Arknights, are you a good person?

The staff member looked confused: "Mr. Qi Yuan, how can you...what's wrong with this driving skill?"

I can’t fix it all at once.

"Of course it's because my driving skills have improved." Qi Yuan held the steering wheel with one hand and supported the car window with the other, with pride written all over his face.

I can drive now!

"Ah this."

The staff member glanced at Texas in the back seat. She was holding her forehead with her right hand and looked like she had a headache.

"Now that you can drive, what do you want to do?"

The staff looked up and down and around and found that the vehicle was intact and did not look like it needed any repairs. It had already been modified in many ways, so they could not possibly want to customize a gaudy horn sound effect.

Texas tastes aren't that street yet.

"We are here to buy a spare tire." Texas shook his head and explained the purpose of his visit.

“Buy a few more pairs.”

Texas added as he watched the staff hurried away, clearly unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

Car modification king staff: (⊙o⊙)…

"So you're a drag racing enthusiast." He glanced at Qi Yuan and immediately showed respect: "We have a new hot melt tire, which is extremely powerful for drag racing. The disadvantage is that it is not very wear-resistant. I wonder if Mr. Qi Yuan is interested?"

“A normal tire will do.”

Qi Yuan waved his hand and firmly rejected the sales pitch from the Car Modification King employees.

Who do you take him for?

He is not a useless racer who cannot race due to lack of equipment. After mastering Chixiao Jueying, Qi Yuan can even race in beautiful arcs when riding a bicycle.

This is the confidence that the Chixiao sword technique gives him!

"Ugh."

After a while, the employee of Car Modification King came back in a forklift. Texas sighed and helped throw the spare tires onto the car one by one with a slightly complicated expression.

These spare tires have never rubbed against the ground, have clear textures, are free of dirt, and look youthful and beautiful.

The original old tires on the ground had been tortured by Qi Yuan for a long time without mercy, and the texture had begun to fade. They were far from being as new as when they were first bought.

"Qi Yuan, you have to hold back a little."

Texas muttered, "You should cherish the car as much as you cherish our friendship. Learn to turn normally as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

"I know."

Qi Yuan's answer was serious and earnest.

But Texas shook his head, feeling that there was little hope, and this was just a consolation.

The only thing that made her feel relieved was that after buying the spare tire, Qi Yuan went to take the driving test with great enthusiasm. He was kicked out for dangerous driving just at the beginning of his practice. He thought that the driver was sent by the driving school next door to cause trouble.

Texas was relieved.

But soon, the heart that had been put at ease was weighed down again.

Because Qi Yuan suddenly realized that as a superintendent of the Guard Bureau, he could get a traffic exemption badge and a police light, and then stick the police light on the roof of the car and no one would stop him.

I almost forgot that no one dared to mess with Qi Yuan in Longmen, and he might have taken the driving test just to fit in.

"I really don't understand."

Texas asked in confusion, "Why do you have to have so many spare tires when I can be your driver?"

"You do not understand."

Qi Yuan was mysterious and unpredictable: "Driving is like practicing swordsmanship. If you step on the accelerator without thinking ahead or behind, you will inevitably hurt yourself and your exquisite swordsmanship will be tarnished... The consequences are disastrous!"

Can't understand.

But Texas felt that Qi Yuan was talking nonsense in all seriousness.

"Forget it. It's up to you."

Texas lay in the back seat, helplessly took out a pocky, put it in his mouth and chewed it hard, with a strength that was somewhat tinged with personal emotion.

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From that day on, Longmen had a new urban legend.

In addition to Feng Lei's lightning motorcycle, there is also a sharp sword car on Longmen's viaduct. The two often compete with each other, and have won and lost against each other.

Some people even saw Governor Wei Yanwu.

However, he was not here to arrest anyone or to participate in the incident. Instead, he seemed to be here to observe, and he was observing unwillingly.

Like being forced.

In Longmen, who can force Governor Wei?

This rumor was too outrageous and there was no video or photo, so it was naturally treated as a rumor. No one took it seriously except for some gossipers who boasted about it over dinner.

"Um……"

Wei Yanwu held up a dark umbrella, stood on the elevated road, and stared at the car that cut through the rain: "Can Jueying be used like this?"

It's so uncomfortable.

He shook off the water droplets on the umbrella, and the falling water droplets fell to the ground, and were cut in two by the invisible sword force in the middle. Even the separated raindrops were sharp and piercing.

This phenomenon, similar to the sword energy leaving the body in martial arts novels, usually only occurs when one has just broken through to a new level or when one can no longer control one's emotions.

"Ugh."

Lao Wei shook the umbrella again, and water droplets fell heavily, and were instantly divided into countless pieces by the sword energy. The invisible sword intent seemed to have a shape, turning the raindrops around him into part of the sword.

Wei Yanwu already knew everything about Xiao Chen's failure.

Obviously, Chen regarded Chixiao as a sword with soul again, and regarded his inner hesitation as the disapproval of Chixiao Sword. This behavior was somewhat youthful.

Abbreviated as Zhong Er.

Chen's past experiences aside, she always draws motivation from setbacks to keep working hard.

Qi Yuan...

Wei Yanwu's gaze extended along the viaduct, and a four-wheeled vehicle and a motorcycle were moving side by side with no difference in height.

When you meet an opponent in chess, you will meet a good talent.

Qi Yuan's talent in swordsmanship is among the best in history, but unfortunately it often stretches its branches outside the wall and blooms indiscriminately.

But every time they were about to turn him back to the right path, they found that Qi Yuan had already gone a long way on the orthodox path.

This experience really tested the master's confidence.

After a few more times, Lao Wei began to doubt his own talent.

The brakes sounded suddenly.

Madam Wen Yue took off her helmet, shook her long hair lightly, and looked at Qi Yuan who was sitting in the jeep.

"good."

The more she watched, the more satisfied she became.

Public morality +1.

367: I will never let down the Chixiao Sword Technique

It's not shameful to earn public virtue.

In the past week, nothing major has happened in Longmen, and Qi Yuan's public morality is almost reaching the bottom. He has returned to the time when he did good deeds day by day. Fortunately, he had accumulated a lot of notoriety before, so he can maintain a balance between income and expenditure.

All in all, he did a lot of good things.

"It's better for you and Xiao Chen to communicate more."

Madam Wen Yue wiped the raindrops off the rearview mirror, looked back at Old Wei, then turned to look at Qi Yuan and said, "Recommend the sport of drag racing to her as well."

"I try my best."

Qi Yuan nodded.

Mrs. Wen Yue probably began to feel that Old Wei was unreliable and wanted to develop Little Chen as soon as possible. Perhaps young people have more active minds than old people and can learn things quickly.

The value of Lao Wei's genius trademark has been greatly reduced again.

"We should let Xiao Chen practice as well."

Wei Yanwu walked over calmly and held an umbrella for his wife, and wiped the water from his forehead, which might be sweat or raindrops.

"Duke Wei, I will definitely reach the Cloud Rift Sword as soon as possible."

Qi Yuan suddenly began to express his determination.

"Good good."

Wei Yanwu nodded repeatedly, then muttered to himself in a low voice, a little helpless: "I wonder what I can do by then, drive the car into the sky?"

"I will never disgrace this sword technique." Qi Yuan has lofty ambitions.

"..."

Wei Yanwu had a complicated look in his eyes and said nothing.

There was indeed no disgrace.

He is humiliating.

Qi Yuan is using his creativity to severely humiliate Chi Xiao Swordsmanship!

He was about to say something, after all, Wei Yanwu was now his leader, but a call suddenly interrupted the conversation. Qi Yuan looked down at the car phone, confused.

It's an unknown number.

After the call was connected, a female voice with a strong street style came out: "Hello, hello, hello."

"New Year?" Qi Yuan was a little confused.

After Nian Lai arrived at Longmen, he first wandered around the equipment department of Rhode Island for a few days and ate for free in the cafeteria for several days. When he got bored, he just wagged his tail and left without paying for the meal.

Then, Nian took a blacksmith's shop, blew gently to light the furnace, and began to work on Qi Yuan's Gundam project.

Never work overtime.

No money either.

Only by continuously winning Zuo Le's salary can he continue his leisurely life in Longmen.

"What are you doing?"

When he found out it was Qi Yuan on the other end of the line, Nian was very happy and yawned:

"Last time Zuo Xiaole came to play mahjong for two, he lost all his salary from Simuitai and internship salary from the Guard Bureau, and still owes some money. This time he came to help me get a phone line to pay off the debt. I don't know anyone in Longmen, and I only have the business card of Penguin Logistics..."

"Qi Yuan, let's have a meal together?"

"Don't you have money for food?"

Qi Yuan spoke the truth and asked curiously, "That's not right. Didn't your youngest brother cook the base for you? You actually charge for it?"

"Why are you saying such harsh words?" There was a sharp sound from the other end, as if the tail had whipped the ground. "Although the base of the pot was cooked by my little brother, I bought all the ingredients myself."

There are so many hardships that I can’t express.

For example, he just occupied a blacksmith shop as his residence, but had to pay rent to the landlord on the street according to market regulations. While losing money, Zuo Le looked up at Nian and wrote his behavior report seriously.

Rigid rules are so annoying.

She suddenly had an idea and invited Lao Er to have hotpot, trying to find out what he was thinking.

Nian never expected that his second brother would have a relapse. He picked up the chopsticks and refused to eat. He watched the duck intestines, duck blood, duck throat and tripe tumbling painfully in the spicy pot, from being overcooked to being soft.

The indifference in his eyes is like that of a wise man who has seen through all the world.

"He said he doesn't like hotpot, but he likes to watch the ingredients struggling in the boiling soup, from struggling, to sinking, and then blending into the soup. It's just like all living things, very interesting... I find him so interesting!"

"Why are you acting like a chuunibyou?"