Lin Can was immersed in the joy of his first car, speeding up the whole way. Yang Wuluo, sitting in the passenger seat, tightly gripped the armrest and closed her eyes, saying, "Lin Can, can you drive slower? You're going too fast, my legs are all wobbly. Slow down, slow down~ No, no, no~ You're annoying~ Ah~"
The more she couldn't handle it, the more excited Lin Can became. He sped up even more, creating that thrilling sense of acceleration with each pushback, the strong, relentless impact. This was the joy of taking a girl in a multi-million-dollar luxury car, right?
A moment later, the Bentley Continental GT was parked steadily in a public space on Old Street.
"Lin Can, I'm seriously telling you, you have to drive safely, you can't go too fast, it's dangerous, do you understand?"
"Just tell me, did I drive fast enough?"
"... Yes, you were too fast. It was so fast, I almost threw up."
Getting compliments from the girl made him feel pretty good inside.
"Let's go, the hotpot place is just in the alley over there."
Yang Wuluo let out a breath, then pushed the door open, unsteadily getting out of the car. As she walked past the old city wall, she saw a young man squatting at the corner of the wall, holding a paint tray in one hand and a brush in the other. He was painting Tom Cat holding a frying pan, waiting for Jerry Mouse at the corner.
"Yang Wuluo, Yang Wuluo, what are you daydreaming about?"
"Huh? Coming, Lin Can. That street artist is really good."
"I can also paint, especially painting women. I can make them look very lifelike."
"How lifelike?"
"Well, it depends on the layout."
"???"
They chatted as they walked into the alley to the hotpot restaurant, ordered their food, and ate. The meal cost 69 yuan, and they both dug in.
The hotpot was a bit spicy, but Yang Wuluo was enjoying it. In her mind, Lin Can was a super-rich second generation. Yang Wuluo had about 500 yuan on her card, originally wanting to treat him to something fancier, but he insisted on coming to this humble restaurant. He didn't say he was saving money, but his actions showed it, and she felt warm from his small gestures.
In fact, Lin Can hadn't thought that much. He had planned to come here for a simple hotpot meal before coming to Yun Chuan, that's all.
Ding ding ding.
Yang Wuluo looked at her WeChat and said, "Lin Can, Zhu Yanxi said I should eat quickly and meet her at the cultural center. You can meet your middle school crush early. I'll tell you, Zhu Zhu is really pretty now."
"I've told you, my crush was the chubby girl next to her back then."
"Stop calling her chubby, I've lost weight."
"Lost weight, my foot! This morning when I helped you with your waist, it was all flabby, like a water barrel."
"Liar, I've got an A4 waist, okay? Don't believe me? Look for yourself."
Yang Wuluo sat up straight, hands on her hips, chest out, stomach in.
The tight denim skirt on her was clearly showing off her slim waist.
Lin Can wanted to grab it...
He admired her for two seconds, then reached over and scratched her slender waist.
"Ah~ It tickles~" Yang Wuluo bent down and smacked Lin Can twice, "You're so annoying, I hate being tickled."
"Your waist is so small and soft, I was wrong. Here, have some beef tripe as a reward."
"That's more like it."
"???" A male customer from the next table watched, thinking, Damn, this trick actually works on girls?
So he tried it with the girl he'd been admiring for a long time, only to be ruthlessly scolded for acting like a pervert.
He didn't get it. The same action, the girl next to him blushed shyly, but this one got enraged?
They finished the meal, left the alley, and saw Yang Wuluo get in Lin Can's Bentley. The guy slapped his hands together and thought, Got it, he's got a Bentley.
...
The cultural center was in the new city, and it took a 20-minute drive to get there. After parking the car in an outdoor spot, Lin Can said, "Wait for me here, I'll go buy two bottles of water."
"Okay."
As soon as Lin Can left, Yang Wuluo heard someone calling her. A Porsche Macan stopped, and a girl with shoulder-length hair opened the door, ran over with open arms, and said, "Wuluo, I missed you so much~" She embraced her, "Muamuamua~"
"小小, I missed you too, did you cut your hair?"
"Do you like it?"
"It looks great."
"Come on, cheer for Zhu Zhu too."
"Right."
This girl was Zhou Xiaoxiao, a middle school classmate. When they were about to go to high school, some of them studied in Yang'an, while others' parents bought houses in the provincial capital and sent their kids to study in Yun Chuan.
At that moment, two boys got out of the Macan.
Zhou Hao, who was driving, walked up to Yang Wuluo. "Wuluo, long time no see, you've gotten even more beautiful."
Yang Wuluo just responded with an "Oh," without even looking at him. She was looking at the nearby supermarket, waiting for Lin Can to return.
Zhou Hao was also a middle school classmate. His parents had made money in recent years, so now he could be considered a little rich second generation. Yang Wuluo had blocked his moments on social media because he kept flaunting his new Porsche Macan, showing it off all the time.
Lin Can, on the other hand, bought a multi-million-dollar Bentley and only celebrated by eating a simple hotpot meal.
She was increasingly impressed by how low-key Lin Can was, how approachable and grounded he was. She liked friends like him who had money but didn't show it off.
Zhou Xiaoxiao looked at Zhou Hao, who was being ignored again, and thought, Zhou Hao, Zhou Hao, you're so devoted. You've always liked Yang Wuluo, but you've been rejected.
Privately, Zhou Xiaoxiao had asked Yang Wuluo, "Zhou Hao is good-looking, his family is well-off, and he's liked you for so long. Why don't you like him?"
Yang Wuluo directly replied, "I just don't like him, don't bring it up again, or I won't talk to you."
Zhou Xiaoxiao didn't know what kind of boy Yang Wuluo liked.
As a student, she didn't understand.
At this moment, Lin Can walked up to Yang Wuluo's side. "Hey, classmates~"
Zhou Xiaoxiao asked curiously, "Wuluo, who is this handsome guy?"
"He..." Yang Wuluo was about to speak when Lin Can took the initiative to introduce himself, "Hi, I'm Lin Can, a friend of Yang Wuluo's. We happened to meet here and decided to check out the performance, here."
Lin Can handed a bottle of water to each person. He had only bought two bottles initially, but since Yang Wuluo and her old classmates were there, he bought extra.
Zhou Xiaoxiao smiled playfully and teased, "What kind of friend?"
Yang Wuluo smacked her. "Stop joking, Lin Can and I are just good friends."
Zhou Xiaoxiao drank her water and observed the tall, handsome, sunny young man, quickly noticing that as soon as he arrived, there was constant eye contact between him and Yang Wuluo.
A girl's intuition is sharp. From their little glances and the way Yang Wuluo stood leaning slightly towards Lin Can, plus the fact that Lin Can opened the bottle for her before handing it to her, Yang Wuluo didn't think much and just drank it. This meant Yang Wuluo trusted him a lot, and their relationship was naturally special.
Zhou Xiaoxiao felt a cold shiver down her spine. Originally, Zhou Hao's chances were slim, but now there was Lin Can. Your Macan won't help you win her heart.
"Hmm?" Zhou Xiaoxiao noticed the brand-new Bentley behind Yang Wuluo and immediately left her to walk over to check it out. "This car is so beautiful."
Zhou Hao said, "It's the latest model of the Bentley Continental GT. There's one at the Yang'an Bentley dealership. It's been streaming recently. Hmm... looks like this is the one. The price is over 6 million yuan. It's probably some rich second generation visiting their girlfriend's competition."
Yang Wuluo: ...
Zhou Xiaoxiao exclaimed, "Over 6 million, damn, money really makes you reckless."
Another boy, Wang Peng, sighed, "These are just toys for the rich. If I had that much money, wouldn't girls be all over me?"
Zhou Xiaoxiao laughed, "Too bad you're not a rich second generation. You don't have that kind of fate."
"???" Yang Wuluo looked at Lin Can as if saying, I'm not friends with you just because you have a Bentley. I didn't even get close because of it.
Lin Can smiled.
Zhou Hao saw that everyone was focusing on the Bentley, so he walked up to it. Right in front of Lin Can, he patted the Bentley and said proudly, "I just bought the Macan to practice. When I get to college, I'll ask my dad to buy me a Bentley to play with. By then, I'll only have one girl in my passenger seat, and that will be you, Yang Wuluo."
Zhou Hao often acted smug in front of his classmates.
Some of his smug acts were backed by his father.
Some of them, his father would break his legs for.
"I prefer walking. You can leave the passenger seat to someone else. I'm not up for it."
"What can you not handle? Let me tell you, the pushback sensation in this Bentley is amazing. When I buy one, you'll understand when you sit in it."
Money can solve any problem with women, Zhou Hao firmly believed that, so he painted a nice picture.
Lin Can nodded. "The pushback sensation
is really good in this car."
Yang Wuluo gave Lin Can a look, seemingly saying, 'How can you still talk about the pushback sensation? You pushed me around just now, and I almost died from discomfort.'
Zhou Hao asked, "You understand cars too?"
Lin Can said, "A little."
"..." Yang Wuluo turned around and walked towards the cultural center.
Lin Can followed her and asked, "That Zhou Hao seems to really like you?"
"I don't like him."
"Then, do you like someone else? Could it be me?"
"Lin Can, stop flattering yourself. I wouldn't like you, hmph~"
"Right, I've been under you for three years. If you liked me, I'd have to turn the tables and suppress you for the rest of your life~"
"Go die~"
Bang bang bang~ Three punches.
Yang Wuluo took Zhou Xiaoxiao's hand, humming "Just Because You're Too Beautiful," walking with the steps of youth, and letting out a silver bell-like laugh, turning back to Lin Can and giving him a "hmph~."
At the back, Wang Peng slapped Zhou Hao on the shoulder. "Haozi, their relationship isn't ordinary."
Zhou Hao naturally noticed, but he was a confident 'rich second generation.'
That handsome boy, what class is he, daring to compete with me for the one I like?