12

This road is not very suitable for racing. There are still cars and people on the road. Jiang Kuo even saw a fruit stall on the sidewalk.

He was shocked and out 200 meters away, and he slowed down his speed.

"It feels so good," Ding Zhe came over from the back seat and gave him the way. "The road is about to start and turn right. After passing the big turntable, it is the High-tech Zone. The area of ​​wasteland north of the High-tech Zone is full of circled wasteland, and the road is very well built."

"Are you turning around here?" Jiang Kuokai asked to the road.

"Yes," Ding Zhe nodded, and patted Duan Feifan again, "If you sit in front, you can point him the way."

"Open navigation," Duan Feifan said, "Xiangyang Village, High-tech Zone."

"You need to drive navigation at this little road?" Ding Zhe said.

"You still have to use your fingers at this little road?" Duan Feifan turned his head and looked at Jiang Kuo, "Are you blind?"

"No road blind," said Jiang Kuo, "I'm in a car automatically. If you haven't been to a place you have to silently recite the road name in your mind, and it will directly accept it and then go."

Duan Feifan was silent for a while and pointed to the front: "... Keep opening, you can see the turntable after two intersections."

Dong Kun was having a smile on the back: "Duan Feifan, you are also choked."

After driving the first intersection, there were basically no people and there were no cars on the road.

Jiang Kuo stepped on the accelerator and the speed rose again.

"Can the car window open?" Ding Zhe asked, "Listen to the movement!"

"Okay." Jiang Kuo put down the car window.

In addition to the strong winds that were swept into the car, there was also the roar of the engine in the wind and mixed with the music in the car.

Duan Feifan felt that the sun was dancing.

"Let's go to the road on the other side of the bridge later," said Dong Kun. "The road on the other side of the bridge is broken, and there are basically no cars to go."

"What?" Ding Zhe shouted.

"Go to the other side of the bridge!" Dong Kun also shouted.

Duan Feifan didn't care what they were shouting, and his eyes kept looking ahead. The second intersection had passed, and the turntable could be seen in the distance.

But Jiang Kuo did not slow down.

"Here," Duan Feifan looked at Jiang Kuo and raised his voice, "There is a turntable in front of him."

"I know." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan couldn't hear his voice at all in the sound of the wind and the roar of the engine. These two words were only judged based on the lip shape.

"Turn left," Duan Feifan leaned over to him, "It's time to slow down!"

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, and the car was still rushing forward.

The two in the back row didn't shout anymore, and stared at the front.

The car's speed dropped before rushing into the turntable, and then the car turned left along the turntable.

Everyone in the car crashed neatly to the right. Duan Feifan felt that he was not tying his seat belt and had already flew out of the window.

After entering the turntable, the car did not turn out to the left exit, but instead roared around the turntable.

The speed of the car is not too high, but it is a cornering. This speed can still keep the car body in a half dozen horizontal state, and the dust brought by the wheels keeps rushing in from the window.

Duan Feifan was pushed against the car door by arbitrary sex.

At this time, Jiang Kuo actually took the time to close the car window.

While the noise suddenly fell, Ding Zhe let out a pleasant roar in the back row.

When the car passed the left intersection the second time, Jiang Kuo turned on the brakes and drove out in a normal posture.

Duan Feifan finally left the car door.

After driving forward for a while, the car stopped on the side of the road.

Jiang Kuo turned off the music, opened the car door and got out of the car, and patted the dust on his body.

Duan Feifan got out of the car and glanced at him: "It's so satisfying?"

"It's okay." Jiang Kuo held his hand on the roof of the car, "Isn't it motion sickness?"

"Is it a little late to ask now?" Duan Feifan said.

"Damn!" Ding Zhe got out of the car, "Did you burn the tire? I smell it!"

"Not to say," Jiang Kuo said, "I just walked around and a half, and it was still such a big turntable."

"You were playing on the track before? You were so smooth." Ding Zhe bent down and looked at the wheel, and reached out to touch it.

"Well, not much," said Jiang Kuo, "I have less than a year to get my notebook."

"Have you ever driven without a license?" Dong Kun asked.

"No," said Jiang Kuo, "I bought a car only after I was 18."

"You are quite regular," said Ding Zhe.

"You're timid," Jiang Kuo made way, "You can do it."

Ding Zhe and Dong Kun got into the car.

Jiang Kuo glanced at Duan Feifan: "Are you not here?"

"No," Duan Feifan said, "I can't believe Ding Zhe."

"You're not motion sickness, are you?" Jiang Kuo recovered the previous topic.

"...I'm not dizzy." Duan Feifan squatted down on the sidewalk and looked at the two people in the car, "I'll give you a vaccination in advance. He wants to drive your car for three or two shorts, but I can't afford it."

"As long as you don't hit it, it's okay." Jiang Kuo said.

"That's probably," Duan Feifan said, "he usually drives his father's van."

"That's fine," said Jiang Kuo, "a van is harder than this."

Duan Feifan didn't say anything.

Ding Zhe was intoxicated in the car for a while before driving out.

The road is quite long, and there is still a section of the bridge ahead. There is no trace of the road and there are no passers-by. As long as Ding Zhe does not hit the bridge railing, there will be no problem.

Jiang Kuo watched Ding Zhe open the bridge, turned around and drove back.

It can be seen that the speed of the car has not exceeded 50. He is quite cautious. He wants Ding Zhe to let go. Not to mention that it is not open to traffic, even on normal roads, this area is a speed limit of 80.

When the car drove back and passed by them, Ding Zhe waved to them, then drove towards the turntable, turned around and headed towards the bridge.

Jiang Kuo took out his cell phone and looked at it, but there was nothing to see.

Then Da Cannon sent a message to tell him to call a few classmates for dinner, but he was too lazy to reply.

There are no street lights on this section of the road, but it is still a while before dark. Ding Zhe probably has to go back and forth for half an hour. He and Duan Feifan are standing here, a little bored.

The main reason is that Duan Feifan doesn't speak, and he doesn't know what to talk about.

Moreover, Duan Feifan was still squatting. Although his temperament was fundamentally different from the elder brother who just squatted on the roadside and sold fruits, Jiang Kuo did not have the habit of squatting on the roadside. If he had to talk, he would be condescending and awkward.

When Ding Zhe drove by them for the sixteenth time, Jiang Kuo finally squatted down.

Duan Feifan looked at him and said that the children of rich families were different. They could hold them for such a long time without moving.

But before he could speak, Jiang Kuo sat on the edge of the road again.

"I'm not particular now?" Duan Feifan said, "Why do you have to squat with one hundred push-ups that day?"

"Don't your legs be numb?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"A little bit," Duan Feifan also sat down, "but you can try changing your legs, it won't be numb."

"No," said Jiang Kuo.

Duan Feifan stretched out his legs and took out his cell phone to pull it.

"You are a local, right?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifan nodded, "You can't remember "sex"."

"See who I remember," said Jiang Kuo, "I wouldn't remember anyone who was not beaten up."

Duan Feifan turned his head and looked at him: "What?"

"Is there any fun place to recommend?" Jiang Kuo asked. This was not a topic that was forced to find. When Jiang Lelai came, he thought about giving some suggestions.

"You ask Ding Zhe, he is also local," Duan Feifan said. "When his family is fine, they drive to the surrounding area for vacation. He knows more than me."

Jiang Kuo looked at him without saying anything.

"I don't go out very much." Duan Feifan added.

"Oh." Jiang Kuo responded. He could hear Duan Feifan was not refusing to tell him, but he was indeed not very understanding why someone didn't go out and didn't know what fun places there were in the local area.

If this was when he was at home, he would have a radius of 800 towns from the south to the north to the west to the east, including a radius of 800 towns. He knew it was fun and delicious.
To be continued...