I run a tofu shop, and you want me to go to Akina Mountain?

But Shu said: "No, my new car can't only run simple routes. It's better to choose a more difficult route."

Hearing this suggestion, Fujiwara Takumi also agreed and planned to choose a more challenging route to compete. Akai couldn't help but roll his eyes at their appearance.

"Listen up, both of you! Do not risk Takumi's life.

Especially you, Fujiwara Takumi, you must not let your father worry and be sad!"

After some instruction from Akai, they both lowered their heads and had to choose a relatively simple track.

The three of them went out together, drove to the racetrack in the suburbs, and chose a flat route that was easy to run.

As soon as he arrived, Ashu excitedly introduced his latest modified car to Fujiwara Takumi and Akai.

He completely rebuilt the car, from the tires to the chassis, to the engine and cooling system.

The modification was so extensive that the original car was almost unrecognizable.

After listening to Ashu's proud explanation, Fujiwara Takumi smiled.

"No matter how good your car is, it may not be able to beat me. The key to victory or defeat still lies in the driver's skills."

After hearing this, Ashu sighed.

"Indeed, I really hope to have a good fight with you in your prime."

After saying this, the three people fell into silence, and no one broke the silence for a full minute.

Then Ashu looked up at Fujiwara Takumi and put his hands on his shoulders. Under the bright moonlight, the light in his eyes was particularly conspicuous.

"No matter what, you have to get well soon, you bad guy! Come and have a fair fight with me when you are well again!"

Fujiwara Takumi was stunned for a moment, then nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I'll be fine, and don't even think about defeating me today!"

Seeing Fujiwara Takumi regain his spirits, Ashu also smiled.

"Stop talking big, see you on the field!"

The two got into their respective vehicles, with Akai acting as referee.

At the beginning of the race, thanks to the powerful power upgrade, Ashu quickly left Fujiwara Takumi far behind.

Even Fujiwara Takumi was surprised - it turned out that after some adjustments, Ashu had such an excellent car.

Yet he remained unhurried.

After all, cornering speed is the key; on the straight road, it’s all about the throttle, and everyone can do that, right?

After several turns, Fujiwara Takumi easily surpassed Ashu with his technical advantage.

"Well, the modification is good. The tires have strong grip."

Feeling that the other person seemed to be more comfortable with cornering, he finally managed to overtake Ashu with his rich experience and superb skills.

Seeing the gap between them getting bigger and bigger, Ashu felt very complicated, although he was anxious but at the same time he was happy for each other.

"You kid, you don't look like a sick person at all."

Bathed in the cool moonlight, while driving on the runway, Fujiwara Takumi regained the long-lost sense of freedom and pleasure.

Just thinking about my current physical condition, I can’t help but feel a little sad.

How wonderful it would be if we could keep driving like this.

At this moment, darkness came over my eyes, and my eye disease relapsed, and it happened at an extremely dangerous corner.

There was no choice but to gradually slow down and stop.

The finish line was not far ahead, and Ashu took the opportunity to overtake and crossed the finish line first.

Originally thought it was just a minor mistake, but later found that Fujiwara had never reached the target area and realized the seriousness of the situation, so he immediately turned around and went back to check the situation.

Even though he was extremely reluctant to admit the reality, Fujiwara Takumi could no longer continue the competition due to vision problems.

At this moment, my eyes are almost blind.

However, relying on years of experience and familiarity with the characteristics of the machine, he carefully controlled the vehicle that was about to lose control.

If an ordinary person faced such an emergency, a serious accident would have already happened.

He opened the car door and staggered out, his vision still blurry.

I groped my way to a huge rock and sat down, feeling extremely depressed.

Seeing this, Akai, who had been following them from behind, immediately sped up and went forward to check the situation.

"Brother Takumi, what's wrong with you?" Akai quickly got out of the car and ran to Takumi to ask what was going on.

Ah Shu also rushed back to the scene, also worried about his friend's safety. "What happened to you? Is your eye bad or your leg hurting?"

At this time, Fujiwara Takumi barely regained some vision. "Haha, don't be too nervous, maybe it's just a flat tire..."

How could such an obvious lie possibly deceive these two professional partners?

Moreover, upon closer inspection, it was obviously not a tire problem; what's more, there was no sound of a tire bursting during the entire journey.

Akai knew that the truth was being concealed, but he didn't ask any more questions and just sighed helplessly.

But the straightforward Ah Shu was not so polite. "Oh my brother! What happened? Should we take him to the hospital immediately?"

Faced with such in-depth questioning, Fujiwara's face became even uglier.

Akai secretly blamed his friend.

"Are you really alright? You can't hide it at a time like this..."

He patted Fujiwara on the shoulder to show his concern and try to understand the truth.

He raised his face with a forced smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay, just don't worry."

The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds, and only after receiving a positive answer did Akai breathe a sigh of relief and nodded.

"Well, that's great if you're alright."

But Ashu still refused to give up...

"Takumi, what happened to you just now? I didn't hear any sound of tire explosion."

Akai patted Shu's shoulder gently, reminding him not to talk too much, "Okay, Shu, stop asking questions. I'm glad Takumi is okay."

Ashu couldn't find any words to respond for a moment. Although his emotional intelligence was not high, he still realized that something was wrong.

So he quickly changed the subject and talked about his racing car: "Yes, that's right, as long as Takumi is fine. Look, how is my car? It's okay, right?"

Fujiwara Takumi nodded.

"It's really good, both the acceleration performance and the stability when turning are very balanced. If I had a car like this, maybe I could win the national competition." The three of them drove slowly to the vicinity of the stadium, stopped in an open space, sat down and chatted.

Ashu took out a bunch of snacks and drinks from the trunk. The three old friends sat in a circle and chatted about everything from childhood dreams to future prospects, from teasing girls when they were young to the recent competition.

It was already dark when we finished chatting, but I still felt like I hadn’t said enough.

If there was one good thing about Takumi's illness this time, it was that it deepened their friendship.

As the conversation came to an end, Shu was still thinking about his modified car. "Takumi, do you think my car needs any improvement? Is there anything that can be improved?"