I practiced my spirituality alone in Hong Kong.

Danny watched Li Chang'an and the girl speed away around the bend, lost in thought.

Every rider understands that when taking sharp turns, large-displacement motorcycles must reduce speed by releasing the throttle.

Otherwise, making a sudden turn will cause the vehicle's torque to become out of control, or even result in a fatal sway, causing the driver to fly out like a cannonball!

The Yamaha car just now made a sudden turn while accelerating, which caused the car to tilt. According to normal inertia, it would either roll over or the driver would be thrown off.

But the Yamaha rider, with his amazing strength and muscle balance, used the most primal, berserk methods to suppress the motorcycle!

This kind of brutal car control... even experienced drivers who have participated in many Isle of Man TT races wouldn't dare to gamble with their lives!

However, after a moment of shock, Danny was overcome by resentment and a competitive spirit.

He absolutely refused to believe that he would lose to an unknown nobody in Hong Kong!

To lose to a yellow person who is not even a mediocre athlete in any high-level international sport!

Danny twisted the throttle sharply, and the motorcycle beneath him sped off like an enraged beast, carrying him in the direction where Li Chang'an had disappeared.

As the two vehicles ventured deeper into Tsuen Wan Road, the fog in the mountains grew thicker and the visibility decreased, with one sharp bend after another appearing.

But Danny noticed that the Yamaha ahead showed no signs of slowing down on such a dangerous road, and its horsepower output was still increasing.

At this rate, Danny won't even be able to see the taillights of that Yamaha car, let alone win!

"Unless, like him, I use that violent approach to conquer a speeding motorcycle and accelerate through corners..."

Danny made his decision, stared at a sharp bend ahead, gritted his teeth and accelerated, trying to replicate Li Chang'an's driving style.

Sprint, sprint—

Squeak—Hiss—!

The tires left long tire tracks on the ground, emitting a sharp screech.

Danny's motorcycle came to a stop just off the edge of the cliff at the bend, with the wheels only inches above the air beneath his feet.

He was panting heavily, his motorcycle jacket soaked with cold sweat.

"Haha... I... I can't do it..."

Within 100 meters of entering the curve, Danny noticed that his car was starting to lose control and was beginning to sway.

He instinctively released the accelerator and braked hard to maintain balance, finally managing to stop with all his might.

Danny laughed awkwardly, realizing that he neither had the courage nor the ability to push the limits of motorcycling.

He knew that he had been completely defeated by that Asian youth with the girl.

Danny slowly turned off the engine, took off his helmet, revealing his sweat-dampened blond hair.

He gazed at the city below the mountain, remained silent for a long time, and then murmured:

"Let's wait two years before participating in the Isle of Man TT."

……

……

Li Chang'an led Wen Zhilan down the Tsuen Wan Highway in one go, and only began to slow down slowly after reaching the foot of the mountain.

The afternoon sea breeze swept across the surface of the sea, carrying a fresh, salty scent that dispelled the restlessness brought on by their high-speed journey.

Wen Zhilan took off her helmet, revealing her jet-black hair, which was damp with sweat.

She tilted her head slightly, her cheeks flushed a faint blush from the recent high-speed run, like rouge spreading across her skin, making her already fair complexion appear even more radiant and translucent.

"Ah, that felt so good! I really felt like I was going to fly!"

Li Chang'an, you probably haven't driven this fast with Xing Ning before, have you? If Xing Ning had experienced your speed, she would have bragged to me long ago.

"Su Xingning doesn't like motorcycles. She used to be unhappy to see me riding a bike. When we went out occasionally, I would take her out for a ride on my bicycle."

"Hey, I didn't expect her to hate motorcycles... So, does that mean I'm the first girl to sit on the back of Li Chang'an's motorcycle?"

"I'm honored to be the first boy to race with the class monitor."

Li Chang'an and Wen Zhilan exchanged a glance, then burst out laughing. They probably felt honored to be sitting in the same seat for the first time, and it was really funny.

But suddenly, Wen Zhilan felt dizzy. She covered her lips, quickly patted Li Chang'an's shoulder, and said weakly:

"Get out of the car... I didn't feel anything when you were speeding up, but now that you've suddenly slowed down, I feel a little uncomfortable."

"Li Chang'an, let me go to the beach and calm down..."

Li Chang'an stopped the car and saw that the squad leader's legs were a little weak, so he gently supported her arm and walked together to the beach below the road.

Wen Zhilan leaned on his shoulder as well.

"My lower back is so sore."

"..."

Seeing that Li Chang'an was gazing at the seagulls in the sky without reacting, she said with a smile:

"You were speeding like crazy, it scared me half to death and I almost threw up. Now that you see my back aches, aren't you going to give me a massage?"

"Squad leader, it was you who told me to keep speeding up and outpace that foreigner."

"Tsk, you have no sense of romance, Li Chang'an... Never mind, I won't tease you anymore. Actually, I was just testing you on Xing Ning's behalf. I'm very satisfied that you remained unmoved!"

Wen Zhilan spoke with righteous indignation.

"...Class monitor, are you trying to save face?"

Wen Zhilan gave a soft snort and shook her head regretfully.

"I never expected that after Li Chang'an took me for a spin, he would become so arrogant and conceited, actually saying such nonsense."

"If you really want to rub my waist, I won't let you touch it. That's the most sensitive spot, and it can't withstand any stimulation."

In this desolate wilderness, if you were to encounter me, I would be utterly powerless to resist, and I wouldn't even have a chance to call for help for this weak woman.

As she spoke, Wen Zhilan patted the round, plump rabbit, feigning lingering fear, and sighed:

"Hey, I really went all out to test Xing Ning's ability to judge people. I almost got attacked by the inhuman Li Chang'an."

Then why did you tell me about this weakness...?

Li Chang'an kept his eyes down, his mind focused, and continued watching the seagulls.

The two walked onto the beach, where the soft sand enveloped their feet, carrying the lingering warmth of the afternoon sun.

Li Chang'an helped Wen Zhilan sit down next to a clean rock.

She leaned gently against the rock, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and her slightly excited breathing from the high-speed chase gradually calmed down.

Li Chang'an sat cross-legged, adjusting his breathing techniques for the Snake Form Fist to strengthen his waist and abdomen.

Cultivation is about perseverance; even with a beauty like the class monitor by your side, you must remain steadfast and never forget to cultivate yourself.

After a long silence, Wen Zhilan suddenly said:

"The scenery here is quite beautiful; I hadn't noticed it before."

"It's a blessing to be undisturbed. Once too many people see it, even the most beautiful scenery becomes commonplace."

"Li Chang'an is right, beauty is selfish..."

The two basked in the sun and enjoyed the sea breeze, chatting idly.

Waaah—

Three motorcycle horns sounded from behind.

"Hey guys, you were amazing on the mountain roads with your Yamaha bikes! Even the British pros were blown away!"

"Can we be friends?"

Li Chang'an looked at the two men and one woman walking over and stood up to block Wen Zhilan.

"Is there something you need?"

Although Li Chang'an was not particularly muscular, under his gaze, the three people opposite him still felt as if they had been stared at by a tiger that had just arrived and whose wildness had not yet subsided when they were visiting the zoo.

The two men and one woman instinctively stopped five meters away from Li Chang'an, not daring to approach any further.