Chu Yang felt a little bloated under her undisguised gaze.

It's really strange. Su Yan is so aloof and abstinent, yet she always manages to tease you unintentionally, making it hard for you to resist.

Is this what they call innate charm?

He naturally didn't believe her, but he was willing to let her help him with something.

Let's keep it normal, so he said, "The pass is the school's motorcycle pass, and while you're at it, please buy me a motorcycle."

"So that's what it is." Su Yan looked away and opened a folder on her computer, which contained a row of cool motorcycle pictures.

"But they're not cheap at all, are you sure you want to buy them?"

"Teacher Su, your family doesn't own a motorcycle shop, does it?" Chu Yang asked curiously.

“My dad runs it, focusing on the high-end series, including all kinds of imported cars,” Su Yan said.

Chu Yang nodded, thinking to himself, "No wonder he's so rich."

But strangely enough, this aloof and sexy motorcycle girl is actually a photography teacher whose hobby is being a print model...

However, he didn't ask any more questions and focused on selecting motorcycle pictures.

"This one will do, a scooter, easy and convenient to operate," he said, pointing to a picture.

Su Yan's expression was strange: "Are you sure you want this? It's too girly for a guy to ride a scooter, and it's not cheap either. You can buy a decent motorcycle for the same price. Are you sure you want to buy it?"

"I'm not going to use it for racing, just for getting around and taking it for a short time. As long as it's of good quality, that's fine. You can decide on the price and give me a discount for teachers and students," Chu Yang said.

"Let me take you to my dad's shop first. Wait for me a moment, I'm going to change my clothes."

After waiting for a while, Su Yan changed her clothes, and the two came to the door.

"I'm tired and don't want to drive. Can you drive?" She drank the milk tea Chu Yang gave her and pointed to the motorcycle.

Chu Yang smiled confidently: "How can a man say he can't drive?"

Then, with a wave of his hand, he said, "Put on your helmets and get in the car."

One minute later.

Boom!

The motorcycle jolted and stalled.

Feeling the soft, elastic fabric against his back, Chu Yang remained unfazed: "It was just a minor mistake. Hold on tight."

Then... boom! ... boom! ...

The engine stalled several times in a row, almost knocking out the milk tea that Su Yan had just drunk.

"Uh, I really didn't mean to."

"Who are you."

"Give me another chance, Teacher Su."

"Um."

Finally, the locomotive started smoothly and got on the road.

Chu Yang didn't do those few moves on purpose. After all, it was his first time using such a high-end motorcycle, and he needed time to figure it out and get used to the force and rhythm before he could master it.

Even after setting off, they still hadn't mastered it.

It vibrates, and it feels quite nice.

Just when Su Yan was about to lose her temper, he smoothly got into the rhythm.

Then it was just a matter of driving along.

Flexible operation, quick gear shifting, and acceleration—it feels like flying.

Ms. Su Yan, who was sitting in the back, spoke up: "Is this your first time?"

Chu Yang smiled shyly: "You figured that out."

Following her directions, half an hour later, we arrived at a luxuriously decorated car dealership.

Moreover, it includes not only motorcycles, but also cars from various high-end brands.

These days, to be able to run such a large shop and have connections to sell all kinds of imported motorcycles and cars, besides having money, you also need to have strong connections.

At the shop entrance, a middle-aged man wearing shorts, a white tank top, and flip-flops was leisurely fanning himself and brewing tea.

"Old Su, bring my student to look at the car," Su Yan said to him.

"This is my dad," she introduced.

"Hello, Uncle." Chu Yang greeted him.

Old Su looked him up and sized him up: "I thought you were my boyfriend, young man. Looking for a relationship? Date my daughter, and I'll give you a Grand Cherokee as a wedding gift."

Chu Yang: "???"

I almost blurted out "I do," because the benefits were just too tempting.

Su Yan rolled her eyes: "Old Su, go cool off somewhere else, this is my student!"

After saying that, she tossed her long hair and went into the store.

Chu Yang followed him inside, and behind him came Old Su's muttering: "Can't students be okay? Teacher-student relationships are more exciting."

Chu Yang: "..."

“This is it, a Yamaha TMAX500.” Su Yan pointed to a scooter parked in the corner.

"Only a complete novice could ride that," she added.

Su Yan, a motorcycle enthusiast, might not appreciate scooters, but Chu Yang really likes them.

This is not the kind of scooter you see on the street, but the king of scooters. It has a wide, sofa-like seat, a huge storage space, and is a convenient scooter that combines comfort and performance.

"This one will do. Arrange the license plate," Chu Yang said.

Su Yan's expression was strange: "You didn't even ask the price?"

"Oh right, how much does it cost?" Chu Yang asked casually.

At this moment, Old Su suddenly appeared out of nowhere: "I'll give it to you for 120,000 yuan based on the factory price. The license plate is free, but you have to date my daughter."

Su Yan: ……(?ò?ó|||)

Chu Yang smiled politely: "Uncle, don't joke around. I'll add another 20,000. I really can't handle this kind of relationship."

Su Yan: ……(?ò?ó|||)！！

At this moment, Chu Yang's attention was drawn to a yellow SUV, and he walked over and circled it.

Old Su walked over, grinning, and said, "A second-generation Wrangler TJ, a hardcore off-road vehicle, with amazing digging ability, very powerful and aggressive, all-inclusive for 600,000. If you like it, date and get engaged to my daughter, and I'll give you one as a gift!"

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