Reborn to prepare for the college entrance exam, you're letting me retire and make a comeback?

"Beep beep!"

A crisp unlocking sound rang out, and the car lights flashed twice, reflecting a dazzling halo in the sunlight.

The distant sound of copper bells echoed through the empty corridor, startling a flock of gray sparrows into flight.

The middle school students who were watching were startled by the sudden commotion and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Lu Qian and Lin Shuyue were standing behind them.

The sunlight slanted across the four gilded characters "Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School" at the school gate, casting long shadows of camphor trees.

The girl in the blue and white school uniform stood half a step behind the boy, her braids fluttering in the wind as they brushed against his faded epaulets.

Lu Qian held the keys in his hand with a nonchalant smile on his face, while Lin Shuyue held a milk tea and looked at the group of excited boys with curiosity.

Then, recalling the sound of the car unlocking and the flashing headlights, the middle school students instantly understood.

This "ghost fire" car, which they consider their "dream car for men," is the ride of this handsome older brother who is accompanied by a beautiful female senior!

The envy on the faces of the boys instantly turned into admiration; their eyes widened like saucers, and their mouths were agape enough to fit eggs.

The tallest and most "street-smart" guy in the group clicked his tongue and instinctively asked, "B-Big brother, is this your car?"

"..."

Lu Qian didn't say anything, but casually pressed the car key twice more.

"Beep beep! Beep beep!"

The sounds of locking and unlocking the car rang out continuously.

The car lights flashed again, as if responding to their owner's call.

The answer is self-evident.

"Holy crap, it really is Big Brother's car!" a chubby guy next to him exclaimed.

As expected of an older student, he has a luxury car and beautiful women, fulfilling all the fantasies of these immature teenagers about their older brother.

I almost accidentally called my elder brother "godfather" because my mouth was trembling.

"Big brother, big brother, my name is Zhang Hu, I... I really love your car so much!"

At this moment, the boy who had spoken first suddenly stepped forward, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Lu Qian:

"Hey bro, could you give me a ride on this will-o'-the-wisp? I've been dreaming of riding on one of these for ages!"

He clasped his hands together, staring longingly at Lu Qian, almost kneeling down to kowtow a few times.

Sometimes, middle school students' thoughts are just that simple.

If you have good grades or some money, a junior high school student might look down on you, as if you were some kind of arrogant and disdainful person.

But if you say you have the key to a motorcycle, or a five-digit QQ number,

That's awesome!

Boss... please allow us to offer our loyalty!

Lu Qian looked at his hot-blooded younger brother, his smile deepening, tinged with amusement.

Before you know it, you've been thoroughly flattered.

Under other circumstances, he might have agreed to the younger man's request.

But at this point, that's not really an option.

You can only blame yourself for being blind.

He shook his head, his voice languid: "No."

"Huh? Why, brother?" Zhang Hu asked, looking disappointed and unwilling.

Lu Qian patted the shiny, gleaming seat cushion and said seriously, "This is my new car. Do you know that when you buy a new car, the back seat needs to be blessed?"

"The honor of having the back seat of this car blessed for the first time cannot be given to just anyone."

He emphasized the words "consecration" and glanced at Lin Shuyue beside him with a seemingly casual look.

"Consecration?" Zhang Hu was taken aback, clearly not quite understanding the special meaning of this word in the context of motorcycles.

Shouldn't "blessing" a new car refer to cars? Why are even ghost firecrackers being blessed now?!

He scratched his head, looked at the car, then at Lu Qian, and then at the incredibly beautiful senior Lin Shuyue next to him, when suddenly an idea struck him.

"oh--"

He drew out the tone, as if suddenly realizing something.

His gaze swept back and forth between Lin Shuyue and the back seat of the ghost fire, a knowing smile appearing on his face.

"I get it, brother! So it's because your wife wants to have her blessing performed, hehe!"

Zhang Hu chuckled and winked at Lu Qian, "Alright, I got it. Next time, big brother, you must remember to give me a ride!"

He patted his chest and assured them, then tactfully waved to the few still-dazed underlings beside him: "Let's go, let's go, don't disturb our brother and sister-in-law's blessing... oh no, let's go home."

"Okay, bro!"

"..."

A few junior high school students laughed and joked, twirled their hands a few times, and left. Before leaving, they gave Lu Qian admiring looks that said, "Big brother is awesome."

"These kids... why do they always try to matchmake people up!"

Lin Shuyue listened to their conversation the whole time, her ears turning red with embarrassment.

After the group of middle school students had gone far away, she gently tugged at Lu Qian's sleeve, her big, watery eyes filled with a hint of reproach, and muttered softly:

"Lu Qian, didn't you already bless your car this morning? Why are you still rejecting her?"

"Of course, we should refuse."

Lu Qian straddled the motorcycle, his long legs swaying.

He turned his head and watched Lin Shuyue climb onto the back seat and wrap her arms around his waist again. A mischievous smile crept onto his lips: "One blessing isn't enough. Such an important ceremony needs to be performed multiple times to be effective, right?"

"?"

Lin Shuyue felt that his words were strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

After thinking for a moment, she playfully punched Lu Qian on the back: "Hmph, what are you saying, get going!"

But the blush on her cheeks just wouldn't go away.

Lu Qian felt a sense of satisfaction as he enjoyed the warmth emanating from the slender arms around his waist.

After all, the car was carrying the school beauty of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School in the back seat. She had a small waist to hug and a chest to back. How could it not brake a few times?

The abacus beads were practically flying off her face; only a naive girl like Lin Shuyue wouldn't notice.

This eliminates the possibility that the other party is pretending not to understand.

"Then I'll take you home first."

"Okay."

With a twist of the accelerator, the engine roared with a deep, powerful sound, and Lu Qian, carrying Lin Shuyue, merged into the flow of people and vehicles leaving school at noon.

He kept pressing the accelerator and the brake, showing off his driving skills.

Soon, the motorcycle stopped downstairs at Lin Shuyue's house.

Lin Shuyue lives in a mid-range apartment building that looks a bit old. She bought it when the real estate market was just starting out, and the price has probably increased several times over since then.

However, when it comes to making money from buying a house, it certainly can't compare to Lu Qian's big bungalow. When they built the big bungalow, they didn't actually spend much money. But if they were to sell it now, it would definitely be worth the price of a villa.

But nobody really cared. With houses, as long as you live in them and don't sell them, it doesn't matter whether you make a profit or a loss.

"arrive."

"Uh-huh."

Downstairs at the apartment building, Lu Qian braced himself on one foot to steady the car, and Lin Shuyue nimbly jumped off and took the schoolbag from Lu Qian.

Looking at Lu Qian and his ghost car parked downstairs, the girl felt a strange urge to laugh, and her heart raced.

The scene here really does give off a vibe of a rebellious young man taking a well-behaved girl home.

No need to say anything more. If Lu Qian were to shout to her dad at this moment, "Old Deng, my ghost fire is parked downstairs at your house. Could you refuel it for me?" she would probably be limping to class the next day.

"I'm going up now, you... be careful on the way."

She waved to the girl, then turned and jogged into the building.

"Bye-Bye!"

"Okay, bye-bye."

Lu Qian watched her figure disappear into the stairwell before starting the car again.

He really needs to go home. He didn't come home last night, and if he doesn't show up today, his family will be worried.

The two lived only a hundred meters apart, and a few minutes later, Lu Qian parked the will-o'-the-wisp downstairs.

Just as I pulled out the key, I heard the unit door creak open.

A small figure suddenly rushed out from the doorway, bringing with it a milky scent.

"Brother Lu Qian, you're back!"

It's small glutinous rice.

She was wearing a pink loungewear set with strawberry prints today, and her hair was a little messy, obviously she had just gotten up from the sofa.

The little girl, like a round, plump glutinous rice ball, pounced on Lu Qian's legs, tilting her little face up and blinking her big eyes.

The voice was sweet and childlike: "Brother, you didn't come home all night last night, did you miss me?"

Lu Qian bent down and ruffled Xiao Nuomi's fluffy hair: "Of course I miss her, how could I not miss our Xiao Nuomi?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Nuomi's face broke into a super bright smile.

At that moment, even the sunlight seemed to shine brighter.

She breathed a sigh of relief, patted her chest with her small hand, and then said with a smile, "Phew, that's good. I thought... I was the only one secretly thinking about you!"