The gods descend into reality

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Then Bunta Fujiwara shook his head.

Even if Takumi wanted to borrow money from loan sharks, he had nothing to pledge as collateral. Even if he mortgaged his tofu shop, he still wouldn't be able to borrow enough money to buy a car!

Has he hooked up with a rich woman?!

At that moment, Bunta Fujiwara's expression changed as he looked at his son.

Holy crap, did this brat accomplish the ambition that I couldn't achieve back then?

"That's fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! Let's buy one when we get back!"

Nero climbed out of the car with great enthusiasm and began to speak.

Although the car I bought didn't have the ability to transform and fight, it was very fancy and perfectly suited my status.

"Sorry, I refuse!"

Xiao Se said very coldly.

Buy a car?

Buying a car is out of the question. It's absolutely impossible for me to buy a car in this lifetime. All the hard-earned money I save from my daily work will be used to buy figurines. As for a car—

Or the Hot Rod prototype, a limited-edition sports car worth tens of millions—

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

We're not rich kids, where would we get the money to buy this?

Suddenly, Xiao Se felt a pang of longing for Gilgamesh.

This guy is flashy and a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

But if we could obtain this thing's golden rule—

Xiao Se felt as if he could already see countless coins beckoning to him.

As for omniscience and omnipotence, or the King's Treasure.

Sorry, Xiao Se doesn't seem to be interested.

Does having great skills matter if you have a little money?

There's a saying that goes something like this when watching a live stream.

If you're broke, you can only watch your sweetness on the screen; if you're rich, you can taste your saltiness.

Yes, I meant eating the food the other person cooked.

The words may be rough, but the principle is sound; it makes a lot of sense, so I went to sleep.

"Player, if you keep going like this, you'll lose Yu. All those clueless male leads in period dramas end up single!" Nero said with an angry expression.

The next moment, Nero felt a large hand placed on his forehead, and he immediately closed his eyes like a cat.

"Your Majesty, please watch fewer period dramas in the future. They are nothing but teachings on how to be a sycophant."

Xiao Se said solemnly.

The male lead likes the second female lead, the second female lead likes the second male lead, the second male lead likes the female lead, and then the female lead likes the male lead again...

And they were all head over heels in love.

In short, a simp.

A simp who licks his boots will end up with nothing.

So in the end, the male lead and the female lead got together, and the second female lead and the second male lead got together. Of course, if there were a third male lead and a third female lead, it could easily stretch to dozens or even hundreds of episodes.

Xiao Se was certain.

These screenwriters are full of shit.

Because of the creation of these simp dramas, Xiao Se felt he should actually thank the screenwriters.

After all, they successfully helped themselves quit watching TV dramas.

In the real world, where do all these dramatic separations and deaths come from?

In addition, with the rampant use of beauty filters in recent years, more and more people have lost their sense of right and wrong.

"Umm~ Umm~ Umm! Umm!" Nero nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Alright, enough nonsense. Do you think you can beat us just because you brought a sports car? Sports cars aren't necessarily suitable for racing!" Sudo Kyoichi said unhappily as he stepped forward.

Although sports cars are touted as amazing, there is still a significant gap between them and professional racing cars.

It's not a difference between the engines.

Sports cars are ultimately for amateurs.

Even the most enthusiastic amateur drivers will only drive to a certain point before giving up and not daring to accelerate.

But professional race car drivers are different.

Professional race car drivers push themselves to the limit.

According to Kyoichi Sudo, every track has a limit.

Not making a single mistake, running the entire course at the fastest speed available on all tracks—that's the limit compared to loving you.

But virtually no one can do this.

After all, exceeding this limit could very likely result in a fatal crash, and most race car drivers are constantly trying to get closer to this limit.

Therefore, the requirements for racing cars are also higher.

Resistance, balance, shock absorption, fuel tank level...

Therefore, even with a professional team, it's impossible to tune a new car to its perfect condition in just a few weeks. Not just any car can be driven into a race.

There are too many things to be aware of; even the fastest mass-produced sports car can't compare to a race car.

"It's good that you're here."

Ryosuke Takahashi looked at Takumi Fujiwara and spoke.

"You're quite something, kid!"

Fujiwara Bunta looked at Fujiwara Takumi with a meaningful gaze, his eyes even carrying a hint of admiration.

Why don't any rich women come to support me? I'm not even as good-looking as that brat Tuohai, so why don't any rich women come to take care of me?

"Yes, these two are my friends. When shall we begin?"

Takumi Fujiwara scratched his head.

Although I couldn't understand it, I always felt that my dad was looking at me strangely.

At that moment, completely oblivious, Takumi Fujiwara felt that all he needed to do was keep smiling.

Then Fujiwara Bunta laughed even harder, as expected, this brat was just as he had thought.

"Hehe~"

Hehe~

"We can start anytime. Before we begin, let me explain the rules. Are you also participating, seniors?"

Ryosuke Takahashi looked at Bunta Fujiwara with some anticipation and asked.

"Now that Takumi is here, you guys have some fun."

"Yu Yu Yu, since you're not participating, how about we borrow the car to join you and the musician?"

Bunta Fujiwara glanced at Nero, who looked quite agitated, and then at Takumi Fujiwara.

"Sure, you can borrow it to play with."

Fujiwara Bunta said indifferently.

"Player, player, we can drive now! After this is over, let's get our driver's licenses and buy a car, okay?!"

Nero exclaimed excitedly.

Although I don't particularly enjoy driving, it's okay to try it out occasionally.

A sense of desolation... Suddenly, an ominous premonition arose, and a racing scene from an episode of Fantasy Carnival inexplicably came to mind.

Xiao Se's expression turned somewhat strange.

Bunta Fujiwara.......

So, you guys don't have driver's licenses yet?

I suddenly had a bad feeling.

"The rules of the race are simple: circle the Akina mountain road, go through these five consecutive bends, and whoever gets back here first wins. So let's begin!"

"Kid, you can't win just because your car looks good. You're trash. I'll leave you in the dust from the start!" Sudo Kyoichi made a disdainful gesture at Fujiwara Takumi.

"Start~"

"Bang~"

A sonic boom seemed to occur in the air, and the next moment, Nakazato Takeshi, Sudo Kyoichi, and Takahashi Ryosetsu all froze on the spot.

Where are the people and the car?

It was just here a moment ago, and it was so big!

I couldn't even see the taillights?!

"Ugh, why isn't this carriage moving?"

"Your Majesty, how can you drive with your foot on the brake?!"

"Huh? Isn't this the accelerator?"

Zhongliyi...

Kyoichi Sudo...

Ryosuke Takahashi......