After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Lin Ye changed into a pair of tight pants and loafers.

He was stunned for a moment when he walked out of the villa's walk-in closet.

The person in the mirror was wearing a black tight-fitting T-shirt and black tight-fitting pants, with shiny loafers on his feet. Bai Xiaojing had styled his hair into a hedgehog shape, a typical look for a spirited young man, with hair gel.

He stood on the last step of the spiral staircase and looked down at his outfit.

The leggings accentuated the leg lines too much, and the loafers had such sharp toes they could kick someone to death.

The blond-haired man peeked out from behind him, his honey-brown twin ponytails cascading down and brushing against his shoulders, his deep brown eyes filled with satisfaction and smugness.

"Dude, this outfit suits you so well! It really shows off your muscles! You look a million times better than those skinny guys who can't even fill out tight clothes!"

She reached out and patted him on the back with a crisp "smack," then quickly withdrew her hand and jumped back with a grin.

The tattooed arm rested against the armrest of the living room sofa, arms crossed over the chest, a tongue-shaped stud flashing between the lips.

She looked Lin Ye up and down, then nodded with utmost seriousness.

"That's the vibe. I once saw a group of energetic young men outside a factory. Their clothes weren't as expensive as mine, but they had the same charisma."

A woman with a floral tattoo walked out of the tea room carrying a fruit platter; the rose tattoo on her leg was strikingly red under the light.

She glanced at Lin Ye, placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, forked a piece of cantaloupe into her mouth, and mumbled, "He's handsome, but if you go out dressed like that, who else will the traffic cops stop if not you?"

Qi Liuhai cuddled in the corner of the sofa, hugging Wangcai, his eyes wide open beneath his bangs.

She looked at Lin Ye's tight pants, then at Lin Ye's loafers, then at Lin Ye's short hair that was styled with hair gel and stood up in strands, then lowered her head and buried her face in Wangcai's cat fur, her ears turning red.

Sisters Shen Qing and Shen Na stood side by side in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Shen Qing smiled slightly, but said nothing. She simply picked up the cup of freshly brewed honey water from the coffee table and gently placed it next to Lin Ye.

Shen Na leaned against the aluminum frame of the floor-to-ceiling window, her knitted cardigan slipping off her shoulders. Her gaze lingered for a moment on Lin Ye's tight pants before she turned her head away, pretending to look at the garden outside the window.

The sprinklers of the automatic irrigation system on the lawn were slowly rotating, and the water mist drew a very faint rainbow in the setting sun.

But her ears were clearly red.

Green Hair and Pink Hair rushed down from the second floor, their ear loops on their heads rubbing together.

They ran to the stairwell, saw Lin Ye's outfit, and simultaneously let out a drawn-out scream.

"Bro! Are you going to cause a ruckus in the streets?!"

"Loafers! Skinny jeans! The 'energetic young man's' three-piece outfit is missing a 'ghost fire' item! Where's the 'ghost fire'?!"

The will-o'-the-wisp was parked right in front of the villa.

Nine vehicles.

They lined up in a row, completely filling the cobblestone path of the private garden.

Wang Xiaoying is indeed efficient – ​​the message was sent yesterday afternoon, and by noon today, nine ghost cars had been delivered to the villa's door by a small truck.

When the deliveryman unloaded the last "ghost fire" from the truck, he looked at the 860-square-meter detached villa in front of him, and then at the signature "Wang Xiaoying" on the delivery slip. His expression was extremely complicated.

"This villa of yours—with nine 'ghost fire' cars—is it for fun or for taking photos?"

The blond-haired guy stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips and replied in an extremely matter-of-fact tone, "Of course it's for fun! Staging a photo would be such a waste!"

The nine ghost cars are now parked quietly on the garden path in front of the villa.

Each one was a model specified by Lin Ye and Wang Xiaoying.

The best kind.

The car body is painted with cool, colorful light strips, the rims are inlaid with LED light beads, the seats are made of genuine leather with stitching, and the front of the car is equipped with a Bluetooth speaker - so you can play music while driving, and the volume is so loud that it can be heard throughout the whole street.

The blond-haired guy was the first to rush out.

She ran to her pink scooter, straddled it, gripped the handlebars, pressed the start button with her thumbs, and the LED light strip on the rims instantly lit up, turning into a pink halo in the sunset.

The Bluetooth speaker automatically connected to her phone's playlist, and a corny, upbeat song blasted from the car's front speaker, the subwoofer making Wangcai perk up its ears from Zhao Xiaoyue's arms.

"Dude! This sound system is even better than the one at that bubble tea shop I used to mooch off!"

The blond-haired man rode atop a pink will-o'-the-wisp, his honey-brown twin tails trembling slightly from the subwoofer's booming sound, his deep brown pupils gleaming. A tattooed arm followed closely behind.

She stepped onto the black ghost fire, the koi fish on her tattooed arm gleaming with a faint bluish light under the cold white light of the LED headlights.

She twisted the throttle, the motor emitted a low hum, then turned to look at Lin Ye, her tongue flashing between her lips.

"Brother, this one's mine. Black matches my tattooed arms perfectly."

The man with the flowery legs rode up on that wine-red ghost fire bike.

She was wearing denim shorts today, and the rose tattoo on her leg was a striking red in the sunset, contrasting beautifully with the red light strips spinning on the rim of the ghost fire car.

She connected her phone to the Bluetooth speaker, switched to a more upbeat song, and then turned around and yelled at the green-haired and pink-haired kids, "Let's go! Let's rock the streets!"

Green Hair and Pink Hair had already mounted their respective fluorescent-colored ghost bikes—one mint green and the other peach pink.

The two people pressed the start button at the same time, and the LED light strips on the wheel hubs started spinning, drawing two colorful arcs of light in the sunset.

Qi Liuhai placed the space capsule cat carrier on the footrest of the pedal fire, and Wangcai poked its paw out of the hemispherical window and patted the plastic wall, its ears standing straight up.

She glanced down to check Wangcai's seatbelt, then mounted and quietly followed at the back of the group.

Sisters Shen Qing and Shen Na rode side by side on their respective white ghost fire vehicles.

Shen Qing turned the stereo volume down to the lowest setting, leaving only a quiet folk song playing on repeat in her headphones. Shen Na helped her reconnect the Bluetooth speaker on the front of the car, then glanced back at Lin Ye.

Lin Ye stepped into the main vehicle.

The body is dark gray, but the LED light strips on the rims are gold. The Bluetooth speaker on the front is a size larger than the other eight. The seat is made of perforated leather, and the handlebars are inlaid with a dark gold metal ring.

He gripped the handlebars.

My fingers are a little stiff.

He hadn't ridden an electric bike in a long time.

The last one I owned was back in college—a secondhand, beat-up electric car with malfunctioning brakes that could only travel 30 kilometers on a full charge.

He dated his ex-girlfriend Zhang Qian for three years, and she never let him take her out on his electric scooter. She said it was too embarrassing to ride on an electric scooter, and her colleagues would laugh at her.

Lin Ye shook these distracting thoughts out of his mind.

He turned his head away.

The neckline of the tight T-shirt fluttered slightly in the wind, and the hedgehog-style short hair was edged with gold in the sunset, revealing a sharp jawline.

"How about it? Don't you look like a spirited young man?"

Huang Mao rode beside her on her pink Ghost Fire bike, her honey-brown twin ponytails trembling slightly in the sound of the car's stereo.

She scanned Lin Ye's tight pants, loafers, gold wheels, and will-o'-the-wisp from head to toe, then looked up, her deep brown eyes filled with undisguised adoration.

"Brother, you look so alike, but you're so handsome!"

The woman with the tattooed arm twisted the accelerator, and the black firelight shot forward a bit. She turned around and shouted, "Nobody's as handsome as me! I'm the top-tier of all the 'energetic young men'! The absolute best!"

Hua Tui twisted the throttle, and the wine-red ghost fire emitted a low hum. The rear wheel spun in place for a moment, and the red light on the rim drew an arc.

"Bro! Let's go rock the streets!"

His eyes were filled with excitement.

Huang Mao was the first to twist the accelerator.

Pink will-o'-the-wisps shot out from the cobblestone path, and the pink light strips on the wheel hubs spun into a complete halo in the sunset.

She lifted the front of the car, which hovered in mid-air for a moment before settling back down steadily.

A standard upturned head.

The blond-haired boy turned back and shouted into the woods, his honey-brown twin ponytails swaying in the wind like two flags.

"Bro, look! A wheelie! Before, when we rode on other people's motorcycles, they wouldn't let me practice! Now I have my own bike, I can wheelie however I want!"

Green Hair and Pink Hair twisted the accelerator at the same time, and two fluorescent lights, one green and one pink, swept out from both sides of the cobblestone path, the light strips on the wheel hubs drawing two parallel bright lines in the sunset.

The subwoofer blasted from their speakers, making the villa's French windows tremble slightly.

The tattooed arm twisted the throttle and chased after it. The tattooed arm gripped the handlebars tightly, and the rear wheel spun freely, making a sharp friction sound.

Flowery legs followed closely behind, and as the wine-red ghost fire turned out of the villa gate, the red light on the wheel hubs drew a complete arc at the bend at the end of the path.

Qi Liuhai followed quietly behind, while Wangcai stood up with one ear perked up in the cat carrier, its tail swishing back and forth on the footrest.

Shen Qing and Shen Na rode out of the courtyard gate side by side. Shen Na's knitted cardigan fluttered in the wind, but Shen Qing reached out and pressed it back down.

Lin Ye twisted the accelerator.

The gold rims of the dark gray main car started spinning, and the Bluetooth speaker at the front of the car automatically connected to his phone, blasting out a corny, upbeat song in the same style as theirs.

The subwoofer's vibrations made his hands, which were gripping the handlebars, go numb.

He caught up with the group ahead, his legs, encased in tight pants, casting a black silhouette in the setting sun.

A row of colorful will-o'-the-wisps lined up along the tree-lined avenue in the villa area, their LED light strips flickering in the shadows of the plane trees.

Like a bolt of lightning striking from another world.