"Brother, long time no see. Have your driving skills improved?" The club leader was an overly enthusiastic, thin young man who greeted Gong Yao in a very hip-hop way.
"So-so, shall we?" Gong Yao, looking all high and mighty, straddled the motorcycle with his long legs, put on his helmet, and moved with practiced ease.
"Oh~" The people around started to cheer, and the leader, not to be outdone, got ready. The two of them started the motorcycle together.
The beams of light from the two cars ahead illuminated the dark road ahead, the dust they kicked up swirled slowly in the air, and the deafening roar brought the atmosphere to a climax, with young people on both sides shouting slogans in unison.
At a command, two motorcycles sped off, and two figures, one in black and one in blue, vanished from sight in a flash.
Gong Yao didn't really care whether this counted as a competition or not; he was simply enjoying his time alone with Feng.
Riding a bike at night is very quiet, so quiet that you can only hear the roar of the motorcycle and your own heartbeat.
With no obstructions while riding, Gong Yao himself became part of the rushing motion, experiencing firsthand the world receding backward.
The section of road, which was still called a race track, was not long, and the two reached the finish line almost at the same time.
The team leader took off his helmet and shouted to Gong Yao, "The track was too short and not exciting enough. We'll have to try it out at a professional track later."
Gong Yao smiled and agreed. The regimental commander took out a pack of cigarettes from his bag, lit it with practiced ease, and even tossed one to Gong Yao across from him.
Gong Yao reached out and took the cigarette, holding it between his two fingers without lighting it. He simply turned around and looked at the calm, dark water.
Across the river is a bustling commercial street, while this side is dark and quiet, occasionally attracting crowds like them who need to escape the noise.
The river breeze blew, lifting Gong Yao's bangs. He leaned against the railing, a cigarette between his fingers in his right hand, his left hand on his right wrist, his legs crossed naturally, his whole body half-lit and half-shadowed by the streetlights.
The troupe leader exhaled a smoke ring and exclaimed, "You look like a composition in a Wong Kar-wai film."
Gong Yao snapped out of his daze: "I haven't seen it. I don't like watching movies."
"I went to see it to woo a girl, and I binged all the movies in a week. Now she's my girlfriend." The group leader had a smug smile on his face.
Gong Yao laughed and said, "Luckily, I don't need to chase girls or have a girlfriend."
As they were talking, Gong Yao's eyes suddenly met those of the person who emerged from under the bridge.
The streetlights shone on Lin Zhenzhen like spotlights. She was looking up, her eyes focused on Gong Yao, who was laughing and talking amidst the swirling smoke, and the motorcycle behind him that was still running.
"Wow, what a beautiful girl!" the group leader exclaimed excitedly. "She's looking at me!"
"Good evening, class monitor." Gong Yao waved cheerfully at Lin Zhenzhen, only to receive a blank response.
Lin Zhenzhen only glanced back, and Gong Yao followed her gaze and discovered that there was an acquaintance behind her.
"What luck..." Gong Yao frowned, but still forced himself to raise his hand, "Good evening, Teacher Lin." He still had a cigarette between his fingers, which looked more like a provocation than anything else.
"This is quite exciting." Even the troupe leader couldn't help but shrink his neck and watch the show with peace of mind.
Lin Simiao sighed: "Gong Yao, wasn't your motorcycle totaled?"
Gong Yao didn't even blink: "What I'm best at is turning trash into treasure. Besides, this isn't the first time my motorcycle has been totaled, so it's not a big deal."
The regimental commander slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Brother, you can even come up with such a lame lie. It's obvious you haven't dealt with the teachers much."
It wasn't a big deal, so they didn't pursue it further. They simply handed the bag to Lin Zhenzhen and said to Gong Yao, "It's late, you should go home. Let's go, I'll take you home."
Gong Yao complained repeatedly: "Teacher Lin, really, it's not necessary. Can I just go back by myself after getting some fresh air?"
It wasn't a big deal, but he was very persistent. He had already climbed up the grassy slope onto the footpath: "It's late now, it's not safe for you to ride your motorcycle back."
Looking at the slender and refined Teacher Lin in front of him, Gong Yao suddenly found the scene somewhat amusing.
I don't think I'm the one who needs protection, do I?
"If you take me home, what about Lin Zhenzhen? It's not safe for her to go home alone as a girl."
Lin Zhenzhen also flipped over the railing with a nimble movement. She was carrying two plastic bags in her hands, which looked quite heavy.
Lin Simiao turned to her daughter and said, "Let's walk to the bus stop together, and I'll have my cousin come downstairs to meet you."
"good."
"Wait a minute." Gong Yao sensed something was amiss. "You two... both have the surname Lin?"
Lin Zhenzhen raised her head and stared at him with the look she would give a fool.
"This is my dad."
"So that's how it is." Gong Yao suddenly realized, no wonder they all liked to meddle in other people's business.
"It's late, let's go." Lin Simiao urged from ahead.
Gong Yao had no choice but to resign himself to watching Lin Simiao climb onto his precious motorcycle and drive it at a snail's pace.
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