CHAPTER 633: CHAPTER 37: THE ROAD HOG

When Zhang Yiyi saw Wang Shuai’s face behind the car window, her expression was almost the same as when she saw Juliet One.

Since Zhang Yiyi started learning Fighting Skills from Juliet One, her greatest life challenge changed from "Xuerou" to "Juliet One."

Time changed, so did the places, and the challenges in Zhang Yiyi’s life appeared one by one.

Wang Shuai gave a forced smile, feeling a bit awkward upon seeing the three.

Especially since Zeng Xuerou, upon realizing it was him, looked doubtful and clearly had this written on her face: "Are you following us?"

"Come on, during the winter break each year, students can’t find taxis. The bus route over here has been closed due to the snow, if you want to get home, you can only ride in my car," Wang Shuai’s car was parked in an off-campus parking lot as both north and south campuses of Huake Institute had no parking.

Zhang Yiyi glanced at Xuerou and Xiao Xian, the other two nodded at her.

Xiao Xian and Yiyi got into the back of the car, Xuerou didn’t rush to get in; she looked around the car, "On a snowy day, why doesn’t your car have snow chains?"

Wang Shuai was caught off guard by this question, looked up at the sky, and in that short conversation, it started snowing again. The bus routes were closed, and Wang Shuai had planned to detour through another longer route. That original route involved a stretch of mountain road which was difficult to navigate with snow, and indeed dangerous if the tires didn’t have snow chains.

"Sit in the passenger seat, I’ll drive," Xuerou commanded Wang Shuai.

"You’re driving? You’re still a minor, aren’t you?" If Wang Shuai remembered correctly, Huake Institute’s Reverse Genius Class recruits primary students aged at least fifteen years, and here was a student who hadn’t even got her driving license yet, proposing to drive through the mountain road.

There were a few passengers in the car, some Cultivators and some Superpower Users, should anything happen, they should be able to look out for each other.

"If Senior Brother Wang is so afraid of dying, he doesn’t have to ride," said Zhang Yiyi, puffing her cheeks, speaking disparagingly.

Whose car is this actually? Wang Shuai sat down in the passenger seat, feeling aggrieved. It wasn’t about being afraid of dying, but he didn’t want to appear ungentlemanly by leaving three junior sisters behind at the stormy school gates.

"The car’s not bad," said Xuerou after she got in and experimented a bit, throwing a nonchalant remark to Wang Shuai.

"Bought it last year, it’s even been modified. When you press the gas pedal later, you don’t need to press too hard, just gently touch it with the tip of your foot," Wang Shuai, feeling a bit better after the compliment, thought to himself. A man’s car is like his wife, and having your wife praised for her looks certainly feels honorable.

The car trembled. The one Wang Shuai had reminded to gently touch the gas pedal with the tip of her foot, mercilessly slammed on it, and the black Hummer became a shadow, plunging into the snowy weather. The snow intensified, quickly blurring the vision of the four people inside the car.

"!!!" Wang Shuai hadn’t even settled into the car when it started moving, fortunately, his body reacted quickly, bracing his feet forward and rapidly clutching the seatbelt with his right hand, barely avoiding the embarrassment of his face smashing against the glass. However, such a steep acceleration took him quite by surprise.

"Better hold on tightly, Senior Brother," Xuerou smiled slyly, her hand lightly on the wheel, she beautifully maneuvered the car into a "Z" shaped tail-flick.

He’s crazy, she’s truly crazy, Wang Shuai cursed inwardly, he had never seen anyone drive like this before, the road had some ice, and Xuerou’s maneuver made the tires screech. Without a doubt, Wang Shuai knew that after this trip, his two rear tires would be goners. He was really messing it up, allowing such a "speeding tribe" to humiliate his "wife".

Another red light, Wang Shuai’s heart was bleeding.

It’s easy to invite the gods, but hard to send them away, Wang Shuai suppressed his displeasure, tilted his head toward the window, attempting to distract himself by admiring the landscape through the speedometer which had already soared to 200 kilometers per hour.

Another red light, Wang Shuai’s heart was bleeding.

The speed was so excessive that trees and roads all blurred into a snowy expanse, snowflakes striking the car windows with a "bang bang bang".

With no scenery to view outside, Wang Shuai turned his head and stealthily spied through the rearview mirror at the people in the back seat.