Speed ​​God

Chapter 43 Seize the Moment
The words were spoken without much difficulty.

Lu Zhizhou thought he didn't care; he had already prepared himself mentally.

Indeed, Formula One racing is very interesting, opening the door to a whole new world, but he always remained rational and did not let the happiness before him go to his head.

In the world of Formula racing, every step forward requires a huge amount of money. Drivers even need to pay fees to the team to participate in F3 and F2 races. Zhou Guanyu is one such example. Although he didn't say it, his parents have been busy trying to attract more sponsorships.

Clearly, this is not a lifestyle that Lu Zhizhou can afford.

Therefore, even if Jiang Mo did not object, Lu Zhizhou had already made up his mind to leave after three months, since he was just staying to take advantage of the situation.

Everything was planned out, proceeding step by step; but now, what's with this empty feeling in my chest?

A faint bitter taste involuntarily rose on the tip of my tongue.

Lu Zhizhou picked up another piece of freshly cooked beef and put it in his mouth, but he couldn't taste anything.

Amidst the gentle rustling of falling snowflakes, a sense of tranquility gradually gained weight, softly pressing down on the heart.

Three young people, each with their own worries, find the troubles of growing up entering their lives in different ways. They need to face choices about the future, life, and dreams. They lack the experience and knowledge to understand the meaning of life, yet they are forced to make choices and embark on an unknown path.

Those feelings of confusion and bewilderment are the most painful, the most arduous, yet also the most beautiful and the happiest part of youth, because this is the final step in breaking free from the cocoon and becoming a butterfly.

Not only Zhou Guanyu and Lu Zhizhou, but also Leclerc, who has always been a prodigy and is known as the Ferrari Prince, seemed to be lost in thought. His handsome face gradually blurred in the rising steam, as if he had inadvertently fallen down a rabbit hole and entered a bizarre world.

Finally, Lu Zhizhou took a deep breath, his lips curving upwards again, breaking the silence.

"But I'm not worried."

“I will go back to school, I will take the college entrance exam, and then I will choose an interesting major and continue my adventures.”

"Believe me, the world is vast, life has countless possibilities, and there are endless wonders."

Quietly, Zhou Guanyu looked at Lu Zhizhou, "But you like racing, don't you?"

Lu Zhizhou opened his mouth and joked, "There are many things I like. Haha."

Originally, it was supposed to be a joke, but unexpectedly, his throat became a little dry, and as soon as he finished speaking, his throat itched and he almost coughed. He quickly put on a smile to cover it up.

Without warning, Leclerc spoke, his voice muffled, like a stone thrown into the snow, "My father is seriously ill, and the doctor says he may only have a few months left..."

Leclerc, who has never liked to discuss his life, revealed a hint of confusion and helplessness.

“He used to be an F3 driver, but he gave up pursuing his dream after having children. Then, when the three of us brothers were born, he took us back to karting.”

“His dream was to see us join an F1 team, but he didn’t force us to carry on that dream. Instead, he respected our preferences and choices. My brother has chosen to give it up because he doesn’t like racing; but I do, and I want to fulfill his dream, which is also my own dream.”

"But now..."

Lu Zhizhou was taken aback. He looked up at Leclerc, his heart skipping a beat. The story seemed familiar, but it had evolved into a slightly different version.

The words were somewhat disorganized and hasty, seemingly failing to fully explain the whole story, but Lu Zhizhou could still clearly feel Leclerc's sadness and pain.

Leclerc noticed and looked over, his eyes filled with mixed emotions and sadness. "But I don't know if there's enough time..."

It was just a single sentence, a short sentence, yet it gripped my heart tightly and instantly cut off my breath.

"So, before the New Year's Day holiday was over, I came back first. I was thinking that maybe spending an extra ten hours on the simulator could change something."

As he spoke, Leclerc's voice faded into the soft rustling of snow.

Lu Zhizhou sighed softly.

Only when faced with birth, aging, sickness, and death can they realize the fragility of life and their own insignificance, and that there is really too little they can change.

Lu Zhizhou said softly, "Therefore, we should firmly grasp every moment before us, using each present step as a path to tomorrow. Perhaps we will succeed, perhaps we won't, but what truly matters is the process of pursuing our dreams; at least then we will be happy." "Right?"

Lu Zhizhou's words, spoken softly and gently, struck a chord in Zhou Guanyu and Leclerc, who both looked over with thoughtful expressions.

However, Lu Zhizhou changed the subject, as if trying to make his words a reality.

"Like right now. Who wants this shrimp? If no one wants it, then it's mine."

Before he could finish speaking, Leclerc, unusually, picked up his bowl and exclaimed, "Hey, hey! I'm a guest! A guest!"

Zhou Guanyu was completely confused. "Am I not a guest?"

Leclerc ignored this and awkwardly snatched food from Lu Zhizhou's bowl with his chopsticks. Seeing that the shrimp was about to fall, he simply caught it with his mouth and started chewing it. But less than two seconds later, he started grimacing and hissing, "Spicy. No, numbing, what's going on with this numbing and spicy stuff? Hiss, hiss."

Looking at Leclerc, who was crying and sniffling at the same time, he was nowhere to be seen as a prince. He probably ate some chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns, a double whammy.

Lu Zhizhou and Zhou Guanyu were laughing so hard they were doubled over.

Zhou Guanyu shook his head seriously, "Xia Er, you can't handle this. You can't even handle this little bit of spice? Let me tell you, this level of spice is nothing to us."

As he spoke, Zhou Guanyu rolled up a piece of radish, beef, and greens together and stuffed it into his mouth.

In less than a second, Zhou Guanyu also started hissing and panting, feeling the heat and spiciness, and sweat dripped down his face like soybeans, his boasting facade completely exposed.

As a result, they all returned via the same route.

Lu Zhizhou and Leclerc looked disgusted and moved back.

"week!"

"Ah, Zhou Guanyu!"

Zhou Guanyu didn't care about his image anymore. His face was contorted in pain, and his whole body was convulsing. He kept gesturing with his eyes, "Zhizhou... Zhizhou!" It was really incredibly spicy, and he wasn't joking.

Lu Zhizhou was laughing hysterically while still hurriedly pouring cola for Zhou Guanyu, but he didn't expect that the apartment would be quiet all night, as the knocking on the door came again.

Lu Zhizhou rolled his eyes, wondering who it was this time. Anyway, he just needed to add another set of chopsticks and a bowl. "Come in, the door isn't locked."

Then, the room door opened—

She wasn't a student, but Rosana.

Rosana was completely taken aback by the scene before her, a scene of swirling smoke and fairyland-like beauty. Three young people, holding bowls and chopsticks, huddled in front of the hot pot, sweating profusely and with flushed faces, looking like a group of monkeys soaking in a hot spring. She was stunned.

As a result, the three people sitting around the stove were all stunned.

Four people, eight pairs of eyes, frozen in place.

Rosana was the first to react, "I just saw the lights on in the other two apartments and came to check. It's okay, you can continue."

After saying that, Rosana went out again and closed the door behind her.

The three people in the room looked at each other in surprise. Before they could react, Rosana's voice came from outside, "Watch out for the smoke alarms. Be careful, or the whole base will be in an uproar."

After saying that, Rosana turned and left.

The three of them looked at each other, and finally Lu Zhizhou picked up a slice of freshly cut beef, blinked, and cautiously broke the silence, "Who wants some?"

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