Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Yu Haiyang’s cheeks instantly flooded red, looking uncomfortable and shy. The previously audacious school bully was now acting like an innocent teenage boy—Su Jin couldn’t help chuckling.
She swept her glance across the ground where the thugs were still groaning before she typed, “Let’s go, nephew. I’ve just called the cops, and they’ll be here soon.”
Then she headed for the cool-looking heavy bike she stole earlier. Just as she put on her helmet elegantly and was about to fling her legs over the seat, Yu Haiyang grabbed her arm.
Su Jin gave him a questioning glance—what now?
Face still flushed, he opened his mouth, but no words came out. He took a deep breath before stuttering his words, “I-I can’t go home… yet.”
Su Jin was even more confused. She inserted another text, “Huh. You want me to drive you to the hospital, then?”
He shook his head and explained, “No hospital. There’s a motorbike race I have to go to now. It’s urgent.”
Her gaze traced down to his chest—he was pressing against it—and she noticed how he couldn’t even stand up still. He was pale as paper, too. They must have hurt him badly, but she didn’t know the extend of his injuries.
“From the looks of it, you’re not fit to participate in any race. You should go to the hospital for a checkup.”
Yu Haiyang paused for a second before he suggested, “It’s important to me, Su. I have to be there. Would you like to go on my behalf?”
Su Jin was surprised. “Me? Racing? I’ve never raced before. I can’t drive a racing bike either.”
“You must be joking. This bike here is the classic of the classic—limited edition. It’s worth 3 million something and has the best specs of all. And you’re telling me you know nothing?”
Su Jin ran her eyes over the bike again—the bike seemed nothing like it was worth 3 million to her. She blamed the motorbike and its owner—it was flamboyant, so she’d thought it was a normal one. The young man’s face whom she took the bike from popped up in her mind—he must’ve wanted to murder her.
Seeing how she had gone silent, he expressed with disappointment, “Nevermind, then. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” He staggered to his feet, heading inside the clubhouse. His bike was still in there, and he could still make it if he took off now. He muttered, “I’ll be fine. It’s just some minor injuries, and I can still race. Maybe today’s not my lucky day. That guy won’t make things difficult for me, I guess, for my family status and all that. Though he might order me around and make me do things.”
He wanted to negotiate another date and time for the race, but he’d already done this the last time. They would’ve thought he was chickening out if he postponed it again.
Su Jin rushed forward and grabbed his arm—his blood had soaked through his clothes. She couldn’t bear seeing him go in such condition. She pulled out her phone, “Okay, okay. I’ll go. Stop exaggerating. And you, hospital.” Though still a novice with no racing experience, she had to go for the sake of her nephew.
Yu Haiyang was thrilled. “Nope. I’m coming with you. It will finish in no time, and you could drive me there afterward.”
Su Jin pursed her lips as she scanned his wounds, her eyes meeting his determined ones next. No convincing in the world could have made him change his mind, and he was bound to be there. “Okay,” she typed, “You only live once, huh?”
She hopped onto the seat and nodded at him, but she didn’t notice his subtle blushing.
“Thanks, Su.” Yu Haiyang sat behind Su Jin with his grip on the hem of her clothes, but he didn’t dare to wrap his hands around her waist. While the evening breeze was cool, Yu Haiyang felt as if he was on fire.
Mount Panlong—
The endless winding mountain roads became the staple venue for racing enthusiasts: cars or motorbikes. Sometimes, they would hold a combined motorsport event between automobiles and motorcycles. For the motorcyclists, the risk of injury was higher due to only having the sole protection of the helmet.. If something were to happen—