Chapter 98 — He Can Actually Drift?
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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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