☆、Seventy-eight、Channels for Venting (1849 words)

A girl, whose face resembled a panda, spotted Li Yaxi. The boy, more beautiful than a woman yet possessing a strikingly handsome appearance, immediately caught her attention. She walked over, seemingly arrogant.

"Hey handsome, are you here to watch the fun or to meet up with your friends? Want me to keep you company?"

Are you meeting up today?

The young punk girl immediately recognized him as a regular: "You look unfamiliar. Which boss's henchman are you?"

"I just wanted to play one match; if there's no game, that's fine too."

After saying that, Li Yaxi turned to leave, but the young delinquent girl stopped him. "Don't go! I didn't say I didn't. If you want to race, you have to sign a waiver and pay a deposit. Do you have any money with you?"

Li Yaxi took out her wallet and placed a wad of red bills into the girl's hand without even counting them.

"Get me a car, let's play a game!"

Seeing an opportunity to make money, the young delinquent girl immediately beamed with joy. Soon, a burly man approached, sized up Li Yaxi, and gave him a once-over.

"Are you even an adult?! If you're not, we can't afford the legal consequences. Go home, wash up, and go to sleep!"

Li Yaxi looked at him coldly, "Is this place even legal?! You're afraid of one or two people dying, so why are you running illegal games?!"

Upon hearing this, the burly man's eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes filled with ill intent.

"Kid, you're pretty arrogant. Don't cry if you fall off the car later! Three thousand at the start, six people together, the champion gets eighty percent, the loser gets nothing!"

Li Yaxi glared impatiently at the rude man, signed the waiver, chose a car she liked, and drove straight to the starting line.

A gunshot rang out, and while the others sped away like drawn swords, Li Yaxi finally left the starting line.

He wasn't after the money; he just needed a place to vent his frustrations!

Li Yaxi was immersed in her own rapidly changing world, the biting wind stinging her face.

He didn't care about rankings; he only pursued the thrill of rapid progress.

When death comes suddenly, people panic and fear, but deliberately approaching it is a thrilling feast that gets the blood pumping.

At a bend, Li Yaxi slid almost flat on the ground as she passed over the manhole cover.

She quickly jumped from last place to third, and those around her were amazed by Li Yaxi's driving skills, so they sped up their pursuit.

As night deepened and the fog thickened, it gradually condensed into water vapor.

Every sharp turn sends up splashing water droplets, like sprites dancing in the rain and mist.

It seemed that the ever-receding scenery could carry away his worries, and Li Yaxi fully enjoyed the passion that speed gave him, becoming completely absorbed in it.

The cheers paused for a second when the helmet was removed, then became even more intense.

When have any racers ever seen such a gentle and delicate young man, especially one who looks like a minor and is a champion?

"I didn't expect you to be so young, you're quite impressive. Which club do you play for?"

Li Yaxi looked at the person who spoke, a rather handsome boy who should be no more than twenty years old.

However, he didn't like the person's tone and attitude. Li Yaxi returned the car, took the prize money he had won, and turned to leave.

"My name is Gino, let's be friends! That turn you made was really cool. I tried it once, but I fell pretty badly. How about I treat you to a late-night snack, and you can tell me about your training tips?"

"I'm not a driver."

Li Yaxi's obvious rejection left Gino somewhat frustrated.

Will I ever see you again?

I hope I never see him again.

After saying that, Li Yaxi left without looking back.

When he got home, no one was there. Zihan was already fast asleep, and only Xiaoweiba was waiting for him at the door.

"Little tail...why is reality always so frustrating?"

Li Yaxi entered the space carrying the little tail. The empty house only amplified his unease and depression.

Feng Zihao tiptoed into the room and saw that Li Yaxi was still awake. He walked to the bedside and kissed his forehead.

"I'm sorry, Ya Xi, I got back late. By the time I had a chance to call you, it was already very late. I was afraid you were asleep, so I..."

Li Yaxi blinked at him. "You smell of alcohol, Zihao. I'll go run a bath for you."

Feng Zihao stopped Li Yaxi, "No need, I'll just take a quick shower myself, you go to sleep."

After Feng Zihao entered the bathroom, Li Yaxi got out of bed.

Feng Zihao was taking a shower. Li Yaxi filled the tub with warm water, added a few drops of essential oil, and smiled at him.

"Zihao, come soak in the water, I'll give you a massage."

Feng Zihao's eyes were full of doting affection as he immersed himself in the soothing fragrance.

"Zihao, I want to help you."

Feng Zihao sighed comfortably, relaxing his whole body as Li Yaxi massaged his shoulders.

"As long as you're by my side, that's enough."

"Really? If I just stay by your side, is that helping you?...Will you leave me?"

Feng Zihao turned around. "Ya Xi, what's wrong? Why would you think that? Ya Xi, I'll be very busy lately, so I won't be able to spend much time with you. I'm sorry if this makes you uneasy, but please trust me, Ya Xi, things will be fine once this busy period is over."

Li Yaxi smiled and nodded, "I believe you."

It's just that I don't believe in myself.

When she received her visa, Li Yaxi finally felt relieved, and all the hard work of the past few days was worth it.