Chapter 98 — He Can Actually Drift?

"Arrow Bro, get out and take a look—see what's going on up ahead?" Shen Yushu ordered Wei Zhao offhandedly.

"Uh... me going down is worse than you going down. If I go, you'll have to get out first anyway," Wei Zhao said with a wry smile.

Only then did Shen Yushu remember that there was no door beside Wei Zhao's back seat, so she had to get out herself. Though a crowd had gathered up ahead, a pretty girl like her naturally had plenty of people making way, and she soon came running back. "Sister Yaoyao, there's been a car accident up ahead. I'm afraid we won't get through for a while."

"You're kidding. That unlucky? Then let's find somewhere to park and walk a bit," Gu Mengyao said, rather helplessly.

"There's a public parking spot over there..." Shen Yushu pointed at a metered lot not far to the left of the road.

"Uh... Xiaoshu, you're a bit wicked, you know. You think I can park in there?" Gu Mengyao glanced at the empty space in the lot. In front of it stood a Toyota Coaster, behind it a Jinbei van; the two vehicles, big as they were, had squeezed the space between them so small that an ordinary person could never get in.

Even if Gu Mengyao's Audi S5 was a little smaller, getting it in there would be no ordinary feat.

Otherwise, in a commercial district this short on parking, on a weekend no less, how would a spot just happen to be free? It would have been taken long ago.

"Then what do we do?" Shen Yushu didn't drive and hadn't thought that far. Now, looking carefully at the space, she saw it really wasn't easy to get into.

"Tell you what, let's just park on the side of the road," Gu Mengyao said, starting the car and pulling over to the curb.

Wei Zhao looked at the big No Parking sign running the length of the street beside the car, then at Gu Mengyao, dumbfounded.

"A ticket doesn't cost points anyway, and Uncle Qing will take care of it," Gu Mengyao said, shrugging indifferently, having read his thoughts.

Wei Zhao sighed inwardly. A rich young lady is a rich young lady after all. He'd thought she was different from other second-generation rich kids, but in fact they shared one trait: money meant nothing to them.

"Let me do it." Speechless, Wei Zhao took the keys from Gu Mengyao's hand and sat down in the driver's seat.

"Hey, what are you doing? You don't even have a license!" Caught off guard, Gu Mengyao had her keys snatched and watched him climb in.

"Illegally parked, towed without exception..." Wei Zhao pointed at the small print under the No Parking sign. "Didn't you see what it says below? I'm afraid if you park here, we won't be able to get back later."

Without waiting for her to answer, Wei Zhao quickly started the car, stepped on the gas, and sped toward the public lot on the left side of the road. As the car neared the space, he yanked the wheel back, braked, and pulled the handbrake—a turn of five meters and one hundred eighty degrees—and the car swung its tail in a beautiful drift, sliding neatly into the parking space.

Wei Zhao had once watched a video online of someone stealing a parking spot, found it amusing, and practiced twice with a beat-up car.

"Ah—" Watching the car spin on the pavement, Gu Mengyao thought her car was done for and was already regretting letting Wei Zhao take the keys, only to discover in astonishment that the car had parked perfectly in the space.

"A drift! Sister Yaoyao, did you see that? A real drift! Arrow Bro can drift?" Shen Yushu cried out excitedly.

"Didn't he say he doesn't have a license? Liar." Though Gu Mengyao rather admired the drift, thinking back to how he'd claimed to have no license soured her mood. What a big liar—she'd been his chauffeur for nothing all this time. With skills like that, and he says he can't drive... Huh? Only then did Gu Mengyao recall that Wei Zhao hadn't said he couldn't drive; he'd only said he had no license...

Under the utterly stunned gaze of the parking lot attendant, Wei Zhao got out, handed him five yuan, locked the car, and jogged quickly back toward Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu.

"Done." Wei Zhao returned the keys to Gu Mengyao.

"Hey, you didn't wear out my tires, did you?" Gu Mengyao muttered.

"Heh..." Wei Zhao just smiled.

"Arrow Bro, you can drift? When are you going to teach me?" Shen Yushu was fascinated by the way he had parked.

"We'll talk about it when you have a car," Wei Zhao said perfunctorily. This wasn't something you could simply teach; he'd learned it after watching the video twice, but that was built on his own nimble hands and feet and bodily coordination. Miscalculate even slightly, and the car would be wrecked.

"Oh, I do have a car—it's in my garage at home. When we get back, you have to teach me," Shen Yushu said excitedly.

"Huh?" Wei Zhao was startled; he hadn't expected Shen Yushu to have a car too, and was momentarily speechless.

"All right, when there's time," he had to say.

Gu Mengyao rather despised the way Shen Yushu humbled herself begging Wei Zhao. Why should she? He was just the shield her daddy had hired. Did she have to grovel like that just to get him to teach her something?

"Hey, you have to teach. My daddy pays your salary," Gu Mengyao said.

"Fine. Then let me first ask Mr. Gu whether I'm allowed to teach you two to drift," Wei Zhao said with a smile and a nod.

"You—" Gu Mengyao was choked with anger. The way he acted, it was as if he treated Xiaoshu better than her. At that thought, a sour feeling rose in her heart. I'm the one who's your young lady, aren't I?

"Let's go, Sister Yaoyao. Let's go shopping first." Shen Yushu had no patience today to watch Wei Zhao and Gu Mengyao bicker. It was rare enough to get out for a shopping trip; of course she meant to buy plenty.

Senior year of high school left little time to squander. Even clever girls like Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu, with their sound study methods, couldn't afford to slack off—there were plenty of other clever people around, after all.

Gu Mengyao thought so too. It was a rare outing; though she was still sulking, she couldn't be bothered with Wei Zhao, and taking Shen Yushu's hand, she walked on ahead.

Wei Zhao chuckled and followed behind the two. When they reached the scene of the accident, he casually glanced over—and then paused slightly, frowned, and strode quickly toward the crowd.

Wei Zhao was not a meddlesome man, but today he truly could not stay out of it. Because there, at the scene of the accident, was someone he knew.

It was Wang Xinyan, whom he had met on the train. She stood helplessly beside a red sports car, phone in hand, anxious; beside her, a middle-aged man and woman were pointing at her and talking nonstop...

It looked as though Wang Xinyan was in trouble.

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