Under the roar of the bright red Ferrari FXX engine, it shot out of the underground parking lot like an arrow leaving the bow. The instantaneous acceleration was even reminiscent of a rocket that was about to take off.
The perfect and smooth appearance, the speed and excitement that made people's blood boil, it was no wonder that so many men liked sports cars.
Ferrari had incorporated the concept of F1 racing cars into their sports cars. There were only 29 of them in the world, and the price was as high as 1.5 million euros.
Of course, there were many people in the world who could afford it. However, in order to get this car, one first had to be officially recognized by the Ferrari competition and have owned at least two Ferrari sports cars for more than two years. One also needed social influence and driving control.
The young man named Sho Kamiya, whether it was the past him or the present him, naturally did not have the right to do so. This car actually belonged to the father of this body, and he had only borrowed it to drive it. However, from the Ferrari company's regulations, it could be seen that the middle-aged man who was very stable now was probably not a quiet person when he was young.
Tokyo was even livelier on weekends. Without the busyness of working days, this fast-paced city could barely be considered idle on weekends. Couples on the roadside held hands and laughed. In such a modern big city, it was rare to see children and old people on the roadside. Most of them were young people. Occasionally, when they passed by a park, they would see the old people swaying and the lively and laughing children. They had contributed their lives to this country. He spent the rest of his life here, watching his grandson laugh and play. All of this formed a modern city. It seemed to be closely connected, but compared to those villages and towns in the countryside, it was more distant.
The weekend in Tokyo was less rushed. The red Ferrari roared across the road, attracting people to stop. No matter which country it was, before the world was completely unified, those with wealth would always be the top of the pyramid, the privilege of the few.
The man who didn't know anything about cars just watched the gorgeous sports car pass by with envy. The man who knew about cars commented on it and talked about the history of the car. He excitedly introduced one of the only twenty-nine cars in the world to his female companion.
The girl was not pretty. She was the kind that would be difficult to find in a crowd. Her eyes were filled with envy. She had once fantasized about being Snow White and accepting the proposal of a handsome prince riding a white horse with a red face under his mesmerizing smile.
However, now that he had grown up, his childhood dreams had been shattered. The story of Snow White and the prince was just a fairy tale. In reality, it was better to buy a lottery than to fantasize about it. Gradually, people became realistic and stopped asking for things that did not belong to them.
"If you like cars so much, work hard and buy one!”
The woman retracted her envious gaze and shifted her gaze to the man beside her.
He is not his own dream, Prince Charming. He is not rich. He is a rich boy. He looks mediocre. He works mediocre. He is even a little dull. He will be excited when he meets something he likes. He will not even be a little romantic when he is ordinary.
However, she still liked this man who looked like a boy because she knew that he was the most suitable for her. He was honest and had nothing to do with being a scumbag. As a marriage partner, he was indeed an ideal choice.
The cruel reality had long made women know that if they did not have the life of a princess, they should not expect to live a princess's life.
"Haha…that's a Ferrari FXX, I'll never be able to buy one in my lifetime, Baihui Chan.”
The man rubbed his head with a silly smile. He did not have the self-awareness to say unambitious words in front of the girl he liked at all.
"However, a normal family car isn't a problem. If I work hard for a year, I'll definitely have enough money to buy a car next year. Although it can't compare to the FXX, I'll still drive the car and take Hyaki-chan out of Tokyo to other places.”
The man seemed to have suddenly understood. After a pause, he began to imagine the future and speak sweet words.
The girl named Hyaki-chan felt a sweetness in her heart. She leaned her head on the man's shoulder and softly hummed.
He took one last look at the sports car that was already far away. Sometimes, dreams always made people want to continue.
Shino
Miyagu didn't know about the sweet love between lovers that happened on the roadside just now. He was now leaning against the driver's seat, looking ahead in a daze.
There was a traffic jam...
As an international metropolis, the second largest city in the world, and the most populated city in Tokyo, it was normal for there to be a traffic jam near the city center.
The car owners who were also stuck in the traffic jam all looked at him. Sensing the envious and jealous gazes, Shino Miyagi turned his head around. The people who were looking at him subconsciously turned their heads away, not daring to face him.
This was a country with strict hierarchy. Other than the hierarchy between the elderly and the young, in the capitalist world, the only thing that reflected a person's social status was money.
In fact, this car was not qualified to be on the road, and Shino Miyagi did not have a driver's license. However, as long as he did not drive more than 200 miles per hour in the city center and kill a few people, he could turn a blind eye to some things, whether it was Japan or China.
In the beginning, when he was driving his sports car and seeing the envious and jealous gazes of the people, Shino Miyagi was very proud, just like a villain who had achieved success. It was a little unbearable to look at. But now, he had gotten used to it and was numb to it. Occasionally, he would even feel a little ashamed, because all of this did not belong to him. He was just a thief, a thief who stole other people's names, bodies, and even their families and memories.
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, he slowly drove from Chiyoda District to Nerima District.
"Other than acting tough, it has no other use.”
Sho Miyagi parked the car in the garage in the courtyard and patted the steering wheel.
This kind of sports car, which was made with the concept of racing, could only drive slowly in this congested city. It could not display its speed and explosive power. If cars had souls, they would definitely complain.
Nerima District was located at the border of Tokyo's periphery. It could be said to be a suburb. Although it had a large population, it was relatively large. It was not as prosperous as the city center, where high-rise buildings could be seen everywhere. Other than the occasional tall residential area, there were also many small courtyards.
It was more like a small town than an international city.
In order to avoid those who knew him, Sho Miyagi, who had transmigrated to this world, reluctantly took out a portion of his savings to buy this small courtyard.
This house did not belong to his father. It truly belonged to him. Shino Miyagi, who had started everything from scratch, felt that this place was more like a home.
Now, he had no income, and he came out alone. He was using all the savings of the previous owner of this body. Sometimes, when Sho Miyagi thought about it, he felt quite embarrassed. He was clearly a transmigrator, but he had accomplished nothing. He even needed the original owner's money to support himself. It was really embarrassing for the transmigrators!
There was a small courtyard in front of the house. It wasn't very big, but he could plant flowers and plants in his spare time. Behind the house was a warehouse. Shino Miyagi had cleared it out and used it as a temporary garage.
He took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.
"Woof woof!"
As soon as the door was opened, a white thing wagged its tail and ran over happily, jumping into Shino Miyagi's arms.
"Jojo, did you look after the house properly?”
The white Labrador raised its front leg and rested it on Shino Miyagi's shoulder. It licked Shino Miyagi's face with its bright red tongue and wagged its tail.
"How long has it been? You've grown so big.”
Touching the fur on the Labrador's back, the dog named Jojo finally let go of its owner and let him in.
This was the purebred Labrador that Shino Miyagi bought when he bought this house after he transmigrated. In his previous life, this dog had always been with him, although the name Jojo was a little strange.
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