MTL - Fouls Prohibited-Chapter 1

At the end of the track, the black and white checkered flags rolled like boiling.

The game is drawing to a close.

Passing through the last corner, the one who is far ahead is still the rare Asian driver in international formula races, Ye Ci.

His performance in this game was as usual, and his aggressive style was almost crazy.

More than one sports commentator has given negative comments on his extreme style of play.

Some people think that this so-called formula rising star has a calm self-destructive tendency, and some people even pointed out that he does not seem to really love the sport. The track probably brought him not only honor, but also some kind of Outburst of tyrannical emotions. There are also small online media who vaguely hinted that Ye Ci may be suffering from some kind of mental illness, coupled with the rare Asian identity and Omega gender in this event, and his various inhuman arrogance in the face of media interviews...

In the stands, there were cheers and boos.

Both good and bad.

But all of this has no effect on Ye Ci.

The racing car he drives is matte black, made of carbon fiber throughout, with light gold edges dancing, like a black and white dynamite wrapped with gold wires, unstoppable, roaring to the finish line.

In the VIP stands, a tall and handsome man gave a standing ovation with a proud smile despite the boos around him.

In the lounge.

Ye Ci's gait was flimsy, and he staggered and sat down on the sofa. His hair dripping from his forehead was brushed back, revealing his pink face like a spring peach.

For Omega, a formula race is enough to completely exhaust his physical strength.

He didn't even bother to take off his racing suit.

This is Ye Ci's exclusive lounge. Huo Tinglan closed the door and locked it, unscrewed a bottle of energy drink, put the mouth of the light blue plastic bottle on Ye Ci's wet red soft lips, and fed him a drink.

Ye Ci was quiet and obedient, raised his hand to support Huo Tinglan's wrist, and emptied a bottle of drink in this position. A pair of eyes are closed, unable to distinguish emotions, the color of the pupils is light, like a distant mountain covered with clouds and smoke.

Married to Huo Tinglan for five years, he has always been like this.

Cool, restrained, quiet.

Huo Tinglan knew that Ye Ci was just not good at expressing his feelings, and also knew the reason for his withdrawn and introverted personality. Although he had regrets, it was more of pity. In his eyes, Ye Ci is like a ceramic beauty repaired from fragments. It looks hard, but in fact it is scarred and fragile. After five years of marriage, he took good care of Ye Ci and loved her in every possible way, but unfortunately the results were not good. The only thing that can relieve Ye Ci's depression is the racing sports such as formula car racing. Perhaps only in the extreme speed stimulation of life and death can he truly feel the beating of the heart and the vigorous vitality in the body.

The air is full of sweet and greasy pheromones of the vanilla type, mixed with the sweat soaked in the one-piece racing suit, volatilizing wantonly.

This race is coming to an end, Huo Tinglan has been abstaining from sexual **** for many days in order not to waste Ye Ci's physical strength unnecessarily. The Alpha of that year, like a hungry wolf and a tiger, was soaked in the omega pheromones that were 100% compatible with his partner, but he could only suppress the fire and ask gently: "Have you slowed down?"

Ye Ci nodded and remained silent.

In order not to irritate Ye Ci too much, Huo Tinglan had to try his best to suppress Alpha's various "bad" temperaments to cooperate with Ye Ci, not daring to be too shameless in front of him.

A quiet and introverted, a gentle gentleman, they have been respecting each other as guests for five years, and they have never had any disagreements. The marriage pattern is a bit dull, but at least they are harmonious and harmonious.

Couldn't ask for more.

Huo Tinglan threw away the bottle that was in the way, approached him, pressed the back of the sofa, surrounded Ye Ci with his arms, stared at him for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "You have a fever... you have used it for the past few days. Are there inhibitors?"

Ye Ci shook his head, then raised his face and looked at him gently and obediently.

After many years of tacit understanding, Huo Tinglan understood that this was Ye Ci's hint that he could mark it thoroughly.

To Ye Ci, this was considered a very warm invitation.

Huo Tinglan lowered his head, rubbed the two pieces of wet red with his thin lips, still restraining his impulse, rubbed them carefully and teased patiently.

Ye Ci opened his eyes, his eyes were like a pair of polished glass balls, green and cool, he couldn't tell much emotion at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that they were gradually softening.

"Ting Lan..."

He gave a soft cry.

He couldn't express too much emotion, so he could only pinch Huo Tinglan's diamond cufflinks with two fingers, childishly and attachedly, not allowing him to go, and not allowing him to stay away, until his fingertips were rubbed into concubine red.

"Ting Lan..."

Another sound.

The two were clearly very close, but their voice seemed inexplicably distant, as if asking Huo Tinglan for help through a thick and invisible barrier.

Huo Tinglan also hugged him tighter in response, stroked his sweaty forehead with his fingertips, murmured comfort, and tried his best to respond to his cry for help.

Hold tight, tighter.

Like trying in vain to pinch a slippery fish.

But it will eventually dive into the deep sea.

…

Three months later, Ye Ci, who was 27 years old at the time, died accidentally in a competition.

After his death, the outside world has different opinions.

There are unreliable people who make all kinds of rumors, unbelievable, and try their best to attract people's attention.

It is more reliable to say that he was disturbed by depression and other mental problems, which led to serious mistakes in the game.

There are also good people who dig out the early misfortune of this star racing driver with polarized reviews—

Abandoned by a wealthy biological father when he was young, he lived with his mother in a slum...

Abused and beaten by her stepfather, resulting in language barriers...

After becoming an adult, he was recognized as a wealthy family, became a tool of his biological father's fight for inheritance, and was treated unfairly...

He dropped out of school to work to treat his mother's illness, which resulted in his failure in the college entrance examination...

However, the mother's illness worsened and died...

…

Before getting Huo Tinglan's asylum, he experienced many dark and painful moments.

Perhaps, his spiritual world has long been burned to the ground.

No matter how gentle and lingering spring rain is, it is difficult to moisten a scorched earth.

These rumors about Ye Ci's miserable early life disappeared fairly quickly.

Before being completely crushed by the heavy punch of reality, Ye Ci had always been strong and didn't want to be pitied by others. Huo Tinglan didn't want his scars to become the talk of others after dinner. Various melon posts often survive for only a few minutes, but this is difficult to stop the small-scale spread of gossip. There has always been a lot of gossip lovers who are willing to popularize science with passers-by in the news comment area related to Ye Ci.

Below a certain obituary news that has been forwarded more than 100,000 times, amidst the mourning and mourning of many car fans, there is a slightly "hypocritical" hot comment——

"It's hard to imagine how painful Huo Tinglan will be. He has lost his little husband forever."

A passer-by curiously asked about the relationship between Huo Tinglan and Ye Ci, and some gossiped in the building.

"They have been married for five years. At that time, Ye Ci was only 22 years old. Huo Tinglan happened to see him in a competition. It should be love at first sight. It is said that it took half a year to catch up with him. Huo Tinglan is older than him At the age of twelve, I have always called him Mr. Xiao. After marriage, the two of them are very polite to each other, and they feel a little respectful to each other. However, Ye Ci has that kind of introverted personality, so this couple is still very sweet. What a pity. ..."

"Huo is an A+-level Alpha, and his compatibility with Omega is generally low. He will never meet another Omega that matches him 100% in his life."

"So what if you meet the second one... The one who ate the whole melon means that Huo Tinglan is really affectionate. If even he can easily marry another one, there will be no good people in Alpha."

This topic was brought up, and the comment area gradually opened up.

An hour later, a new comment was pushed to the front row.

"If time could be turned back, if Huo Tinglan could meet his little gentleman earlier and protect him earlier, would everything be different?"

There are many followers below.

…

When Huo Tinglan woke up, the sky was about to dawn.

The mobile phone alarm rings loudly.

6:00 in the morning.

Huo Tinglan turned off the alarm clock, closed his eyes again, stretched out his veiny left hand, and groped to his side, looking for the half-full bottle of tequila.

Ye Ci is gone.

It hurts so much.

There was a hole in the softest part of the heart.

Nerves are eager to soak in high-concentration alcohol, and the soaking will be slower to feel better.

However, he failed to touch the cool and tough neck of the wine bottle as he imagined, but instead touched a smooth LCD screen.

The touch was almost strange.

"..."

Huo Tinglan frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a laptop computer with a brightly lit screen, a deep black background, and various electrocardiogram-like steep lines and dense numbers laid out on it. It was the interface of a financial software he was very familiar with...

And he himself was lying on the desk, and the pale golden light shone from the shutters.

It's as if he accidentally fell asleep last night while staying up late to deal with official business.

Is it possible?

He doesn't care about work.

But how come in the company...

Sleepwalking?

It's so funny.

Huo Tinglan propped up his upper body and grinned in pain.

However, this mocking smile froze before it could be restrained.

The chaos between half-dream and half-awake faded away, and in just a split second, he was suddenly sober.

This place... was clearly his office ten years ago.

The body is ahead of the mind, with just one glance, Huo Tinglan accurately scanned the lower right corner of the computer screen, subconsciously perceived something, and the pupils of his eyes were extremely black and extremely bright.

Saturday 06:02

2021/…

Huo Tinglan tried his best to hold his breath and unlocked the phone with his fingerprint, but the date was still displayed on the phone.

When he opened the address book, his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the phone steadily.

According to his memory, he called his special assistant back then.

At 6:30 in the morning, the opposite side connected in three seconds.

It's the style of that special assistant, a Beta who works hard and is always on call.

"Boss Huo."

It's also a familiar voice.

Huo Tinglan pressed the phone without saying a word, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, his face was reflected in the early morning glass enveloped in a hazy light.

Handsome, with sharp lines, dark eyes, revealing a bit of rare astonishment, and... still young.

This is what he looked like in his thirties.

This was ten years ago.

Suddenly.

The heart was beating like crazy, the blood was boiling, and the bridge of the nose was sore and painful.

This year, Ye Ci was only eighteen years old.

Everything is in time.

…

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the Fengchi racing track located on the outskirts of the city was bustling with activity.

On the side of the track, a heavy locomotive parked under spotlights.

The metal parts of the car body heated up to scorching heat during the race a moment ago, and were scorched by the scorching afternoon sun.

Beside the car, a long leg was propped on the ground, and the rider was a boy who looked like a high school student.

He was wearing a dark sweater with a slightly childish hood design, a few strands of soft black hair leaked from the brim of the hat, neatly resting on the brow bone, which was out of tune with the strangely dressed motorcycle racers around him.

Ye Ci, who just passed his 18th birthday, dropped out of school for more than a year, and is currently repeating his sophomore year at Tiancheng Private School, structural gender male, glandular gender... The record on the household registration card has been changed to Omega a few days ago.

Holding a stack of banknotes, he counted them and put them in his pocket.

...not even close.

Ye Ci looked towards the track, his pale pupils and skin were cold, hard and brittle like thin porcelain.

Fengchi Motorsports has been operating in the suburbs for many years, providing track and rental of various racing cars, including motorcycles and formulas. The parking lot is legally operated, but most of the people who come to play with the car are not good at it. Drag racing burns money, and the track, car, and oil are all real money, so the rule of losing to money has gradually emerged among the people who often come to races. In the beginning, they came and went with small money, which was purely to subsidize the track fee. and gas money. Later, this group of people got used to playing games with money, and their numbers also expanded. Sometimes they won or lost tens of thousands of dollars in a game, and if they lost a few games in a row, they were not guaranteed and even had to give them their cars.

"Play?" A yellow-haired man rode a Harley towards Ye Cishua. He was wearing earrings, lip nails and iron chains, and he could weigh several catties when he took them off.

Huang Mao is a frequent visitor to the racing circuit. He has good skills and is good at tricks. The Harley under his **** is earned by racing.

Ye Ci couldn't remember this person, so he simply said: "Okay."

"How old is it?" Huang Mao licked his lips.

Ye Ci adjusted the helmet, biting the milk-flavored candy in his mouth: "Anything is fine."

Huang Mao smiled, swinging his slender legs on the ground like ADHD. He looked at Ye Ci's clothes, and offered a price that wasn't too much: "Three thousand, do you dare to play?"

Ye Ci lowered his eyes: "Dare."

Cherish words like gold.

Both motorcycles slide towards the start of the track.

Huang Mao squinted at Ye Ci, his eyes turned around stickily, and landed on Ye Ci's feet.

No-name sneakers, cheap and worn out, but clean, probably bleached, so innocently white.

Huang Mao grinned and laughed in his helmet—it is said that this is an awesome driver who is new to this area this month, so crazy and fierce, isn't he just a kid?

The engine roared, and two heavy locomotives rushed out of the starting point.

Harley was gaining momentum, with full speed and horsepower, trying to give Ye Cilai a note of Mawei. However, Ye Ci was even more ruthless. Even though the hardware was invincible, he still clung to the distance. The two cars were in a stalemate until they reached the middle of the track. Ye Ci accurately captured the low pressure area more than one meter behind the front car, sucking the tail The stream taps overtaken, and the tough-looking Kawasaki heavy locomotive roared and brushed the yellow hair.

"*Your mother!" Huang Mao couldn't afford to lose, showing his fierce face, "Little B bastard!"

Originally, he wanted to bully children in the crushing game, but he unexpectedly got into trouble with a little wolf dog who was chasing and beating him fiercely.

Ye Ci turned a deaf ear, and drove through the third corner at high speed, the distance was getting wider and wider.

Three thousand yuan is going to fly, and I am watching the little kid abuse me! With bulging veins on the back of Huang Mao's hand, he tried his best to crash the car and speed up to turn around. The two cars drove side by side, with a horizontal distance of no more than one meter. Huang Mao took the opportunity to release the handlebar with one hand, pulled Lengzi out, and squeezed Ye Ci's handlebar hard...

Forcing the opponent to brake in the middle of the drag racing is not only a dirty trick, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is intentional harm.

The car body shook violently, bumping and snaking, Ye Ci tried his best to stabilize, and then fell silent, and then chased and hit him hard, and the distance that was lost by Yin was equalized in a short while. Huang Mao didn't seize the opportunity again, and was furious, cursing and cursing.

A few minutes later, both cars crossed the finish line, and Ye Ci got halfway out.

Huangmao slid out of the track, shaking his legs to play a rogue: "Yo, a tie?"

Ye Ci took off his helmet and glanced at him.

"Grass," Huang Mao moved his jaw, showing a fierce look, "What expressions do you have..."

Before he finished speaking, a helmet flew from a distance, hitting his mouth with blood.

Huang Mao recalled it, and was about to make a fuss, but was kicked on the shoulder, fell sideways and rolled to the ground, and then received several violent kicks at the critical point, which made him unable to straighten his back in pain.

Ye Ci picked up the helmet, looked down at his left hand that was pinching the brake, and asked, "You owe me?"

Huangmao sprayed blood: "I *your mother... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Swallowed the second half of the swear words—

Ye Ci stomped on his left hand.

A lot of people gathered around to watch the fun, but no one came up to fight.

Ye Ci's appearance was immature, but his aura was terribly violent.

Like a knife sharpened from glass, fragile but sharp.

Huangmao was in pain and fear, and the few hits just now were enough for him to assess Ye Ci's strength - he was probably a high-level Alpha, because he was blind. He didn't dare to make another sound, hissed, his eyes were red, and he shrank towards the base of the wall.

Ye Ci squatted down, carefully pinched the hem of the yellow sweater with his nails, lifted it up, and inspected the upper body of the yellow sweater with an indifferent gaze.

"What, what are you doing?" Huang Mao hurriedly pulled down the hem of his clothes.

Soft tissue contusions with an area of ​​less than 15 square centimeters, damage to the oral mucosa, finger fractures...minor injuries, detention is capped.

He counts.

Ye Ci stared at him, took out his mobile phone, and said warmly, but his tone was threatening: "Call the police?"

The hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses, Huang Mao shook his head: "Brother, I won't report it, I really won't report it."

Ye Ci nodded, stood up, and said in a clear voice, "The three thousand..."

"Yes, yes, three thousand, I'll transfer it to you." Huang Mao took out his phone.

Ye Ci shook his head, held his breath and remained unnaturally silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "...for medical expenses."