Genius Club.

Chapter 122 Flying over the East China Sea
boom! ! ! ! !
The Bentley Continental GT worth 700 million fell into my pocket!

Even though this car has the best shock absorbers on the planet, the violent impact still made Lin Xian feel pain in his tailbone.

He controlled the force of the brakes and slammed the steering wheel, causing the car to swing sideways under the strong inertia.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak! !
I don't know what the sound of parts rubbing against the concrete road was, but wherever the vehicle slid sideways, there were yellow sparks everywhere.

Lin Xian gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling the ever-changing torque fine-tuning amplitude to prevent rollover.

Now it has landed smoothly. This operation of using the side friction of the tire to eliminate inertia does not have any risk. I have been playing this in my dreams for more than ten years, and the feel of it has long been engraved in my DNA.

at last.

The blue beast that was roaring just now but now has long been shut down slid out a shocking semicircle on the road.

Finally stopped.

"call……"

Lin Xian took a deep breath, and his palms left the steering wheel, already sweating slightly.

He turned his head and looked towards the back seat.

No one is empty.

I don't know when the gangster was thrown off.

Only the bunch of crushed roses was still hanging on the metal sheet of the rear door, dangling...

The colored paper that wrapped the big bunch of roses had been torn, and the colorful ribbons fluttered in the breeze.

Only then did Lin Xian look at Zhao Yingjun beside him.

At this time, she closed her eyes, covered her chest, and breathed rapidly.

"are you OK?"

Zhao Yingjun said nothing.

Her brows were furrowed, the ends of her eyebrows were trembling, her breathing was rapid, and her face was gloomy.

After a few heavy breaths, she slowly raised her head and looked at the viaduct across the street, which was 20 to 30 meters away...

They just flew over from there.

It was a spiral downhill exit, and the road surface continued to lower.

But Lin Xian drove the Bentley vertically at a speed of over 200 kilometers per hour, rode on the elevated guardrail and soundproof wall, rushed out of the road, and flew over...

Zhao Yingjun slowly opened his eyes.

She had no recollection of what happened when she flew twenty or thirty meters into the sky.

I only remember that after it landed with a bang, the car spun violently for a few times like a spinning teacup in an amusement park, and then stopped against the elevated guardrail on this side.

"you……"

Her breathing gradually calmed down, and she bit her lower lip and looked at Lin Xian:

"Didn't you say you weren't very good at driving?"

"In fact, it will still be a little bit higher."

“Is this called a little?”

Zhao Yingjun snorted and laughed, which was extremely stiff. It was obvious that she didn't want to laugh at all:
"How dare you?"

She still can't believe it:
"Are you crazy? Do you know... do you... do you know what you have done?"

"I definitely know..." Lin Xian adjusted his sitting position, moved his painful tailbone, and said with his hands spread out:
"But I have no other choice. The criminal is a desperate criminal. There is no way he will let us go."

"Forget it, I feel sick and want to get off the bus and walk around."

Zhao Yingjun covered his chest with his hands, looking a little ugly.

She clicked the car door, but it didn't move. She turned her head and looked at Lin Xian:

"Open the door."

Lin Xian tried to open his own door, but couldn't, so he pointed at the dashboard that was shattered by the double-barreled shotgun:
"I guess the door was damaged, or something was malfunctioning."

"Then how do we get out?"

"You can only climb out. Fortunately, it's a convertible. This may be the only advantage of this type of car. You will never be trapped in the car."

“This is really little-known knowledge.”

Zhao Yingjun wiped the sweat off his forehead, pulled all his hair to the top of his head, and unbuckled his seat belt:
"You climb out first and come over here to meet me."

It was easy for Lin Xian to step out of the convertible, but Zhao Yingjun was wearing a long evening gown, so it was not convenient for her to climb out.

After jumping out of the car, Lin Xian swayed his body left and right and felt sore in his waist muscles, which might be a strain.

The Bentley Continental GT in front of us, worth 700 million yuan, is obviously in a scrapped state. It is severely damaged and even the axles are broken.

He went around to the other side of the vehicle and helped Zhao Yingjun to climb over through the door that could not be opened.

The ground was full of broken glass shards. Lin Xian noticed that Zhao Yingjun was not wearing socks under her high heels, so he used his leather shoes to brush away the broken glass and let it fall to the ground safely.

"Where's the gangster?"

After getting off the car and moving around for a while, Zhao Yingjun obviously calmed down.

"It was probably thrown off halfway." Lin Xian pointed at the dark woods between the two elevated lines:

"Maybe it fell down there."

Zhao Yingjun and Lin Xian walked to the back of the car and took a good look at the rear structure of this Bentley Continental GT...

The seat space is indeed not spacious, but it is still much larger than that of an ordinary convertible. No wonder the man can shrink into the legroom below.

The parking lot was dark and I couldn't see clearly.

In addition, the scene was quite chaotic at the time. The men and women at the dance party were all in a hurry to drive away, and Lin Xian also wanted to take Zhao Yingjun away from this dangerous place as soon as possible... Neither of them paid special attention to whether there were any Tibetans under the back row.

It's clean inside now.

No one knew where the criminal was thrown.

Only the bunch of crushed roses were left hanging on the broken carriage, swaying weakly in the evening breeze... swaying... as if telling the story of the criminal's unsuccessful journey of love suicide.

"Lin Xian, call the police first."

"it is good."

……

Lin Xian called 110 on his mobile phone to report the incident and described the location in detail.

The police said they would be there immediately and asked them to wait where they were and keep an eye on the surrounding situation.

Then he hung up the phone.

A cool night breeze blew.

Lin Xian saw Zhao Yingjun leaning against the guardrail of the viaduct wearing a coat, staring at him:

"Lin Xian."

"Hmm?" "Thank you for saving me."

At this time, Zhao Yingjun had regained her usual spirit. She looked down at the Bentley Continental GT that had been smashed into scrap:

"I have lost count of how many times I have thanked you during this time, but I still want to thank you for saving my life."

"It's nothing. I'm just saving myself."

Zhao Yingjun looked at Lin Xian, and the night scene of the neon lights on the other side of the Huangpu River was reflected in his pupils again:

"You always do things that surprise and surprise me. During this period of time... I have really changed a lot in your opinion, and I am very happy about your transformation."

"But I can sense that... you seem to be in a state of contradiction and confusion, like an ant that can't find its way out, wandering in a vortex and unable to find a way out."

Zhao Yingjun lowered her head and rubbed the cold road surface with her high heels:

"Perhaps it's because you've been through so much during this period, which has had a huge impact on you. That's why you're eager to succeed and be extraordinary, as you just said."

"But actually, Lin Xian, I understand your thoughts very well. I have also been through this stage. If I have any life advice worth sharing with you... I think it is this one that can help you get out of your current state—"

She raised her head, and the round moonlight and the colorful night scene by the river reflected in her eyes, exploding into a brilliant scene:
“Don’t be successful just for the sake of being successful, and don’t be extraordinary just for the sake of being extraordinary.”

Zhao Yingjun looked into Lin Xian's eyes, which contained the same stream of light and neon:

"I have never told anyone in the company about my parents or my family..."

Lin Xian listened silently and walked to Zhao Yingjun's side.

He also leaned on the guardrail of the overpass, next to Zhao Yingjun.

The evening breeze blew Zhao Yingjun's beautiful hair, and the soft hair tips swept across Lin Xian's cheek, like the touch of time, like the flow of years, fleeting.

The hem of Zhao Yingjun's dress fluttered in the wind, like a blooming flower, blossoming before Lin Xian's eyes:

"My parents are both powerful figures in the imperial capital. They don't like what I'm doing now and have tried to stop me from doing business many times, so I came to the East China Sea alone."

"In fact, they are all waiting to laugh at me."

Zhao Yingjun raised his head and looked directly at the full moon in the sky:
"My dad thought that one day I would go back and beg them to clean up my mess and settle the troubles I caused. He never believed that I could make a career."

"But you have been very successful." Lin Xian interrupted.

However... Zhao Yingjun shook his head:
"In their eyes, this is not even a small achievement."

"But I don't really care what they think. It doesn't matter at all."

She turned her head and looked at Lin Xian, who was leaning on the same guardrail not far away:
"Because I don't do these things to prove anything. I work for MX and Rhine brand cosmetics just because I like it; it has nothing to do with whether they like it or approve of it."

"I don't live for them, and I don't need to prove anything to please them. This is also what I want to tell you, Lin Xian..."

Zhao Yingjun smiled after a long absence.

This was the first time she smiled so naturally since the Bentley flew over the viaduct:

“You must do what you like, do what you are willing to stick to, do something not to prove something to others, but something you are willing to gamble your whole life on.”

“Even if you haven’t found it yet, or something worth your effort… don’t be anxious, don’t be confused, and don’t force yourself to chase after something.”

"That's enough, Lin Xian. You don't have to deliberately make yourself extraordinary."

"I believe you."

Zhao Yingjun and Lin Xian looked at each other, reflecting the colorfulness in each other's eyes:

"You are destined to be extraordinary."

……

Lin Xian looked at the arc in her eyes and said nothing.

"Nothing special." Zhao Yingjun smiled and looked at the red and blue lights coming from the other side of the viaduct:

"I'm not someone who likes to preach, I just want to share my life experience with you..."

Beep~beep~beep~beep~beep~beep~
Several police cars and ambulances drove over from both sides of the elevated road, and the alternating red and blue flashes were very dazzling. Zhao Yingjun turned around, held onto the guardrail, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

2023 1 Month 14 Day.

There are still 8 days until the Spring Festival.

There are 7 days left until New Year's Eve.

There are still 5 days left until Donghai City’s most important event, the Donghai Chamber of Commerce New Year’s Dinner.

This is a very ordinary day.

A day without any special meaning.

A beautiful moon day.

"The moon is so beautiful today." Zhao Yingjun said softly.

Lin Xian stood behind her, looking at the bright white jade plate in the sky.

"Yes."

He sighed sincerely:
"The moon is still beautiful like this."

drip.

The electronic watch on my left wrist emitted two faint beeps every hour.

Lin Xian raised his head and took a look.

00:00
He breathed a sigh of relief inside.

It's past midnight.

It is now January 2023, 1.

Zhao Yingjun has safely passed January 1, turned 14, and escaped an accidental death that will be recorded in history.

Perhaps at some time and age in the future, she will still die in an accident.

but……

At least now, the original course of history has changed.

She will never leave the regretful words "died at the age of 600" in someone else's autobiography 23 years later.

Today is a new day after Zhao Yingjun’s fate changed.

at the same time……

It was also the first day of her 24-year-old life.

Lin Xian took a step to the right, walked to the broken and scrapped Bentley Continental GT, and took the bouquet of roses left by the criminals from the torn car cover on the back seat.

He tidied it up briefly.

Make this bunch of wrinkled and leafless roses look more three-dimensional, and make the crooked colored paper and ribbons at least look like a gift.

"Although it's not appropriate to offer flowers to Buddha, but..."

Lin Xian handed the bouquet of flowers to Zhao Yingjun and looked at her with a smile:
"Happy birthday."

(End of this chapter)