Chapter 41 The Male Peacock Spreads His Tail

[Sorry, the dog knocked over the water cup just now, so I cleaned it up. ]

[I don't have any other plans for the weekend yet. If I don't have anything else to do later, I'll go.]

Han Zhenhao curled his lips, [Okay.]

Hatsushimo: [I'm going to have dinner now. I'll contact you another day.]

【OK.】

After exiting the chat interface, Han Zhenhao posted a message on WeChat Moments while holding his temples.

【These five thousand dollars are well spent. 】

The accompanying picture is the new avatar, and when posting it, don’t forget to block Chushuang.

Soon, people started to like it.

Shi Yue: [What's going on?]

Han Zhenhao replied: [That’s the situation. ]

Shi Yue: [It feels like I saw a male peacock spreading its feathers. ]

【Roll, roll, roll.】

Sheng Yao: [Hey, are you willing to change the avatar you've used for decades? ]

Han Zhenhao: [Just tell me whether it looks good or not. ]

Sheng Yao: [That person next to the racing car isn't you, is it? ]

[It's me, handsome, right? ]

Sheng Yao: [Does this artist have any misunderstanding about you? Are you threatening him? Hahaha——]

Han Zhenhao: [……]

On the weekend, Hatsushimo went to the appointment with a drawing tablet.

Han Zhenhao led her to the best viewing seat and handed her a cup of warm milk tea.

"Thank you."

"You will sit here later. This place has a good view and the big screen is clear."

He was putting on his helmet while explaining what he was doing, and a few men were calling him not far away.

"Brother Hao, come over quickly, the game is about to start!"

Han Zhenhao turned around and said to Chu Shuang: "I am number one, remember it clearly."

"Yes, I know."

"Then I'm leaving."

Hatsushimo nodded seriously, "I will observe carefully."

Han Zhenhao walked over to his friends. Several boys looked meaningfully at Hatsushimo who was standing at the table and joked, "Are you pursuing her or have you caught her?"

"This one looks pretty good this time. How come your aesthetic taste has suddenly improved?"

This place is still a bit close to the stands. Han Zhenhao was afraid that Chu Shuang might hear something, so he patted a few people on the shoulders and said, "Stop asking around. Let's go."

After the racing babes finished their sexy cheering dance, the contestants started off one after another. There were too many people on the scene, and with the sound of the cool motorcycle engines, the people who came to watch the race were excited and shouted cheers.

The racetrack was fast-paced, with the competitors chasing each other to experience the speed and passion. Chu Shuang kept staring at competitor number one, and when her vision became unclear, she moved her gaze to the large display screen.

Han Zhenhao's operation was beautiful, accelerating, overtaking, changing lanes and making sharp turns. Each move was swift and decisive, dangerous and exciting, making people's heart rate soar.

Hatsushimo, who originally came to collect materials with a professional attitude, later immersed himself in the competition.

It was not until the end of the competition that she realized her palms were sweaty and she hadn't touched the drawing board on her knees.

Athlete number one won the championship, and when he drove back to the finish line, the beautiful racing babes were dancing to congratulate him. Hatsushimo looked at the girls who were dressed coolly, and then looked at herself who was wrapped tightly in a windbreaker.

I sigh in my heart, how dedicated he is.

Han Zhenhao took off his helmet to accept the congratulations on his victory. A middle-aged man who looked like the organizer said something with a smile on his face, and then winked at the sexiest and most beautiful girl behind him.

The girl walked up to Han Zhenhao and was about to put her arm around his arm when he politely avoided her.

He just said something to the middle-aged man, took the trophy and turned away.

He walked past the crowd and stood in front of Hatsushimo. He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "How am I driving?"

Hatsushimo sat and looked at him. He stretched out his right hand and slowly raised his thumb. He said with a very sincere expression, "It's very high quality. Very exciting. And..."

Han Zhenhao raised his chin, looking pleased and contented, "Anything else?"

"You are so lucky."

Han Zhenhao paused slightly, holding his helmet and shaking with laughter.

But she said it with a serious face, without any exaggeration or joking, and it was precisely this sincerity that made people find it seriously funny.

"So do you know how to conceive this painting?"

"Got it. I promise to draw you the coolest racing picture."

It was still cold even when not indoors. Seeing Chu Shuang's skin frozen white, Han Zhenhao said, "Let's go. I'll buy Chu Huajia a cup of hot coffee."

While waiting for coffee in the cafe, Hatsushimo got an inspiration and took out his tablet to start drawing a racing picture.

Painting is all about inspiration. It is a good habit to start drawing immediately when inspiration strikes. If you miss this moment, you may not be able to find the feeling you have now in the future.

The man next to her did not disturb her and watched her outline in silence.

Her fingers were beautiful, white, slender, round, clean and without any nail polish.

Her profile is clear, her eyebrows are long, her eyelashes are slightly drooping, and her thin lips are pursed habitually when she concentrates on painting.

The whole person gives people a warm and comfortable feeling, and it is beautiful enough to make people stay without any additional decoration.

Looking at her silently, Han Zhenhao rubbed her fingertips unconsciously. The coffee was served to him and he drank it silently to suppress the strangeness in his heart.

I wanted to remind her to drink her coffee but she was too focused so I didn't bother her.

The minute hand of the vintage cuckoo clock in the store turned several circles. After outlining the base map, Chu Shuang came back to his senses and realized that a long time had passed.

"Sorry, I tend to forget the time when I'm painting. You can remind me."

"No problem. I have nothing to do anyway. It's nice to spend some time sitting in a cafe, listening to music and looking at beautiful things."

After checking the time, Chu Shuang drank half of the coffee in front of him in one gulp, "It's getting late, I have to go back."

"I send you."

She waved the car key in her hand and said, "Don't bother, I'll drive."

There was really no reason to keep her, so after she left, Han Zhenhao sat in the cafe for a while until his cell phone rang and brought him back to his senses.

"Han, have you finished the car race?"

"It's over."

"Okay, then hurry over here, everyone is here, only you are missing."

I have set up a group with Zhengze and the others tonight. Seeing that it is getting late, Han Zhenhao got up and left.

When he arrived at the tavern, there was only Masazawa Masagawa.

"Is this what you mean when you say everyone is here?"

Zhengze chuckled, "It's almost there, Wei Yize is already halfway there, would you have come faster if I hadn't said that?"

The first person to enter was Zhao Jinzhou. When he saw Han Zhenhao, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Little friend, long time no see."

Han Zhenhao is a few years younger than them, and Zhao Jinzhou likes to call him "little boy" the most. Although he has been protested many times by the person concerned, he still does not change his behavior.

Han Zhenhao poured him a glass of wine with an expressionless face, "You are old and you come to a place where young people are, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to go home at night?"

Zhao Jinzhou lit a cigarette and leaned back on the sofa leisurely, "I won't fall even if you fall."

Shi Yue and Wei Yize entered the room almost one after the other. Unlike everyone else, Wei Yize brought a female companion.

No one said anything in front of the girls, but everyone was almost diss-ing him in private.

It's not that I have any problem with girls, but it's not a big deal to bring a cute girl to a group of brothers.

You have to be a little reserved when chatting, how can you enjoy drinking? This is a brotherly gathering, not a family gathering.

However, this is Wei Yize's usual practice and everyone has become accustomed to it.

"Isn't Uncle Sheng coming?" Han Zhenhao asked suddenly.