full of desire. I love his eyes like that the most. And the more he knows that he can't use affectionate eyes.

 

This deep look at others besides me makes me want to give up everything I have to him —not just fame, money, or the things I hold —but everything in me: body, flesh, heart, and soul. I am willing to give it to him as long as he still makes me believe that I will be the only person who is looked at by his eyes forever.

 

"What do you want to get a prize... A talented person?" I asked in a soft voice.

"What is the prize?"

"The winner of the competition"

 

"I got the money," Charlie replied. His two hands squeezed my buttocks.

"Don't count"

 

"I already have a Babe, too."

 

"This one doesn't count." I kissed him, kissed and kissed again. I don't know how to stop. "You got me already"

 

"This is enough for me."

"I don't want"

 

I deny his lowness.

"I want the prize"

 

My mouth said I wanted Charlie's award. But my heart was pounding like I was going to reward myself. It's a strange thing that's hard to explain. But I like it when Charlie asks me. The higher the value, the rarer it is. The more difficult it is. I like it until I'm happy all over my body, and will be as satisfied as masturbating when I give him something with my own hands.

 

"Hurry up... Anything," I whispered in his ear. While speeding up the hip rhythm, I moved on him as if we were really loose, making love, even though there was almost a complete set of clothes on his body. Of course, the satisfaction is not as much as the real thing. But the excitement doesn't tease at all. "Just ask... Get it all."

 

Charlie gasped for a deep breath. He looked at me as he opened his small mouth, allowing air to relieve the discomfort in his body. But I knew it wouldn't help much. As long as I'm still here, Charlie will never breathe fully.

 

"I... I want a new car." Finally, Charlie agreed to make a request.

 

"Car?.... Which model?" I asked close to his lips.

"RX...7"

 

Charlie replied in a slary voice. As for me, I stopped because of the car model that he was talking about. It is not in my head at all.

 

"Mazda?"

 

"Yes," Charlie made eye contact with me to confirm the answer. "I want it." I thought about what he wanted, but I couldn't help but be surprised that he chose to ask for an old Japanese car rather than a new supercar. He already knew how much I could give, but he still chose a car with the highest specs that costs less than five million.

 

"Is this a considerate request?"

 

"No, I really want it," Charlie continued to insist, his hand beginning to creep awkwardly into my T-shirt. I've been looking for it for a long time, but I still can't find a beautiful model."

 

"Why is it so cheap.. I thought you wanted a Ferrari this time."

 

"Fantasy is not the same," he replied with a grim smile. "I think the picture of Babe and Ferrari is cool, but Babe and RX..." He chased his eyes and licked my whole face while pursing his mouth a little as if he was restraining. Imagine yourself not being too fast in a situation where he can't make that fantasy come true.

 

"So, do you want me to buy and drive it myself?"

 

"No, I'm driving by myself," Charlie replied. Now his hand moved from my back to the edge of my pants. He slowly put his hand in before his fingertips began to collide as he pleased. "I didn't imagine when Babe was driving. I just thought..."

 

I don't have to finish the sentence. I fully understand Charlie's fantasy.

 

What is it? Old Japanese cars, Tokyo Drift and me. Charlie has something to surprise me endlessly.

 

"And it's not just a tuning factor. I want a wellside fortune engine. Turbo trailer, completely new car, as strong as the machine can handle it."

 

"Not more than three days"

 

There is no reason to refuse, even though it is surprising. But when I told you to give it anyway, I will find him everything according to my favourite specific specifications, in the least time my line and money can allow. And on the day the dream car owner parked in front of the house, Charlie's excited face will be my most worthwhile compensation.

 

"Thank you," Charlie said, then gave a sexy kiss on the neck.

 

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me." I kissed him back... In the same position

 

"Wait for me to test it first. After that, thank you for the sweet voice, okay?"