Chapter 181: Motion sickness? (For the shallow dreams, the main plus 3/10)

The match between the bicycle and the alien carriage was a winner in the first 100 meters.
Bypassing the crescent-shaped corner of Aden Square, McGonagall looked back at the carriage that had been blinded and could not see the shadow. He raised a few red faces with a trace of nostalgic smile. He also participated in the university when he was in college. After a bicycle race, I took a good place.
"Wow! Really fast! They can't catch up completely, father is awesome!" Amy looked back and said happily.
"Sit firmly, let's go to school." McGonagall said with a smile, listening to the compliments of his niece, happy than taking the Tour de France, the speed slowed down a bit, but still not slow to the chaos Going in the direction.
McGonagall signed up for the Tour de France, and the speed of the sprint can reach 70km/h. This is already in the middle, but the faster professional racers can hit 80km/h, even if it is not necessarily horse racing. Can match, let alone two horses in parallel.
However, McGonagall's physical fitness is a bit poor. After sprinting for a while, I feel a little breathful. Fortunately, the performance of this system is really good. It is effortless to maintain a speed of 40km/h on the flat ground. The speed of a carriage is about 25km/h, and it is impossible to catch up with him.
With the crisp bells that sounded by the couple, a bright black bicycle carrying a large one and a small two people passed through the Aden Square, attracting pedestrians to look at them.
There was a black cloth bag in one hand on the side of the road. Haider, who was thinking about something, heard the bell and looked up. McGonagall rode his bicycle just past him. His eyes suddenly lit up and he was surprised: "Hey! Yes? There is no magic, no animal power, a man who is so thin can actually have such a speed. What kind of machinery is this? Has he solved the problem of the huge loss of human energy into mechanical energy?"
"Hey! That gentleman, you wait..." Haider looked more and more surprised, and he didn't want to be half a hundred years old. He held a cloth bag in one hand and waved and yelled.
However, McGond, who was concentrating on cycling, was unaware of it, and he did not notice that there were people behind him.
"Father, just like someone is calling us." Amy looked back with a puzzled look, but there was no one behind.
"Maybe it's a leaflet." McGonagall didn't care. He continued to drive forward with his bicycle. Anyway, in addition to the guests who came to the restaurant in the city of chaos, he didn't have an acquaintance. Even the guests were at most. Say hello, no contact and important things.
"Captain Haider, how old are you in a hurry, do you need to ride together?" A carriage stopped at the side of Haid, who was trotting, and Dix opened the curtain, and some accidentally looked at Haider. The tone is a bit respectful.
"Grander Haider is good." Udil, who was still biting the onion cake, also cried, and the small onion in his hand slowly fell down, looking a little afraid of Haider.
"It’s a little Dix, let me get on the bus and help me to chase the man who just had a ride on two wheels.
Haider looked at Dix’s eyes and gasped. Climb up the rut.
"Is there a young man with a little girl wearing a red and black cloak behind?" Dix heard the expression a little weird.
"Hey? Do you know him?" Haider had some surprises.
"Not knowing, but if you want to find him, don't worry, his destination is chaotic school, it should be the parents who send the children to school, but that is your site." Dix smiled and shook his head, Commanded: "Old Huang, go to chaos school, faster."
With a bang, the speed of the carriage was a bit faster.
"What are you?" Dix looked at Haider sitting across from him. The bald head was full of sweat, gasping and cheeks, and the cheeks were a little red. This kind of appearance rarely appeared in this chaotic school. The old dean of the School of Mechanical Engineering.
"I can't run, but I didn't exhaust my old bones." Haider heard a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall of the carriage, and said for a while: "I just saw that the thing he was riding was very strange. He looks like a thin and weak person, with a child who still has such a fast speed, there is no magic fluctuation in the whole process, it is pure mechanical transformation, it does not seem to be hard at all. If this is the case That tool may be a substitute for the carriage to become a short-distance vehicle for people."
"Well, I also think that his things are more peculiar to follow him. It is light and simple, and more flexible. It is easier to control than horses. It does not produce all kinds of manure. For urban management, if it can be promoted, absolutely It’s a good thing.
Dix also nodded with a smile and looked forward to it.
"Dicks, you really think about things from the perspective of city managers everywhere. If there are more officials like you, the president's blueprint can be promoted faster. It seems that in a few years, you should be promoted. "Hyder is full of appreciation to see Dix.
"The dean has a good reputation. It is a duty to make a decision in his position. Your old pursuit of learning is what we should learn." Dix is ​​humble.
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The bicycle stopped at the entrance of the chaotic school and did not make a slight noise. The orc security guard and the grandfather standing at the door looked at it at the same time. The eyes were first attracted by the metal-gloss bicycle of McGonagall. The white steel ring and the steel wire were dazzling under the sun, and they were the first to see the two wheels in tandem.
Then the two men's eyes fell on McGonagall and Amy, and they suddenly remembered that they had come a few days ago. Later, they didn't know where they ran into the school. They went out from the school gate, and did not expect it. It is coming again today.
"Come on, get off." McGonagall is getting ready to get off and hold Amy off.
"It's so fun! So happy!" Amy herself stood up, grabbed her hand and jumped to the floor, looking up at Meg, happy, her face full of excitement.
"After that, my father sent you to school every day." McGonagall stopped the car, buckled the triple alarm lock attached to the system, and picked up the ugly duckling lying on his back in the basket. The little guy still kept his front paws twisted. Looking up at the sky, the eyes are not focused, and the face is sturdy, as if it has not slowed down.
"Isn't it a motion sickness?" McGonagall looked at the ugly duckling, and his expression suddenly became strange. Whose cat is still stunned?