Speed ​​God

Chapter 30 Urban Legend
"Hey, have you heard? Lu Zhizhou's father came to school to ask for leave, and he's asked for three months. The teacher's face turned dark, and he told him he should just take a leave of absence."

"What else could it be? That guy is obsessed with racing all day long, racing with those thugs. He probably got into trouble and was probably detained by the police."

"The police? That's not an exaggeration. They need to be notified. Someone said their family is in debt from gambling and has lost everything. They're trying to lay low."

"Lu Zhizhou? That kid is courting death by hanging around outside. I knew he was bound to get into trouble sooner or later. My cousin said he hit someone while racing on the street and is currently under investigation."

"He hit someone, really? I heard he's involved with gangs, beat someone he shouldn't have during a street race, and ended up in jail. He's still in the police station."

"Hey! You guys! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! What if something really happens to him? What if he's really sick and hospitalized? And you're still here making sarcastic remarks!"

"Hehehe, do you have a crush on Lu Zhizhou? If you like him, just say so. How will Lu Zhizhou know if you don't tell him?"

They chattered and chattered, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Gossip flew everywhere, and with the homeroom teacher absent to supervise, the morning reading session was unusually noisy, with everyone speculating and guessing, full of youthful imagination.

Then, Song Bo arrived.

With flushed cheeks, messy hair, and a clear pillow mark on his cheek, he sneaked into the classroom through the back door like a thief. He glanced at the podium and breathed a sigh of relief when he found the homeroom teacher was not there.

After finally finding his place, Song Bo was able to sit down comfortably in the spacious room since Lu Zhizhou wasn't there, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

I managed to pass the first hurdle, at least.

Before he could even settle into his seat, eyes surged from all directions, a pack of green eyes staring at his fresh prey like a pack of wolves.

Song Bo almost fell over, swallowing hard. "I know I'm handsome, but don't look at me like that, it makes me shy."

roll!
cut!
A flurry of complaints ensued, with eye rolls and middle fingers flying everywhere, creating quite a scene.

"Doctor, I'm not kidding. Lu Zhizhou's father came to the school to ask for leave, and he's asked for three months. What's going on?"

"Yes, yes, yes, has something happened to Lu Zhizhou?"

All the intense and surging gazes fell on Song Bo, and the once noisy classroom fell silent, the air instantly freezing.

Song Bo was completely oblivious to those reactions, acting nonchalantly and matter-of-factly, "Oh, he went to Italy to join the Ferrari youth academy. He'll be training there for the next few months, so his father came here specifically to ask for leave."

classroom:……

The air fell silent instantly, and you could even clearly hear the sounds of reciting, playing, and laughing from the next class, which only highlighted the tranquility of the place.

This time, Song Bo noticed it. He looked up and glanced around, and could clearly see the shock and doubt on those young and innocent faces.

Song Bo was taken aback, and blurted out, "Really."

The next second, a burst of static exploded.

Laughter, complaints, insults, and ridicule were heard incessantly.

"Doctor, if you're going to brag, at least make it believable, okay?"

"Ferrari, huh? Haha, why don't you mention he's going to race at the Shanghai F1 Grand Prix next year?"

"If he can get into Ferrari's youth academy, then I will be a contracted driver for Mercedes-Benz."

"Doctor, why don't you mention that Lu Zhizhou punched Verstappen and kicked Hamilton? Hahaha."

"Ferrari youth training? What's that? Is it part of the same system as the International Mathematical Olympiad? Or the International Mathematical Olympiad English?"

"If you don't want to tell the truth, you can just say so. There's no need to fabricate such an outrageous lie to cover it up. Who do you think is a fool?"

Song Bo opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but only received a burst of laughter in return.

"Let me tell you, nothing really happened. He just slipped and fell while sweeping at home yesterday, broke his leg, and felt ashamed to face anyone, so he deliberately stayed home. It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, exactly three months. See? I am Di Renjie, the case is solved, the truth is revealed!" *Whoosh!*

In less than a second, everyone turned their backs to Song Bo and ignored him completely, not even giving him a glance.

Song Bo was taken aback.

Only then did I realize that everything was too outrageous and exaggerated, like a fairy tale. When ordinary people hear this, their first reaction is to question it, which is a normal reaction.

However, Song Bo never questioned Lu Zhizhou. Now that he had calmed down and thought about it again, he still believed Lu Zhizhou because Lu Zhizhou had no reason to lie.

Looking at his classmates, Song Bo raised his voice and said, "It's true, what I'm telling you is all true."

Hahaha!
The entire classroom erupted in laughter; no one believed him, and no one was willing to listen to Song Bo's explanation any further.

Just as Song Bo was about to say a few more words, class monitor Li Miaomiao finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Alright, be quiet, morning reading is starting. If you make any more noise, I'm going to write down your names."

Song Bo was so angry that his chest heaved up and down. Just then, he saw Li Miaomiao turn around and give him a warning look. He made a face in frustration.

Clearly, no one at the school believed Song Bo's story. Although the Ferrari Junior Academy's speculations and gossip weren't exaggerated compared to other rumors, ultimately, the world of F1 racing was too far removed from the students' daily lives, lacking any sense of reality, making it hard to believe.

In fact, not to mention them, even Lu Zhizhou himself spent some time to truly find his footing again, and his life turned a new page, with his entire daily routine completely overturned.

Perhaps for other trainees, these daily routines have become an integral part of their lives over the past decade, but Lu Zhizhou must start from scratch.

knock knock --

Zhou Guanyu knocked on Lu Zhizhou's apartment door. Not long after, Lu Zhizhou opened the door and, still sleepy-eyed, joined Zhou Guanyu as they went downstairs.

Warm up. Stretch. Then start jogging.

A brand new day begins with aerobic endurance training.

Many people think that racing is just "sitting in the driver's seat and going around in circles," and that it is not a sport and has nothing to do with a real sport.

In sports, it's the muscles that sweat profusely, not the engine, that truly challenge one's own limits.

But this is a misunderstanding.

Top racing drivers put their bodies and wills to the limit. An F1 race can last for an hour and a half or even two hours. Drivers need to maintain precise control under high temperature, high speed and continuous G-force. They can hardly relax at all and must always keep their attention highly focused. Even the slightest mistake or deviation can lead to different results.

On some extremely challenging tracks, after a race, one can lose two or three kilograms in weight, and dehydration, muscle soreness, and mental exhaustion are common occurrences.

They are not just "drivers", but athletes who fight against their bodies, instincts and limits at speeds of 300 kilometers per hour.

Racing is, of course, a sport, and one of the most demanding, requiring daily training to start with physical conditioning.

Previously, Zhou Guanyu was used to starting his day's training on the treadmill at the gym.

However, Lu Zhizhou didn't like treadmills; he felt like he was always going nowhere. He still preferred the outdoors.

Running along the country lanes of Maranello, from the edge of town into the misty plains, the morning air carries the scent of earth and leaves, warm and real, and your body gradually becomes more and more alive, and the weight you can feel with each step becomes clearer and clearer.

The sound of jogging slowly dispelled the morning mist. Not far away, a figure was stretching and pressing his legs, wearing a headband on his forehead, looking as if he had stepped out of Slam Dunk.

It's Leclerc.

He waved to Lu Zhizhou and Zhou Guanyu, then started running. He didn't run fast until the two of them met up, at which point he adjusted his pace.

The three people walked through the dim light, stepped through the thin mist, and faced the sunlight, as the pale gold gradually tore open the curtain of dawn.

　Dear readers, racing is indeed a niche genre, and it's still slowly climbing the charts at a snail's pace. I really, really need your support! During the new book release period, please be sure to read the latest chapters. This is extremely important. Thank you again!
　　
　
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