mesbooks Chapter 447 This is the first time
Chapter 447 This is the first time
But Fujiwara Takumi was very humble: "What are you talking about? If it weren't for your brilliant idea, I might have really given up the studio and continued to be a vagrant."
Kazuo Karasawa nodded. What Fujiwara Takumi said made sense, but the key still lay with Fujiwara Takumi himself. Kazuo Karasawa could only be considered an assistant in collecting intelligence for him.
Everyone gathered together to discuss the evening celebrations. Fujiwara Takumi did not participate. He went backstage, took out a cigarette, turned his head to light it, and before the cigarette was lit, he made eye contact with a man.
This man was not a stranger. He was the motorcyclist who had helped him in the competition. How could Fujiwara Takumi forget him? He walked up to the motorcyclist, looked at him, and handed him the cigarette in his hand.
"Thank you." The motorcycle man took it and had no strange feeling towards Fujiwara Takumi. Fujiwara Takumi looked at him with gratitude in his eyes.
"Thanks to you, things went so smoothly today. It's great to have you involved. We are strangers to each other. I am so lucky that you can lend a helping hand like this."
Fujiwara Takumi lit a cigarette and took a puff, while the biker put the cigarette behind his ear, looked at Fujiwara Takumi, and said nonchalantly: "It's no big deal, anyway... it's just a choice of whether to help or not. I chose to help. It's just a small matter, not worth mentioning."
Despite what the biker said, Fujiwara Takumi was still grateful. The two sat there for a long time, neither of them spoke. The atmosphere of the second meeting did not ease, but became even more awkward.
"How about I treat you to a meal?"
Just to express gratitude, the biker guy refused without even thinking: "No need, but...if you can teach me how to race, then we'll be even."
Fujiwara Takumi agreed without hesitation, and told him to meet him at the training base in the evening, giving the biker man a meeting place.
Arriving at the base, the biker was eager to learn a bunch of racing skills right away. He admired Fujiwara Takumi so much that he couldn't contain his excitement as soon as he arrived at the base:
"Coach, when will the class start teaching new students?"
There was a hint of provocation in his words, but he was actually quite serious. Fujiwara Takumi was also just trying to show off his skills and pass on some techniques to the biker guy. He was not in a hurry, but seeing that the biker guy was very anxious, he smiled:
"You can start anytime if you like."
This made the biker man very excited, and he couldn't wait to suggest: "How about now?! I think now is the perfect time."
"Okay, let me teach you some basic moves first."
These are the basics for Fujiwara Takumi, and they are actually quite difficult. Seeing him easily turn the corners and draw a perfect curve, the biker man felt that it seemed effortless.
"Is this just the basic version?" Fujiwara Takumi nodded in confirmation, then got off the car. He knew that the biker guy would find this very simple.
Fujiwara Takumi just smiled: "Why don't you try it? Of course," and the motorcycle man took Fujiwara Takumi's helmet and remembered his driving position.
Then, he began to practice by imitating Fujiwara Takumi. Perhaps because Fujiwara Takumi's driving foundation was so solid, it all looked so easy.
As a result, when it was the motorcyclist's turn to turn, not only did he fail to make an arc, he almost had an accident.
He obviously underestimated Fujiwara Takumi's high demands. This time, real training began, designed specifically for motorcycle men, and it also showed that Fujiwara Takumi was a good coach.
"Let me lay a solid foundation for you first. From the moment you started practicing, I could see your problem. How should I put it, it was quite obvious."
The motorcycle man was not discouraged. He nodded and said, "Teacher, whatever you say is what I will listen to you."
The movements taught to the biker boy were indeed simpler, and the details made it easier to learn, and he made rapid progress. Although Fujiwara Takumi only paid for one skill of the biker boy, he taught him a few more moves because he had good talent, and explained them very thoroughly.
This made the biker man admire him from the bottom of his heart. After the practice, the biker man decided not to keep it secret from Fujiwara Takumi anymore and confessed his identity: "Actually, I am a noble, a member of the royal family, Jiren. I am very happy to meet you with my true self..."
But Fujiwara Takumi didn't seem surprised. He also extended his hand and shook hands with the man on the motorcycle: "It's my luck to meet you."
Ciren smiled and said, "I'm telling you, I've noticed your talent. I've observed you and found that you're not only technically proficient, but you're also particularly good at teaching."
Fujiwara Takumi remained humble as always and responded softly. At this time, Jiren said his true intention: "There is something you might want to consider. I really like your style of commentary, which is vivid, detailed, and touches people's hearts.
"So, are you interested in joining the royal family and being our commentator? The remuneration is generous, with a starting salary of at least $100,000. Do you want to learn more about this?"
You know, it's a rare opportunity to work for the royal family. In the past, many racing drivers, after knowing my identity, have vied to ask me similar questions, but most of them did not meet my expectations.
Fujiwara Takumi hesitated for a moment: "I think... I need to think about it again."
Fujiwara Takumi's answer surprised Jiren, but this was Fujiwara Takumi's own choice after all, and Jiren could not force it, so he nodded:
"Okay, no problem." Then, he took out a business card from his pocket. This business card was very delicate and elegant in design. It was completely different from the business cards that Fujiwara Takumi had met before when he wanted to cooperate with him.
"Whatever your final decision is, or whatever ideas you have, whether you participate or not, remember to call me." Jiren said in a gentle tone. Fujiwara Takumi took the business card respectfully, looked at it and said, "Okay, I will."
Night has fallen. Although there are a few stars twinkling in the sky, the light still cannot illuminate the earth. The temperature difference between day and night in Hokkaido is large, and the nights are still chilly.
It was already late at this time. Fujiwara Takumi looked at Jiren and said, "It's getting late. I have taught you everything. Should we go back?"
Jiren responded softly. As Fujiwara Takumi was about to drive away, he turned to Jiren and said, "How about I take you home first?" He knew that this suggestion might make the other party unhappy, but it was purely because he cared about Jiren.
Ciren waved his hand: "Don't bother, I've called my driver in advance, he will come to pick me up, just be careful on the road."
So, Fujiwara Takumi drove away alone.
Along the way, he was thinking about a lot of things. This Ciren's background was obviously not simple. As a member of the royal family, who was he? Why was his identity so mysterious? Shouldn't members of the royal family be widely known?
Ciren, what is your true identity?
Frankly speaking, Fujiwara Takumi still found it hard to believe that Jiren was a member of the royal family. He had seen many people who claimed to have a distinguished background, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Jiren.