Chapter 77

A good performance vehicle can give a person a strong sense of confidence, and this is more evident with motorcycles compared to cars. After all, four wheels can maintain balance on their own, but a motorcycle must be in motion to achieve such a state.

Compared to the old motorcycle that would rattle all over when it reached 60 kilometers per hour, with the handlebars and wheels swaying and showing signs of instability, this motorcycle felt like a tightly integrated whole. When Buck suddenly made a high-speed right turn in front of the police, the entire motorcycle began to tilt sharply to the right due to the centrifugal force. The brand new 160mm wide tires started to rub against the concrete road. At that moment, Zhou Xiaoli finally felt a thrill unlike any other mode of transportation.

She didn't even feel her body floating; she just leaned down with the turn. She didn't feel the inertia or centrifugal force that should have come with the high-speed turn. Her body, already forming a sharp angle with the ground while sitting on the motorcycle, didn't make her scream or panic. Instead, she felt comfortable, as the body she was hugging merged with the motorcycle. Amidst the shocked cries of the onlookers, the turn didn't slow down but instead accelerated, pushing the tires into the turn and then speeding out of it at an even higher speed. They completed the 90-degree right-angle turn, plunged into the street, and within a few seconds, accelerated to 100 kilometers per hour. Then, they made a series of sharp turns and disappeared from the stunned onlookers' view!

Was this a movie scene?!

Even a few cars on the road only saw a flash of white, and the motorcycle roared past them.

Buck slowed down when he drove onto another quiet main road, feeling the body pressed against his back, even through the elastic layers, still transmitting a rapid heartbeat. The motorcycle glided almost in neutral, silently like a ghost through the side streets. The new bike didn't have much oil, and Buck didn't want to draw attention. After all, it was an era of cameras and radio communications, and being pursued would be no fun.

The black girl had slid down a bit, resting her head on Buck's back, listening to his steady heartbeat, feeling the intense rush of the turn pass. The silent glide made her speak: "Do you like it?"

Buck replied sincerely: "Yes, thank you!"

Zhou Xiaoli smiled and got straight to the point: "Have you ever been in love?"

Buck was honest: "Yes."

Zhou Xiaoli wasn't surprised: "What was she like?"

Buck kept it short: "She's gone."

Zhou Xiaoli suddenly felt very regretful, not for bringing up the topic, but for asking at this moment. As a qualified salesperson, not seeing the other person's eyes made it impossible to gauge their thoughts.

So they fell silent.

The motorcycle weaved through narrow alleys and streets, bypassing the section where the police had appeared, and quietly approached the car wash from the other side. They were greeted by familiar faces and cheers, as if they had just won a motorcycle race. Buck slowed down with a light laugh and glided over, using the last bit of inertia to stop the heavy motorcycle in front of the real estate agency: "I've brought you to your workplace."

Hearing the resonant voice from the man's chest, Zhou Xiaoli came out of her trance and touched the bandage on her head: "My helmet fell off."

Buck didn't make it difficult: "I'll buy you a new one later."

Zhou Xiaoli smiled and followed the steps to get off the motorcycle, standing on both sides of the rear seat, which made her quite tall, giving her a sense of looking down on everyone around her. She felt more courageous and confident. She lightly pulled up one leg and jumped down, standing almost eye-level with Buck on the motorcycle, looking into his eyes: "I like you more when you ride the motorcycle. This is how we should be now. I really like it!" She then turned to the employees outside with a confident smile: "I only took a ten-minute break. You won't complain to the head office, right?"

Waving her hand, she returned to the office amidst the employees' laughter and chatter.

Buck watched her back disappear and smiled, turning the motorcycle around. The car wash workers swarmed around him: "Bro Buck! Let us ride it once!"

"Bro Buck, it must be awesome! The acceleration sound is like it's about to explode!"

Buck, for the first time, refused: "This motorcycle belongs to your boss. What do you think her reaction would be if I let you ride it? How about a car ride instead?"

Everyone started to tease him but helped push the motorcycle: "No riding, but can we touch it? Will Boss Zhou hit us? She has quite a temper... Poor Bro Buck!"

What was so hard for Buck? He laughed and warned: "Help me hide it over there. I was stopped by the police earlier, but I sped away. Later, someone help me drive it back."

Everyone was surprised: "Of course, you ran. What else would you do?"

It was Buck's turn to be surprised: "Is that the norm? Aren't you afraid of the police chasing you?"

These guys all looked indifferent: "They used to chase, but a few years ago, a police chase resulted in a motorcycle crash, with one death and one injury. The police had to pay a lot of money and it caused a big fuss. So now, the police don't chase motorcycles. They're not cars, and chasing them is very dangerous."

Buck whistled: "I'll be more careful. I'll get a motorcycle license, buy a helmet, and register the bike." Since he wanted to live a good life, he should be a law-abiding citizen. Yes, as long as he didn't trigger his violent side, he was urging himself to be as normal as possible.

After all, this beautiful white muscle bike was different from the old one and could easily draw attention.

He also needed to buy a helmet, as the police had stopped him for that reason. The next day at noon, Zhou Xiaoli bought two helmets online and had them delivered to him. It was clear she had bought them right after their test ride.

She was quite resourceful.

Buck picked up the two light couple helmets: "This... what's the difference from not wearing one?"

Zhou Xiaoli had no concept: "They look good, only 70 yuan each, and the seller said they are very safe!"

Buck wanted to demonstrate how he could kick this cheap ABS plastic helmet to pieces with one foot, but he thought it would hurt the girl's feelings: "If you're going to wear one, wear a good one. It's safer and more comfortable." He and Liu Changyuan had learned online shopping and had already placed an order, but from a distant place: "I'll bring a computer over later to help the girls avoid internet addiction." He casually placed the folded helmets next to him as they sat in a noodle shop eating beef noodles. Gu Qian didn't intrude, and everyone could see the black girl's feelings for Buck. The manager sister really liked the black car wash guy.

Was this considered a reverse dowry?

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