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

Chapter 320: How dare you post a garbage chapter like this?

After all, the preliminary rounds are mostly about eliminating the weak, which is not challenging for Fujiwara Takumi. This makes him a little worried and he doesn't want to waste time on these things.

Regarding this, Mika Uehara had already prepared for it. As someone with a membership card, she could still help out and open a back door.

She had already informed the organizers and recommended Fujiwara Takumi to enter the qualifying round directly so that he could skip the boring selection stage.

With Fujiwara Takumi's level, it was no problem for him to advance directly, and the organizers would naturally not make it difficult for Uehara Mika. After all, everyone had a membership card, and if she wanted to open a back door, they would still give her some face, so they let Fujiwara Takumi skip the selection directly, saving a lot of time.

So, when Uehara Mika noticed Fujiwara Takumi's worries, she smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, why would I let you participate in that boring preliminary round? I have already made preparations and asked the organizer to open a convenient door. You can skip the preliminary round and go directly to the promotion round, which will save you a lot of time. But after entering the promotion round, I can no longer give you the green light. You have to rely on your own ability to get into the top ten."

After hearing what Uehara Mika said, Fujiwara Takumi felt a lot more relaxed.

Although he was able to directly enter the preliminary round, Fujiwara Takumi did not get complacent, but instead carefully observed the movements of other contestants. After all, only victory can make people stand up straight. He already had a rough idea of his opponents' moves and how to defeat them, and he was full of confidence in this competition.

The qualifying round progressed quickly, and only a small group of people remained from the large group, which showed how fierce the preliminaries were. There were more than 30 contestants in the qualifying round, and the time for Fujiwara Takumi to take the field was not far away.

The weather was just right that day and Fujiwara Takumi was in a good mood. He prepared everything with a smile and thought to himself, "How interesting, there are only thirty people left." With a smile on his face, he quickly completed all preparations.

A staff member led Fujiwara Takumi to the competition venue and asked him to prepare first, and someone would come to explain the rules later. Looking around, Fujiwara Takumi found that it was not a place that made him nervous. After all, it was just a small-scale competition venue, and the competition did not seem to be too fierce.

At this time, a staff member approached Fujiwara Takumi, looked him over briefly, and without saying much, he began to explain the rules: "The competition is very simple. You can enter the finals if you complete the tasks within the specified time. Everyone, please be prepared. The tasks will be arranged by a dedicated person. Please wait patiently."

The staff explained the rules perfunctorily, and then gave everyone 20 minutes to rest freely so that they could recover their energy and better prepare for the competition. The contestants were either warming up or checking their cars, and they all looked nervous and worried. Fujiwara Takumi sighed. He never cared about such links. After hastily checking the car, he felt bored and started pacing around the venue.

At this moment, a familiar figure came into Fujiwara Takumi's sight - it was Okuyama Hirono. What a narrow road for enemies to meet here!

Fujiwara Takumi snorted. He thought Okuyama Hirono would not be here, but he was here. But this just shows the depth of the entanglement between the two. Fujiwara Takumi tried to cover himself with his hands, not wanting to be discovered, but was still seen by Okuyama Hirono.

So, Fujiwara Takumi stopped hiding and walked towards the other person. The two approached each other and looked at each other, both looking down on each other. Okuyama Hirono also looked unhappy, obviously not happy to meet Fujiwara Takumi in such an occasion. Fujiwara Takumi guessed that he might be thinking this in his heart.

"What a coincidence, why are you here too? How come a big shot like you would visit a place like this?" Finally, Fujiwara Takumi spoke first, while the other party crossed his arms, looking indifferent, and showed no enthusiasm for Fujiwara Takumi at all.

"Hey, aren't you the same? I thought someone as powerful as you wouldn't bother to step into this threshold." There was a hint of bitterness in Fujiwara Takumi's laughter.

"Oh? I think your skills are much better than mine. The specifications of this place don't seem to match your level."

Fujiwara Takumi changed the subject and suddenly came up with an idea, planning to tease the other party with sarcasm.

But can someone like you enter that circle?

Okuyama Hirono frowned and almost threw out his fist involuntarily. The conversation between the two was so awkward that the bystanders were worried for them.

"Don't look down on others. If you are given a chance, just take it. You really think you are so great, but in fact, you are just that good!"

Okuyama Hirono gradually became a little annoyed.

"There are still five minutes until the game starts. Please get ready, take your positions, and return to the field!"

The staff's voice rang out again, interrupting the undercurrent and tense atmosphere between them.

"Then let's see the result on the field."

The two men went their separate ways, but when they met it was like a powder keg being ignited. For Fujiwara Takumi, this kind of scene was not the first time he had encountered such a situation.

It was a coincidence that they met again on a narrow road.

Not only did they have the same track, they also became direct rivals.

After hearing the news, the two of them got off the car at the same time, and kept muttering why they had to be put in the same group with each other.

But the Warriors never shy away from a challenge.

—Thinking of what Fujiwara Takumi had said before, Okuyama Hirono felt unhappy again.

"Just wait, I will definitely beat you this time. People will always make progress, not everyone can win forever!"

Fujiwara Takumi stared at Okuyama Hirono blankly, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"Do you really want to beat me?"

Fujiwara Takumi put on his helmet and prepared to get on the bus.

Okuyama Hirono was also ready to go, "I have worked so hard to train for so long, how can I let you deny me with just a few words? So I decided to take a gamble with you!"

Once the racing driver has placed a bet, he must keep his word.

"Okay, since you want to beat me so badly, I'll have to give it my all!"

After the bet, there was little time left.

Soon, the competition will begin.

"Attention all racers!"

The two men were ready to go, waiting for the opportunity to leap out and leave the other behind.

Gunshots ring out!

"boom!"

In an instant, the two racing cars sped away like arrows, leaving the opponents behind far behind.

At this moment, it seemed as if they were the only two left on the track. Fujiwara Takumi was concentrating on the race, ignoring Okuyama Hirono beside him, and his condition was even better.

Therefore, as soon as the game started, Fujiwara Takumi took the lead, relying on his superb skills and efficiency far surpassing Okuyama Hirono.

Okuyama Hirono was unwilling to give up the bet he had made before, so he chased after him and quickly approached Fujiwara Takumi.

The competition between the two drivers was thrilling.

At the same time, it also presented a visual feast to the audience and displayed the most exciting performance.

As a result, the audience's attention was all attracted by Fujiwara Takumi and Okuyama Hirono, and the other drivers became insignificant.

"Isn't it just showing off your driving skills? Who can't do that?"