The next morning.
The five were awakened by the loud, oversized broadcast—it was the Athletes' March.
Yuan Qingli and the others quickly ate their meal and went downstairs.
The square was divided by fences, and five small electric vehicles were parked in each area.
A rough estimate suggests there were at least a hundred people. They must have had a huge family business to die from.
Besides Yuan Qingli, there is a stylish 6-meter car that frequently attracts attention.
As Yuan Qingli felt the cold wind of dawn, she felt as if she had returned to her senior year of high school.
Then, she was awakened by a gust of air.
The flamboyant Lu Xingyun got into the Phantom and deliberately revved the engine in neutral.
Although it wasn't a sports car, the roar of its V12 engine was deafening.
"Hey everyone, want to come up and have a seat? I'll take you for a ride."
Everyone ignored him and rolled their eyes at him.
"bite."
"Fellow riders, use your passion to measure this city; use your youth to run across bridges and roads. Go forth, a bright tomorrow awaits you!"
The broadcast had just ended, exactly at 5 o'clock. The app, which had previously been black and white, was returning to color.
Yuan Qingli lowered her head, and a long list of orders flashed across the menu.
Everyone in this city is crazy; they have to run errands at 5 a.m.
Yuan Qingli, on the other hand, was easygoing and clicked on the first one she saw.
[221 Linshou West Road, Guo's Fruit Shop. Delivery to 23 Sizhi Street, Room 2204.]
Delivery must be made within 40 minutes.
The app thoughtfully indicates that the starting point is 3.2 kilometers from your current location and the destination is 11.4 kilometers away.
There's even a number in the upper right corner: 0.4 yuan.
Only 40 cents for running 8 kilometers?
Those evil capitalists!
But what are we going to do with these 40 cents?
While Yuan Qingli was still thinking, or rather, while the five of them were still figuring out what kind of orders to take.
The surrounding fences disappeared like scattered stars, and electric vehicles rushed out of the gate.
Why are you so eager to take orders?
"Squeak, clang, clatter."
The sounds of impact and friction brought everyone back to reality from their heads down, looking at the app.
Not far ahead, a blue standard electric scooter was perched precariously on the wall.
The spinning front wheel groaned helplessly, its parts scattered all over the ground.
Beside him, Fang Zhiyou stood with his hands shrugged, his face obscured by shadows, making his expression impossible to discern.
Yuan Qingli thought of the system's description: an unconventional assassin, "The Song of Heaven," plus a set of martial arts skills.
Could it be that this guy... can't drive?
No one seemed inclined to go up and help.
Lu Xingyun drove up in his Phantom, but it was unclear whether the other party appreciated his gesture.
Anyway, when they got back, Fang Zhiyou was holding onto the broken electric scooter, which was wobbling but somehow managed to move.
The quality is really good.
"Yuan Qingli, get in the car, I'll give you a ride." Lu Xingyun rolled down the car window, and the back door opened automatically.
Wen Yuning watched the interaction between the two, her eyes sparkling. She couldn't help but think to herself: These two teammates are so good-looking. It would be even better if I could hitch a ride with them and do missions together.
"Hey, Lu Xingyun, take me with you on this delivery!"
Ignoring Wen Yuning's sweet yet arrogant voice, Lu Xingyun gestured for Yuan Qingli to get in the car, and the latter sat directly into the carriage to enjoy the comfort beneath her.
"It's full, maybe next time." Lu Xingyun's smile was innocent, and the phantom slowly left the square.
[WARNING! WARNING! Do not stray too far from your vehicle, or you will be punished.]
A piercing sound echoed around Yuan Qingli.
"Let's go back." Lu Xingyun said helplessly. It was obvious that he didn't want the rider to cheat. "Yuan Qingli, be careful on the road."
"Your butt hasn't even warmed up yet, and you still have to get off," Wen Yuning said coolly.
"Lu Xingyun, help me find a hammer." After getting out of the car, Yuan Qingli looked at Wen Yuning with no expression on her face. Her anger seemed to drive away even the cold wind.
Seeing the strong winds blowing around the two girls, Bo Zijin and Fang Zhiyou, who was riding his bicycle crookedly, came over.
"Qingli, what are you doing?" Lu Xingyun was exasperated. "We're all teammates."
"Go find it." Yuan Qingli's tone was comparable to the millennia-old ice of the polar regions.
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