Insufficient balance

  Yan Ying felt her hair being wrapped around, the truck pulling on her hair, dragging herself forward. If she didn't take action, she would undoubtedly be pulled off her hair, dragged off her scalp, and then she might be rolled under the wheels, crushed into a rotten persimmon by the huge wheels.

  She quickly understood how to save herself based on her experience of frequent exercise and her own quick reaction. In an instant, she stepped on the accelerator, shifted gears, accelerated the speed, and kept the speed of the small bird car consistent with that of the truck.

  The huge car carriage is both long and tall, and in this hot summer season, the surface of the carriage is abnormally scorching. From some small gaps on the carriage, cold air is emanating from inside to outside, mixed with a hint of bloody smell, rushing into the nostrils, making people feel nauseous. It seems that what's being transported inside might be frozen meat products.

  Yan's right hand grasped the handlebars, controlling the balance of the bicycle. The speedometer showed 40 kilometers per hour. With her left hand, she tried to grab her hair and pull it out. But as soon as she stretched out her left hand, the bicycle and her body tilted immediately, the wheels skidded, and she almost fell over, rolling under the truck's wheels.

  Yan Ying could only use her left hand to grab a protruding iron block on the car body, making herself safe. The iron block was scorching hot under the intense sunlight, and even after sunset, it still retained some heat. She immediately let go of her hand and grabbed it again, repeating this process until her left hand became familiar with the temperature of the iron block. It seemed that her left hand could only be used to grab the truck's car body and couldn't be spared. Wanting to use her left hand to pull out her own hair was even more impossible.

  She held the truck's trailer with her left hand, letting the truck's momentum propel herself and the bird-shaped vehicle forward. The bird-shaped vehicle made a faint humming noise, like a bird chirping, as if a small bird was carrying her on its back.

  Yan Ying let out a sigh of relief, grateful that she had changed to her new Little Bird bicycle before the start of school. If not for this coincidence, she would have immediately collapsed from the shock. She could only temporarily ensure her safety, thank goodness for my Little Bird bike.

  Yan Ying entrusted a small bird to the car, trying to use force to shake her head back, using the power of her head to pull her hair out twice, but the more anxious she became, the more she couldn't get it out. Even in the face of the wind blowing, she felt as if there was a hand inside the icebox pulling her hair into the icebox. She tried again twice, but her hair got tangled even more.

  Yan Ying was pulling her own hair while rushing to the driver's cab of the large truck, shouting loudly in an attempt to make the driver aware that someone had been rolled under the ice box and to stop the vehicle immediately. However, for some reason, despite Yan Ying's cries, the driver of the red large truck seemed not to have heard anything and showed no signs of slowing down, continuing straight along the mountain road.

  Yan Ying had a lot of experience riding in the mountains, and she judged that the road on Longshan Mountain was narrow and winding, with steep slopes. There were also tree branches and leaves stretching out from the side of the road, and at the turns, there were cliffs just tens of meters away. If she didn't quickly free herself from the truck, she would either be pulled under the wheels or fall off the cliff. Moreover, there were no surveillance cameras in the mountains, so even if something happened, no one would know what had become of the car, and she would have no way to get help.

  Xiao Xiao and the three of them were fooling around when they saw Yan Ying's hair getting tangled in a truck, and they were shocked. The three immediately reacted and Lu Feng waved his hand, shouting: "Charge, let's save her!" Before he even started, Xiao Xiao had already ridden out on her bicycle.

  The bicycle pedals swiftly, shifting gears instantly to eighth gear, both feet pedaling furiously like a rocket, dashing towards the truck on the highway. He rode his bike and soon saw the red truck, which was speeding away with some distance already between them. Yan was struggling desperately there, the situation extremely urgent.

  His heart was racing with excitement, his legs pedaling furiously as he strained to propel the bicycle forward. The speedometer reached fifty kilometers per hour. Suddenly, the front wheel hit a stone and the bike bounced up into the air, suspended for half a second before crashing heavily to the ground, throwing him off the saddle. His buttocks were severely jolted, and instantly his lower abdomen felt bloated, as if it was about to burst open, causing him extreme discomfort.

  Xiao Xiao continued to ride his bicycle forward, knowing that there was still a large amount of beer from lunchtime lingering in his body, which had already turned into urine and was stored in his bladder. At this moment, being jolted by the stones, he suddenly felt an intense urge to urinate, unable to hold it in any longer. However, at this critical juncture, he had to rescue Yan Ying, and couldn't afford to slack off even a bit; wanting to stop and pee by the side of the road was simply out of the question.

  At this moment, in order to save Yan Ying, I can only hold my breath and endure. But the more you hold it in, the harder it is to hold back. And with both legs moving violently up and down, the car seat shaking back and forth, the urine was about to flow out by itself.

  "Oh no!"

  The hissing sound of clenched teeth, the distorted expression of painful screaming, can't a living person really be killed by holding in their pee? He closed his eyes in dismay, but as soon as he did, he thought of that infuriating and exhilarating feeling when he urinated on the mountain path heading north. The more he thought about it, the more unbearable it became. Dammit.

  They rushed north and saw Xiao Xiao dash out, disappearing from view in a moment. The two exchanged a glance, quickly tidied up their belongings, slung them over their shoulders, and set off in pursuit of the truck. Both were fond of sports and had strong legs.

  Lu's luggage was light, but because he had a guitar on his back, he paid attention to taking care of the guitar and was afraid that the bumps would damage it, so he didn't dare use all his strength, so the speed was slower than when heading north.

  He headed north from a young age, training at the foot of Changbai Mountain, with a strong and sturdy body. He only carried a small backpack with few things inside, so he was naturally fearless. He held his head high and ran forward like a tiger tank crushing the ground. After running for a while, he saw Lu Feng falling behind and shouted at him to speed up. He loudly scolded him for running too slowly, saying that if they continued like this, they would only be able to collect Yan Ying's body when they arrived.

  Lu Peng thought of Yan Ying, and his desire to rescue her suddenly surged. He picked up his hat and took big strides, but unexpectedly twisted his ankle. "I've sprained my foot!" he shouted loudly, squatting down on the ground with a thud. Sitting on the ground, he yelled out loud, thinking that if Xiao Xiao were here, she would definitely come over to pull him up.

  Xiao Xiao rode his bicycle, feeling like he was going to die from holding in his urine. He looked ahead at the red truck and lifted his buttocks off the seat, standing up on the pedals with one hand grasping the handlebars and the other unzipping his pants to take out his penis.

  He strained his lower abdomen, trying to squeeze out the urine, imagining a warm sensation spreading throughout his body. However, after a while, he felt that no urine had come out, and with another effort, still nothing came out. Suddenly, he felt his ** was burst by the returned urge to urinate.

  He looked down and saw that the water gun had slipped back, blocked by his pants, sealing the muzzle, unable to shoot. His right hand angrily grasped the handlebars again, then left them once more to grab the machine gun at his lower abdomen. He took a deep breath, mobilizing his inner strength, trying hard to force out the urine. After two attempts, it still wouldn't come out, and in the strong wind, on the speeding steel bicycle, he was in agony. He closed his eyes and strained, but then remembered the exhilarating feeling of anger when facing north at the mountain top, and now he was about to burst with rage.

  Xiang Bei saw Lu Ding's foot twist, and without hesitation, ran over, wanting to hug the heart-仪 girl in the same way, picked him up, turned around, and carried Lu Ding on his back. Lu Ding was carrying a guitar, and they were overlapping each other, running forward with their backs to each other. Even so, Xiang Bei's speed of running northward was absolutely not slow.

  Lu Peng felt very comfortable with his eyes closed on the broad back of Xiang Bei, and the wine in his body was rising. If it weren't for Xiang Bei's bumpy running, he could fall asleep immediately. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the hat on his head was blown away by the wind, and he asked Xiang Bei to stop and pick up his own hat.

  He cursed loudly at the big hat in the north and decided not to care about his hat, then ran forward with a burst of speed.

  "Wow, this hat is Gucci. It was a graduation gift from my dad." Lu Peng patted Bei's shoulder, telling him that the hat had special meaning to himself.

  He turned north, knowing the significance of the souvenir, clicked his tongue and scolded secretly, came back to squat down and let Lu Ting pick up the hat and put it on well, before standing up and continuing to run.

  Lu Peng picked up his hat and suddenly felt happy again. He asked Bei Hou, who was walking behind him, "Bei Hou, do you think Yan Ying has a boyfriend?"

  He didn't expect him to bring up this issue at this critical moment. Having just gone to pick up his hat, he was already angry in his heart. Now worrying about these issues, he threw him off his back and ran forward fiercely.

  Lu Peng stretched out his hand to beckon towards Bei, but Bei continued running forward, seemingly unwilling to pay attention to him. In a state of anxiety, Lu Peng suddenly jumped up from the ground and felt that his feet had instantly recovered. Overjoyed, he slung his guitar over his shoulder and chased after Bei, thinking as he ran: "I wonder how Xiao Xiao is doing now?"

  He stood there, bracing himself against the strong gusts of wind, straining with all his might, pouring all his heart and soul into urinating. He thought to himself that the reason he couldn't pee was because he was too tense. He felt he needed to relax, so he stomped his feet and imagined some peaceful scenes in his mind, such as a gentle breeze blowing across the grasslands, bees hovering over flowers, birds blinking on treetops, and rocks embedded in mountain paths. Mountain paths... damn it, why did I think of going north again? Going north! Finally, with great difficulty, he managed to urinate.

  Suddenly, Xiao understood that the first time he called out to go north, he couldn't urinate, but when he called out twice, it came out. It turned out to be a switch. In this lightning-fast forward speed, his urine changed direction with the incoming wind and flew back, splashing all over his pants and bicycle. The bicycle got a big wash.

  For the past few days, he rode this bike, galloping hundreds of kilometers on the road, between hills and in cities. He saw through the hustle and bustle, watched the serenity, and his bike was covered with dust. He thought that if it were ancient times, this bike would be his own steed, no less than Red Hare, Yellow Ears, or Zifeng Purple. A bicycle is like a person, having one major event in its lifetime is enough.

  Xiao Xiao couldn't care about the things scattered on his pants, he sat on the bike, pedaling hard, praying in his heart: Bicycle brother, bicycle brother ah, you mustn't break down, if you help me out today, I won't ride you again, and let you ride me for two days.

  After finishing his silent prayer, he rode his bicycle and urinated, feeling refreshed. He continued to ride with his left hand on the handlebars and his right hand zipping up his pants. As he looked down to see if his zipper was closed, he lifted his head in excitement, ready to speed up, but suddenly a thin branch swept across his face, hitting his right eyelid.

  "Ah, stupid branch."

  Xiao Xiao's eyelid suddenly felt scorching hot and began to swell, almost sealing her right eye shut, with her vision becoming blurry.