Chapter 832 Motorcycle "This student is a fourth-year student in the Physics Department of the Capital University. My course schedule has been a bit more relaxed lately, so I had time to come and visit you."
"Kyoto University? Physics Department?"
These words made the surrounding air freeze for a moment.
Everyone knows that Kyoto University is a top-tier institution of higher learning, and those who can get in are all exceptional talents, especially the Physics Department, which is known for its difficulty in getting in and its heavy workload.
Compared to medical school, its admission difficulty and academic status are no less than, if not higher, in people's minds.
Sun Wei's smile froze completely, and her fingers, gripping the soda bottle, turned slightly white from the force.
To her utter surprise, the other party was not the idle person she had imagined, but actually came from that academic mecca she had never even dared to dream of back then, and it was the physics department, which was known for its profound and difficult subjects.
Her previous sense of superiority based on her academic qualifications was shattered at this moment, making her seem ridiculous.
A classmate nearby couldn't help but let out a low exclamation: "My goodness, a physics major from the capital city..."
No wonder you seem to have a different aura.
Lu Qingyang added in a familiar tone, "I dare not slack off on my studies. I just happened to have some free time recently, so I came to visit Gu Mo and bring some refreshments to all the hardworking nurses in the future. It's only right that I do this."
Shen Mo was about to lose her temper, but Lu Qingyang calmed her down so quickly.
Sun Wei felt like she had punched a spring, the rebound hitting her back, and she dared not utter another sound.
The setting sun painted the horizon a warm orange-red, and the summer heat dissipated slightly.
Lu Qingyang pushed his bicycle, and Shen Mo walked beside him, holding the empty thermos in her hands, a satisfied, faint smile on her lips.
"That shaved ice was so delicious, sweet and sour, icy and refreshing, especially the hawthorn sauce inside, and the fragrance of osmanthus... I've never had such delicious shaved ice before."
She licked her lips as if savoring the taste, as if the sweet, sour, and refreshing flavor still lingered on her palate.
Seeing this rare display of girlishness on her face, Lu Qingyang felt a wave of tenderness wash over him and said with a smile, "I'm glad you like it. I noticed your stomach hasn't been feeling well these past few days, and it's been so hot, so I thought I'd make something appetizing and refreshing. This is the first time I've tried making it, and it seems to be working well."
"It's good, I'll eat it again next time. Next time, could you try some other flavors? Like... add some red beans? Or drizzle with that lychee-flavored syrup you brought back before?"
Lu Qingyang readily agreed, his eyes full of indulgence, "Whatever flavor you want to eat, we'll make it."
He was pushing his bicycle when he suddenly realized that this mode of transportation could no longer meet his needs.
However, buying a car in Beijing is difficult, the selection is limited, and most importantly, it's hard to get a car registration quota.
Lu Qingyang thought that he should buy a motorcycle to get around, as it would be faster than a bicycle.
Once the thought arose, it was as if it had taken root in my heart.
His first thought was naturally of Zhang Zhongwen, who had a wide network of connections.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhongwen's eyes lit up. He slapped his thigh and said, "I do know a few people who deal in remittance certificates and scarce goods. They have connections, so they might be able to get them. However... the price won't be cheap, but I guarantee you can get a license plate!"
Lu Qingyang nodded. He understood that these days, if you wanted to get some imported goods, you inevitably had to go through some gray areas.
"Money is not the issue; the key is to have good quality products and complete all the necessary paperwork to avoid future problems."
Zhang Zhongwen was indeed efficient. A few days later, he came to Lu Qingyang mysteriously and said that he had made progress.
"I managed to get one. It's a truck from the south, but the paperwork is almost all done, so there's no problem with getting it registered. But the price is equivalent to two or three years' wages for an average worker."
Lu Qingyang went with Zhang Zhongwen to look at the car.
The car was parked in an inconspicuous warehouse. It was black with smooth lines. Although there were some minor signs of wear, it was well-maintained and shiny.
"Can we give it a try?" Lu Qingyang asked.
"Of course!" The seller was a lean southerner who readily agreed.
Lu Qingyang straddled the seat, and the feeling was completely different from riding a bicycle.
Relying on his memory and intuition, he stepped on the starter lever, and the engine emitted a deep and powerful roar, the vibration transmitted through the car body, carrying a sense of power unique to the industrial age.
He slowly rode around the open space in front of the warehouse, maneuvering with agility and delivering a crisp power response.
The transaction was straightforward. Lu Qingyang pointed out a thick stack of documents, the other party counted them, and then handed him a stack of materials, including a proof of purchase.
Zhang Zhongwen stood by and encouraged them, making sure the other party wouldn't dare to try anything funny.
When Lu Qingyang rode the Honda CG125 alone on the streets of the capital, he felt completely different.
The wind whistled past my ears, much stronger than the gentle breeze from the bicycle.
The street scene rushed past, and the sense of speed and control was something that a bicycle could never match.
Passersby cast surprised and envious glances. These days, being able to ride a motorcycle is definitely a symbol of fashion and status.
On a sunny day off, Lu Qingyang pulled out his gleaming Honda motorcycle, patted the back seat, and extended an invitation to Shen Mo:
"The weather's nice today, shall I take you for a drive around the city?"
Looking at the imposing "iron thing," Shen Mo's eyes held both anticipation and a hint of fear, but she still nodded excitedly.
She changed into a set of light clothes and carefully sat sideways on the back seat, initially only daring to lightly grasp the clothes on both sides of Lu Qingyang's waist.
"Hold on tight, hold on tight." Lu Qingyang turned around and smiled at her, then stepped on the start lever.
The engine emitted a deep, powerful roar, and the car body vibrated slightly. Shen Mo subconsciously let out a soft gasp, immediately wrapping her arms around Lu Qingyang's waist and pressing her entire body close to his back.
The motorcycle drove out of the city, and the number of pedestrians and vehicles on the road gradually decreased.
The wide road is lined with lush farmland and poplar trees. The late summer breeze, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, becomes strong and free, blowing through their hair and clothes.
At first, Shen Mo was a little nervous, and her body stiffened slightly.
But as the car's speed steadily increased, the wind whistled in my ears, and the scenery on both sides rushed past, an unprecedented sense of exhilaration gradually replaced the tension.
She felt the warmth emanating from Lu Qingyang's strong back, listened to the rhythmic roar of the engine, and looked at the open fields and the azure sky, her mood soaring.
"How are you feeling?" Lu Qingyang slowed down the car slightly and asked in a low voice, turning his head to the side.
"So...so exciting!" Shen Mo's voice was filled with excitement.
"It feels like flying, much faster than a bicycle."
Her arms, which were originally wrapped around his waist, tightened around him without her noticing, and her cheek gently pressed against his back, feeling the sensation of speed.
Lu Qingyang sensed her relaxation and joy, and a smile appeared on his lips. He then increased his speed slightly.
In a secluded spot with a wide view, Lu Qingyang slowly stopped the car and set up the tripod.
Shen Mo got out of the back seat, her face still flushed from exercise, her eyes were incredibly bright, and her breathing was a little rapid, but her smile was radiant.
"This is so much fun! I never knew riding a motorcycle felt like this!"
Seeing her unusually excited expression, Lu Qingyang felt a warmth in his heart and teased her, "You think this is fun? There's something even more exciting to come."
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