Blaise's Velocity Trials Chapter 1

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The man in a black suit sat quietly on the sofa. The bright red skirt in the glass slowly rotated along the curve of the wine glass, returning to calm.

This is a party after a wedding.

The groom's left hand is holding a loose tie, and the collar of his white shirt is slightly opened, revealing the slender neck line. His eyes are lazy but with a slight smile, as if he is walking on the clouds.

Originally, it would be a very pleasing sight for a man like this to clink glasses with guests with red wine, but instead he was carrying two bottles of beer.

"Hey... Vann Ellis..." The groom, Chen Mobai, sat down on the sofa and turned to look at Ellis.

Ellis thought to himself that this was probably what the Chinese call peach blossom eyes.

"You're a little drunk." Ellis put down the glass of wine.

His voice was cold, and in such a drunken air, people couldn't help but wake up.

"How did you know I was a little drunk?"

"Because you called me by my first name."

The groom, Chen Mobai, reached out and moved the wine glass in front of him, and solemnly placed the beer he brought in front of him.

"Then you should get yourself a little drunk. Don't get too sober... life is short, enjoy yourself while you can."

"So how am I going to have fun?"

"Do what you want to do." Chen Mobai tapped his finger in the air.

"How to do what I want to do?" Ellis asked again.

"If you want something, don't shut up your desire, let it be completely released, and give it all to that person. Let him be drowned by your desire... Even if you don't say a word, the other person He'll be as crazy about you as you want him to be."

Chen Mobai took a sip of beer from the bottle.

"Can you succeed without saying a word?"

Ellis's voice was always faint, like an ancient river, flowing from one end to the other along its permanent trajectory.

"Don't think so much, just have fun..." Chen Mobai stood up and walked towards the small figure who was chatting happily with his friends.

He didn't say anything, just looked at his bride with a smile, slowly pulled her out from among his friends, lowered himself to brush the tip of his nose against hers, and then continued to look at each other.

The air became slow, and everyone's heart seemed to be touched by a hand.

Friends shouted "I can't stand it", "He started abusing the dog again", "Let's go home".

Ellis nodded and said goodbye to the host, picked up the wine bottle on the table, and left with the guests.

The moment he closed the door, Chen Mobai's voice sounded: "Hey...Ellis..."

"Huh?" Ellis turned around.

"You can be very S3xy." Chen Mobai smiled.

Ellis raised his hand and turned to leave.

He hailed a taxi and came to a cemetery. The entrance door has been closed, all the lights have been extinguished, leaving only the moonlight falling on the undulating tombstones like a veil.

It doesn't look scary, on the contrary, it's quiet and peaceful, as if all the complexity in the world has been silenced.

Ellis turned his face sideways, looking vague and mysterious under the backlight.

"Carpe diem?"

I saw this slender figure take two steps back, then rush towards the iron gate with great explosive force and jump over it.

After landing, he pulled off his tie and threw it aside. He turned around and picked up the beer bottle on the other side of the door from between the iron bars.

Row after row of tombstones seemed to be stubbornly looking up at the night sky, waiting for his arrival, but Ellis walked straight to the innermost part without any hesitation and stopped.

Buried there was his only rival in this life--Alden.

How ironic is it that a top Formula One driver died in a car accident?

What's even more ironic is that no matter how many so-called "geniuses" come one after another from now on, he, Vann Ellis, is still the lone king.

Ellis placed the beer in front of Alden's tombstone and curved his lips, seeming to lift up the night calmly.

"Alden...don't you think that if you are going to die, it would be more cost-effective for me to kill you?"

"Do you still remember that on my birthday, you said you would grant me a wish? My wish is... I hope you live and love me like I love you, crazy."

He leaned down, still maintaining a restrained and elegant posture, and leaned his forehead gently on the other person's tombstone.

Early the next morning, Ellis sat up, holding his head.

The phone rang, and he grabbed it casually. The name flashing on it surprised him.

That was the name of his former physical fitness coach. They ended their partnership five years ago. The coach later went to sell sporting goods and became a very successful businessman.

"Hey, Ellis! I've been waiting for you for almost ten minutes! It's not like you to be late for training!"

"You were waiting for me? Why?" Ellis sat up.

"Why are you waiting for you? Are you okay? Is the fitness coach waiting for you just to watch a movie together?"

Ellis frowned and wanted to say something, but he still stood up and opened the curtains.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling, and when he saw the billboard opposite the building clearly, he was stunned.

That was an ad for a popular movie from five years ago!

The scene on the street and the clothes of the pedestrians made him feel strange yet familiar.

And the bronze statue was demolished two years ago, but now it stands there clearly.

Everything is the same as in memory, but yet different.

"What day...is it today?" Ellis asked, closing his eyes.

"What happened on May 12th?" The coach was a little confused.

In his impression, Ellis was very orderly in everything he did, even a little obsessive... How could he not remember what day it was?

"What year?" Ellis's fingers were clasping the phone tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.

The moment he heard the year, Ellis threw the phone on the bed, ran to the desk, opened the drawer, took out the schedule, and quickly spread it out.

His eyes looked from top to bottom until the moment he saw that name, his pupils seemed to explode.

---Evan Alden, Jace Racing Team.

The still time was running wildly at that moment.

Chapter 1 Your pants are not zipped up

"Alden! Alden, come out! What the hell were you driving today! Why didn't you stop Duchovny for me! This is the team's strategy! Don't you understand?"

The roar seemed to burst the eardrums.

The young man sitting on the toilet rolled his eyes at the ceiling, took out his mobile phone and played Xiaoxiao Music, and turned up the sound at the same time.

"Fcuk □□family! Get out of here!"

"My parents went to see God, and your whole family has to go there to Fcuk!" Alden said nonchalantly.

"You little brat who can't even grow feathers on your bird, open the door!"

Alden tilted his head and carefully recalled whether there was any hair on his body, and then said helplessly: "The hair on my bird is quite long. How about I take a photo and send it to you?"

After a pause of one second, Maddie kicked the door so hard that Alden's phone almost fell into the hole.

"Alden! You stammerer! Are you afraid that I can't even Fcuking speak out when you see me, so you won't Fcuking come out!"

Alden curled his lips. Basically, he would be speechless only when he was very excited, but he was not excited now and his tongue was very easy to use.

"Hey, McGrady...seriously, if I had the ability to stop Duchovny, I wouldn't be a rookie who can't even score points."

Duchovny ranked fourth in the individual points in last year's Formula One Grand Prix. Isn't it as easy to deal with him, a kid who has only started three races, as to chop melons and vegetables?

Alden's voice had a lazy "none of my business, you have no business" flavor.

A fire started burning on top of McGrady's head, and he roared: "Why don't you just say that you can't even get points in the three races so far, so just get out!"

Well, that kind of stung Alden's little self-esteem.

So...we hurt each other?

I'll give you a big gift.

Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t even be able to get out of the bathroom door. My phone is almost out of battery and I can’t play Match Play!

Alden unscrewed the drink bottle lying on the ground, slowly unbuttoned his pants, and whispered softly.

"Maddie, are you still there?" Alden's timid voice sounded.

Then the door was kicked hard again.

"You little B@st@ard! I'm still here!"

Alden had a wicked smile on his lips, stood on the toilet lid, and quickly smashed the drink bottle out of the crack in the door.

After only hearing a crash, Maddie's roar almost overturned the ceiling of the bathroom!

"Evan Alden---I'm going to kill you!"

This time, the door was really kicked open!

Alden was not surprised at all. In fact, it was a miracle that this door could withstand Maddie's attack for so long.

Maddie's shoulders were boiling with anger, his whole body was in embarrassment, and his eyes were about to burst into Alden's body. He pulled Alden off the toilet and saw that his fist was about to hit Alden's face, and a cold voice sounded from the door.

"If you don't need the bathroom, please get out."

The air pressure dropped suddenly, making people's hearts sink.

The other party's voice was obviously not loud, but there was an illusion that the brain was being suppressed.

McGrady's original angry expression was replaced by surprise. The moment his hand released, Alden suddenly dodged and retreated out of McGrady's attack range.

"Ellis..." Maddie didn't expect this person to appear at all.

Ellis said nothing, just glanced at the pool of liquid on the ground, and walked calmly to the sink.

This was the first time Alden had seen Vann Ellis so close.

This man, like himself, obtained an F1 license at the age of eighteen. Ferrari recognized heroes and signed this young player from England. His coldness and arrogance once made him unpopular in the industry, but in the past three years, Ellis has overcome all obstacles and achieved dazzling results. Last year, he won the second place in the personal total score.

His handsome facial features and aristocratic temperament from England have attracted countless female car fans. Some media even wrote: Ellis has a kind of abstinent S3x appeal.

He spoke very little, and the media barely captured him smiling.

Both his skills and appearance were outstanding, which made Alden standing aside secretly feel sour in his heart.

One was the future king predicted by the media, and the other was the newcomer ranked at the bottom...Alden suddenly felt that such an encounter hurt his self-esteem a bit...although he still felt that he had no self-esteem.

Wait, now is not the time to be sour. If he doesn't leave now, he will be beaten into mud by McGrady and put in the toilet!

Alden moved quietly towards the door, and Maddie was walking towards him quickly.

It’s over, you’ll still get beaten if you go out!

But at least it was worth it!

At this moment, Ellis's voice sounded.

"Alden."

Like an edge of ice falling into warm water, Alden's shoulders trembled. He had never imagined how Ellis would sound when he pronounced his name.

He felt that he must have heard wrongly and took another step forward, but his name was pronounced again by that unique voice.

"Alden."

"you call me?"

Alden opened his eyes wide and pointed at himself.

Ellis's back was turned to him, and he was wiping his hands with a tissue slowly.

Among racing drivers, Ellis's figure is definitely rare and tall and slender. Even from his back, he has broad shoulders and narrow H!ps, and his legs are so beautiful that you want to break them.

Alden began to secretly feel sour again. He stared at the pool of liquid on the ground, suddenly hoping that Ellis would step on it when he turned around. Will his emotionless face crack?

Ellis threw the tissue into the trash can and turned around, as if he had been carefully calculated. His toes were almost one centimeter away from the pool of liquid.

Alden sighed secretly.

It's a pity that I didn't step on it.

However, he did not forget that the other party called his name just now, twice.

"Is there a problem?"

To be honest, Alden was quite surprised that Ellis could call his name.

Of course, McGrady, who was about to beat him up, was also surprised.

Ellis turned around and looked at Alden with his ice-blue eyes.

His eyes were beautifully defined and had an indescribable depth. No wonder a well-known female media personality once wrote half-jokingly in a column: Don’t look at Vann Ellis for more than three seconds, otherwise you will lose yourself.

He walked toward Alden, getting closer.

"Your pants are not zipped up."

"Huh? What?" Alden couldn't recover.

The other person didn't say it a second time, but directly raised his hand. When his fingertips touched the zipper of Alden's jeans, Alden seemed to be able to feel the other person's other hand gently pressing on his most sensitive part. .

The sound of the zipper rubbed against Alden's heart.

Ellis tilted his face slightly, lowered his eyes, time slowed down and his breathing dragged on, and Alden's mind was at a loss.

Then, the other party walked past him, as if the conversation they just had had never happened.

A few seconds later, McGrady said, "When did you become friends with Vann Ellis?"

Alden shook his head blankly: "Today...we talked for the first time!"

"Really?" Maddie turned her face sideways, her expression becoming ferocious again.

Alden finally turned around and ran all the way.

"Evan Alden---I'm going to break your neck!"

So, on the way back to New York on the plane, Alden wore sunglasses the whole time because he was given two panda eyes by Tracy McGrady.

Mr. Jace, the team manager, was sitting next to him.

"Alden... I know you have just entered Formula One and haven't fully adapted to it yet. It's only been three races, and you still have a long way to go. Let your nerves get tight." Okay?" Jace asked.

Tighten up?

How can I get tighter?

Otherwise, why don't you stretch one and let me see?

"I know, McGrady told you, there is him without me, there is me without him. Just because I didn't block Duchovny behind him."

"Listen, Alden...if you think about it there are so many drivers trying to get into Formula 1 every year, why did we choose you? Of course because our entire team thinks you have potential! Duchovny You are indeed a very famous rising star, but you also have your own strengths. As long as you focus and give it a try..."

"Isn't it because it's cheap?" Alden tilted his head and did not take off his sunglasses.

"What?" Jace didn't understand what Alden meant when he suddenly said this.

"You chose me because my annual salary is cheap, 250,000 euros."

Jace opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.

Alden tilted his head and continued to sleep.

It is estimated that starting from the next race, he will change from the official driver of Jace Racing Team to the test driver.

That's fine. When others are competing, you can squat next to them, smoke cigarettes, and play mobile games.

And...exit when it's time to exit.

Mr. Jace sighed, and after a long time he said: "There is a charity dinner hosted by Ferrari this Saturday night, and we are also invited. You can go too." Jace said.

"I still don't want to show up. I'm afraid McGrady won't be able to smile in front of the media."

Jace knew that Alden didn't like to deal with the media, so he advised: "Just treat it as if you are going to eat snacks and drink champagne."

"I can't drink."

"Oh... I forgot that you are under twenty-one." Jace said with a deliberately regretful tone, "but you can eat snacks and look at the beautiful women."

"Okay...I'll go." Alden sighed in his heart. He knew that if he didn't go, Mr. Jace would keep trying to persuade him, giving him more than three hundred and sixty reasons, and without repeating them, he wouldn't be able to sleep for even a minute.

When the plane arrived, Alden carried his bag and returned to his small apartment in New York. He threw the bag away and lay down on the bed.

Alone alone... so boring...

He turned on his computer and randomly searched for news about the previous race.

The first thing that popped up was Ferrari's media conference after the race.

Ellis was sitting next to the team manager. Almost all the media's questions were directed at him, but it was the team manager who answered the questions.

"Ellis, you are only 0.5 seconds away from catching up with "Great White Shark" Shire in this race. In the next races, you feel that you will become the biggest obstacle to Shire's defense of the championship. ?"

Asking the question is renowned Formula One contributor Audrey Wilson.