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

Chapter 391 Want to challenge Takumi?

Hojo Go was indeed surprised when he heard this, but he quickly regained his composure. Hojo Rin continued, "So, the top three will have the chance to return to the World Championship."

Hojo Go knows his brother too well. Returning to the World Championship is what Hojo Rin has always dreamed of. Hearing that the top three in the Spring Season would give him such an opportunity, Hojo Rin was indeed tempted.

He was determined to participate in the competition, win the championship, return to the arena, and enter people's attention again. He longed for an era that belonged to Hojo Rin.

The next day.

In fact, Fujiwara Takumi was woken up by the conversation between Hojo Rin and Hojo Go last night, and accidentally learned about the spring season. As a member of the eliminated team, who wouldn't want another chance? Especially him who is determined.

I will definitely have a place in the top three of the spring season.

He had a plan in mind: this time, the top three in the spring season must include the name "Fujiwara Takumi". But when he thought of Okuyama Hirono, that ambitious guy...

He always goes against Fujiwara Takumi, so even if you look down on others, you can never look down on Okuyama Hirono.

Thinking back to what Okuyama Hirono had done to Fujiwara Takumi in the past, although it was an old account, Fujiwara Takumi remembered it clearly and could not forget it. This time he was determined to win back.

Soon, he told his plan to a few trusted friends. When they heard about it, they quickly gathered together to discuss the plan without saying anything.

It was late at night, but they were still discussing heatedly. They finally decided to go to the scene first to take a look at the situation and act accordingly. They also drew up several good plans.

After the discussion, everyone was so tired that they just fell asleep on the table. Although the posture was indecent, no one complained, as they just wanted to feel comfortable.

The next morning, everything seemed calm. Fujiwara Takumi planned to find some books to learn about the spring season to remind himself that it is always a good idea to be well prepared.

"Fujiwara Takumi!" This voice was so familiar that Fujiwara Takumi immediately knew what was going on. He turned around and saw that it was indeed the person he had guessed.

When Kazuo Tangze saw Fujiwara Takumi, he was excited. He had been looking for him all morning, fearing that Fujiwara Takumi had left. Now that he was still here, he was finally relieved and walked up to him and said, "So you are here."

"What's up?" Kazuo Karasawa usually came to see Takumi Fujiwara, either to discuss something or to chat about racing. The two did not chat outside, Fujiwara Takumi invited Kazuo Karasawa into the house.

He poured a glass of water for Kazuo Tangze.

"Don't worry, take your time to tell me what's going on. You seem to be in a hurry."

Fujiwara Takumi smiled bitterly, but Karasawa Kazuo got straight to the point: "Fujiwara Takumi, I may not have time to say more now, my team has been training recently.

Fujiwara Takumi thought that this matter had nothing to do with him, and thought that Karasawa Kazuo was just complaining, but he didn't expect that he would be involved: "Would you like to join us and guide my team?"

After hearing this, Fujiwara Takumi agreed without thinking too much. When they brought the team to the training ground, they found that there was another team, which was not good news.

The other team captain recognized Fujiwara Takumi at a glance: "Are you Fujiwara Takumi?"

His tone was full of disdain. Fujiwara Takumi smiled slightly and nodded, which made the captain even more proud: "I have heard of your name for a long time, but it seems that you are just so-so."

These words are clearly an insult to Fujiwara Takumi.

Fujiwara Takumi knew it, but he remained calm. These people obviously didn't understand him, and the team members echoed him. The captain was even more unreasonable: "What? You call yourself the God of Cars? Do you want to compete with me?"

At first, the captain just wanted to show off in front of his men, not really confident. Unexpectedly, he now challenged the God of Cars.

"Forget about it today. I have to watch them train."

Fujiwara Takumi refused, but was laughed at by the captain: "So you don't dare? The God of Cars is just like this!"

Later, Fujiwara Takumi was pulled aside by Karasawa Kazuo, who said something ambiguous, meaning that it would be okay to deal with them for a while. In the end, Fujiwara Takumi agreed for Karasawa Kazuo's sake.

"Okay, come on, what do you want to compete in?"

"Are you serious? Anything?"

The captain looked incredulous. Fujiwara Takumi responded softly.

Meanwhile, the organizer of the World Series personally called Kazuo Karasawa. Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, Karasawa, who was casually flipping through the newspaper, did not intend to take it seriously. He answered the phone and started to make up a story:

"Hello? I won't buy insurance, I won't watch TV, I won't move into my house, I won't change my phone, I won't buy anything. I'm busy resisting sales calls. We'll never meet again!"

After saying the last sentence, there was only a busy tone on the other end of the phone, and the organizer remained there with a confused look on his face.

In his memory, the man at the World Series, Kazuo Karasawa, behaved so solemnly and seriously, wearing all branded clothes but could handle such trivial matters so easily. It was obvious that he was an expert in dealing with harassing phone calls, which was really admirable.

Then, he called Tang Ze Kazuo again with great respect. At this time, Tang Ze Kazuo had just returned from the bathroom, patted his stomach, and saw that the same number was displayed on his phone. He felt strange and answered the call.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"You are... Kazuo Karasawa, right?" "I hope I didn't find the wrong person. The organizer knows that this possibility is unlikely."

"It's me, you are..."

Listening to the voice, Kazuo Tangze felt it sounded familiar. The more he listened, the more familiar it seemed. He suddenly remembered that the organizer was standing in front of him in the front row.

The old man who kept chattering was him. As soon as he heard the voice, Kazuo Tangze immediately recognized him.

“Oh, I am…”

"The organizer of the World Series, right?" Kazuo Karasawa's tone was a little cold, as if he didn't bother to pay attention. After all, he still had a grudge against the last time the organizing committee deliberately made trouble, and as the organizer, he did not show more fairness.

“Yeah, it’s me.

I don't want to talk to you too much, it's unlucky.

Tang Ze Kazuo was about to hang up the phone, "Wait!" The organizer's shout was so loud that Tang Ze Kazuo could hear it clearly even without turning on the speakerphone. He did not hang up and continued to listen.

"Hurry up and tell me. I need to go soak my feet in a hurry."

The organizer was relieved: "Don't take the last incident too seriously. He can re-enter the competition." Upon hearing this, Tang Ze Kazuo stood up suddenly, "Really?"

"Of course."

Immediately afterwards, Kazuo Karasawa hung up the phone and couldn't wait to call Takumi Fujiwara.

Fujiwara Takumi saw that the caller ID was Kazuo Karasawa. He was still lying on the bed with a detached look on his face: "Hello?"

He sounded exhausted and even had difficulty speaking.

"Are you sleeping? Cheer up, the chance to participate in the World Series is here again, you can go! What bad luck do you think we have?!"