Chapter 9 Signing in in a Dream Is Too Much!

Zhou Qin is also a good person. If the process is normal, he will definitely ask the owner for a test drive.

But seeing that Zhao Feng was just standing beside the car and didn't ride on it, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency. I'm afraid this lord just got this hobby!

With such a guess in his heart, Zhou Qin certainly wouldn't ask it out of ignorance.

Instead, he asked respectfully, "Mr. Zhao, do you want us to help you put your car in the underground garage?"

When Zhao Feng heard the words, he came back to his senses: "Well! Please trouble you!"

"No trouble!"

Zhou Qin instructed a few employees to close the box of the motorcycle. Several pulleys were already fixed under the box, and now they came in handy.

All the way down the underground passage, after reaching the underground garage.

The security guards helped push the wooden box to Zhao Feng's parking space.

Because Zhao Feng's house is the largest mansion on the top floor, it also has the most parking spaces, with a row of eight parking spaces.

And this BMW PH4 RACE, plus the mess of the packing box and those tools, adds up to almost a parking space.

After securing the car, Zhou Qin took the staff to leave.

"Mr. Zhao, if you are unfamiliar with motorcycles, you can call me, and we can arrange the track and related services for you! Finally, thank you again for your trust in our company!"

Zhao Feng nodded with a smile: "You're welcome! If you need me, I will definitely call you!"

Listening to Zhou Qin's words, Zhao Feng felt that he knew that he could not ride a motorcycle.

However, what he meant was that he hoped that he would learn to ride a bicycle before driving this fierce horse.

Naturally, Zhao Feng will not be dissatisfied with this.

He glanced at the security guards who were still standing behind him.

Zhao Feng asked strangely, "Do you have anything else to do?"

The three security guards looked at each other in pairs, and then one of them said, "Mr. Zhao, we have nothing to do, we just stay here to see what your next order is."

Zhao Feng heard the words and smiled lightly at them: "It's alright, you all go back!"

Let's talk, Zhao Feng walked towards the elevator with the motorcycle key and a backpack he was given.

Inside the backpack are the cycling clothes and helmets presented by Zhou Qin and his company.

Got home and tried this jersey on.

Although it looks a bit silly to wear this thicker cycling jersey in a warm and spring-like home.

But I have to say that the style of the cycling clothes is quite handsome, especially the helmet, Zhao Feng can't help but imagine how handsome he is when he rides on the BMW HP4 RACE!

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel more resentment towards the dog system.

Can you give me some strength?

I thought about it for a while.

Zhao Feng put the clothes into an empty wardrobe in the cloakroom.

Speaking of which, it seems that I should buy some more clothes.

The clothes I brought out of the house last time were only a few pieces, which were barely enough to wear these days, but as the owner of the Ivan Mansion, I can’t keep changing it myself, it’s not that I have no money!

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng added something to his schedule.

Go shopping tomorrow afternoon.

Speaking of which, because Zhou Qin and the others interrupted just now, I haven't had time to eat lunch.

Just as he was about to send Wang Cheng a WeChat message and ask him to help him order takeout, he received a text message from Wang Cheng.

"Mr. Zhao, I have ordered lunch for you according to your habits. Is it convenient for you to eat now?"

Seeing this news, Zhao Feng smiled slightly. It seems that Wang Cheng also knows his habits. It is estimated that he learned from the security guards that he did not go out!

A random reply: "OK!"

In less than five minutes, lunch was delivered.

Check the time,

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Because of fitness in the morning, Zhao Feng was very hungry today. As a result, he usually ate all four dishes and one soup, plus two bowls of rice.

Throw utensils in the automatic dishwasher in the kitchen.

Zhao Feng lay on the sofa like a salted fish.

Looking at his belly bulging because he had eaten too much, Zhao Feng suddenly felt that the road to developing abdominal muscles was a long way to go.

Depressed for a moment.

Zhao Feng soon became excited again.

There is nothing that can't be solved by eating chicken, if not, then two!

After playing the game for a while, the time gradually came to night.

Maybe it’s because I ate late at noon, and I ate a little bit, so I’m really not very hungry at night! It's easy to make a fruit salad, play games, and eat it as a snack. It's dinner today.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Zhao Feng, who yawned, went to bed and quickly fell asleep.

In his sleep, Zhao Feng suddenly had a dream.

I dreamed that I was wearing a black windbreaker and riding on a pitch-black race. If I looked carefully, this was my BMWPH4RACE!

For some reason, the faint sense of crisis that appeared behind him made Zhao Feng continue to speed up.

Concentrating on cycling, Zhao Feng may have been confused by the dream. Looking at the magnificent scene of the red sun rising in the sky, he silently said, "Sign in!"

boom!

A large stream of information surged violently into Zhao Feng's mind.

It's all about the various postures of motorcycle riding...ahem...knowledge!

At that moment, Zhao Feng seemed to have suddenly learned to control the beast under his crotch. He twisted the accelerator with his right hand, and made a coordinated action with his feet, and the speed was stretched a lot in vain.

...

In the bedroom, lying flat on the bed, Zhao Feng's hands and feet cooperated to make corresponding subtle movements, while the hour hand on the small alarm clock on the bedside table just stopped at the number one, and the minute hand crossed the number zero to catch up.

. . .

"Fuck~!"

Zhao Feng suddenly woke up from his dream.

Just now he dreamed that he learned to ride a bicycle in his dream, and also rode a BMW PH4 RACE for a long time, until he finally crossed a mountain, but there was no road below, and he was about to install it on the rock, he immediately exclaimed speak out.

Touching his face, he thought his face was covered in cold sweat, but Zhao Feng found that there was nothing on his face.

Looking at the time, it was just past six thirty-five.

The relaxed Zhao Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Leaning on the head of the bed for a while, he came back to his senses, and silently recited the sign-in.

However, the system was found to be silent.

Zhao Feng, who was suddenly startled, hurriedly sank into his mind, and found that when the system was still there, his mood calmed down a little.

Check out the system space.

But found a small blue notebook in the space.

After a closer look, I found that on the cover was written: "Motorcycle Driver's License" in six gilt characters.

Taking it in his hand and looking at it, Zhao Feng thought about his own dream, and immediately came back to it.

I'm going~!

He can even sign in in his dream.

This is too ridiculous!

The dog system simply has no bottom line.

However, holding this small blue notebook, the knowledge and skills of driving motorcycles that emerged in his mind told Zhao Feng that he could already ride a bicycle now.

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel excited.

After getting up in a hurry, after a brief wash, I changed into that cycling suit, went out with a helmet and took the elevator downstairs.

Speaking of which, this cycling suit looks like a handsome jacket, and it matches the BMW PH4 RACE better!