Chapter Sixteen: Motorcycle Racing

  A room full of students, silent as a mouse, all eyes fixed on me and Xiaoran. The air was thick with tension, like the smell of gunpowder, I faced her piercing gaze calmly, our eyes locked in a spark-like connection, crackling with electricity.

  "You're looking for trouble! Dare to go against me? Don't regret it!" She pointed at my nose, said that and then walked out of the classroom with big strides.

  "What else are you looking at?" Ji Dong roared, scaring away a group of people who were sticking their heads out the window. The students in the classroom also quickly returned to their seats.

  "Winter melon! I really have to reevaluate you! How did you grow up with such a personality?" I smiled and looked at him.

  "People are always changing, and you're no exception. The current you is the Mimi I used to know." He lightly punched my shoulder.

  "Yes! I'm finally back! Sorry to keep you waiting!" I beamed a bright smile at him.

  After school in the afternoon, I walked out with my head down, following the scattered crowd. The campus was not as lively as before, and it seemed that a large number of people had left after the graduation of the third-year high school students.

  Will Zhang Ze Yu go to college after graduation or continue to mix? Donggua said he studied well, so if he did very well this time, he should go to a first-tier city to study. In that case, I will rarely see him and can escape from his clutches?

  "Look! Look over there!"

  "Wow! So stylish!"

  "He's incredibly handsome! It's just that he looks too intimidating, if only he could be more approachable!"

  "Hey! Keep your voice down! You want to die?! He used to be a big shot in the underworld, if he hears you, you're done for!"

  "Hey! He seems to be looking over here!"

  "I'm so nervous!"

  Two little girls chattering excitedly beside me, their conversation entering my ears, piqued my curiosity and I raised my head to follow their gaze, then froze.

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  Outside the school gate, ten meters away, under a large willow tree, a pure black motorcycle was parked. A tall boy sat sideways on it with his long legs crossed, his brown hair shining with a faint golden light in the sunset. He wore a white T-shirt and deep blue jeans, with both hands naturally inserted into his pockets. His face had no expression, but when he lazily glanced towards the gate, his gaze stopped.

  As if discovering prey, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up, he suddenly stood up and walked towards this side at a steady pace, attracting attention along the way, and whispers began again in the crowd.

  "So excited! I can still see him!"

  "Oh! Have you heard? Ji Yu has a girlfriend now, and she's from our school!"

  "So he's here to pick up his girlfriend? She must be very pretty! Otherwise, how could she match him?"

  "Yes! Strong, handsome and rich, except a bit cold... I wish my boyfriend was like that too!"

  Uh... Little Cool? That term doesn't suit him at all, Devil is more like it! So he used to be a big shot in the underworld? No wonder he's so self-centered and has an intimidating aura when he gets angry. He's definitely not your average person. So that means he's retired now and still attending high school until graduation? Someone who was once a big shot but is now a student, he must be one of a kind. No wonder everyone fears him, and yet there are still dozens of thugs following him even after he stepped down. He can't possibly have the charm to make men like him too, right?

  I used to have a group of hoodlum brothers who called each other brothers, often gathering together, and beating up anyone they didn't like. Later when I said I wanted to leave the gang and focus on studying, those brothers all came to beat me up before letting me go.

  At that time, I was just a little kid who had only been on the road for a few days. Zhang Ze Yu is now even stronger than me back then, even if he has retired. It seems that he still took into account my gender and didn't think of seriously dealing with me. I couldn't compete with him head-on, so I had to come up with a thorough plan first. As long as he doesn't make things difficult for me or do anything excessive, I'll temporarily endure the hardship for a while longer, waiting for an opportunity to break through the siege.

  The two flower-crazy girls beside me were excitedly squeezed together and screamed, I stood there in a daze waiting for him to approach, looking at that perfect handsome face, listening to the surrounding gasps of admiration, feeling an urge to run away. But I had already decided to face it, calm down...

  He walked up to me with a swagger, and when his hand landed on my shoulder, I inadvertently caught sight of the mischievous grin on his face, and suddenly I got goosebumps all over.

  "Ah la! Not!"

  "Is one beauty paired with one ugliness really a trend?"

  "How can she be so shameless? She's so ugly yet still has the nerve to stand beside Yu Ge?"

  "Some people just don't have self-awareness!"

  All the boys and girls who are watching the excitement looked at me with a disgusted gaze, can't they change to something fresh for once? Boring! Say whatever you want, your mouth is on your body, it has nothing to do with me. Just enjoy him putting his arm around me, with a confident smile on my face, and strutting along with him, also deliberately annoying those people who have been looking at me with disdain.

  "Get on." He swung his leg over and straddled a massive motorcycle that was almost as tall as I was, reaching for the black helmet.

  I stood there in a daze, holding a shiny golden helmet in my arms, which was quite heavy. Wearing it would probably be awkward and uncomfortable, and might even strain my neck...

  "Why should I sit like this when I'm wearing a skirt?" I lowered my head and pouted, then handed over the helmet with both hands, "And this one, I don't want to wear it!"

  "Stop talking so much, just come up quickly!" He was impatient, grabbing the round object from my hand.

  She swallowed her saliva, smoothed out her skirt, and then they held hands, slightly turning their bodies to the side, with one foot on the footrest and the other hand supporting the seat. After exerting herself for a long time, she still couldn't conquer this swaying motorcycle. Just as she was sighing, he lightly pulled her up like a spring, and in the midst of losing balance, she hastily grabbed onto his sleeve, which felt soft and good to the touch. After stabilizing a bit, she quickly let go and grasped the handle behind her.

  "If you don't want to die, hold on tight." He glanced at me, who was leaning back with my whole body, and that handle was my lifeline.

  "Why don't we walk today, I'm begging you! I've never ridden this thing...... slow down......" My hair stood on end, my voice trembling.

  "Hold onto me if you want to be safe, come here." He turned his head and said to me with a sly smile in his eyes.

  I shook my head slightly and frequently, then grasped the handle tightly. He slightly hooked up the corner of his mouth and sat up straight. As the engine started, the car body shook violently, and I shook with it. The moment the motorcycle shot out, I let out a scream, and in an instant, I reflexively leaned forward, just in time to hug his waist, my nose also heavily bumped against him, fortunately not being left behind by inertia.

  The strong summer wind blew my skirt, the surrounding houses and trees quickly retreated backwards, pedestrians on the road hastily gave way to us, and even the passing cars honked their horns in warning. I stiffly leaned against his back, which was very wide and warm, with waves of warmth flowing straight to my heart. The scorching wind stung my skin, making me clench his clothes tightly, not daring to relax, and sweat seeped out from the palms of my hands. I felt like I was completely his girlfriend, he had eaten all the tofu, occupied all the cheap things, and now I was still clinging to him shamelessly, but in this situation, there really was no room for choice!

  After sitting on the car, I never felt stable. He seemed to deliberately twist and turn his head, dodging left and right. My soft screams were intermittent and drowned out by the hot wind.

  One turn after another, my heart was suspended in mid-air, swinging up and down like a swing. My calf kept touching the scorching exhaust pipe from time to time, stiffly hanging in the air, so tired, couldn't hold on anymore, burned again, then hung in the air... Besides holding him tightly, there was no better way. Breathing rapidly, heartbeat wildly, I couldn't tell whether it was because of fear or that familiar scent on his body.

  A person who often goes to bars and smokes when feeling depressed, why doesn't he have that kind of pungent smell on his body? Instead, it's a light and refreshing scent, really puzzling. It seems that what's hard to understand isn't just this, just like Xiaorong said, the gentle him in the past, is he the same as the one seen at the dance party? And did that warm and refined young man become so cold-blooded just because of his father's departure? Big brother, do you need to be so fragile?!

  "Hold on." His voice was muffled inside his helmet.

  The sun sets in the west, and the wind rushes past my ears. My senses are all numb, I frown tightly, and don't have time to think about what he's saying. Just when I finally get used to it, my body suddenly starts tilting again, with a tendency to fall. Subconsciously, I wrap my arms around his waist, huh, so slender, hard and stiff, is that muscle? The weather was already hot, and now my face feels like it's on fire, and I'm sweating all over.

  We slowly opened our eyes to find ourselves speeding along the riverbank. The rippling water, the streetlights that had already lit up before sunset, the empty road, and the white lines flashing by on the asphalt road made him even more reckless. I was so scared that my soul was almost gone, and all I could do was continue to hold onto him tightly, my head pressed against his back, almost burying myself in his clothes. My skirt flew up, but I didn't care if it was blown away or not. My messy short hair whipped against my face like a saltwater-soaked whip, stinging painfully! At this moment, I finally understood why most girls love to have long hair but hate wearing skirts.