Once a person loses his or her inch, no one can save him.

The two stood at the intersection and waited for more than ten minutes. Unfortunately, there were passengers in every taxi passing by. Now it was the peak period of get off work and school. There were more than 40 passengers in the taxi software lined up.

Wen Niannian and Ji Chi looked at each other helplessly, and Ji Chi pointed at the electric tricycle on the side of the road: "How about we sit here?"

Wen Niannian glanced at the tricycle, which was convertible and very worn, and it looked like it was about to fall apart.

She was speechless: "Do you want me to die?"

Ji Chi scratched the back of his head.

It was just at this moment that there was a sharp sound of brakes on the side of the road, and an extremely cool motorcycle parked in front of the two of them.

Wen Yan took off his goggles and raised them to Wen Niannian, saying hello.

Seeing Wen Yan, Ji Chi immediately pulled Wen Niannian behind him and looked at him with caution.

Wen Yan was wearing a black jacket and a kind of cold temperament. With this motorcycle that looked not cheap, it was absolutely cool.

Many girls around him looked at him, and even took out their phones to take photos at him.

It's so handsome that it's unreasonable.

“Where to go.”

Before Wen Niannian could answer, Ji Chi hurriedly said: "What's your business?"

Wen Yan glanced at him with a sharp eye. Ji Chi immediately stood behind Wen Niannian and muttered: "Go to meet...the exhibition center."

Wen Niannian glanced at him with disgust, and if he is timid, don’t force himself to stand up.

Wen Yan raised her jaw and said in a brief tone...

“Get on the bus.”

Wen Niannian looked at the watch and hesitated for a moment. She took the helmet handed over by Wen Yan and sat behind him.

"Then... please trouble you."

Wen Yan also put on gray goggles and stepped on the engine.

With a "swoosh", the motorcycle drove out.

On the way, Wen Niannian reminded him to slow down at least ten times.

Wen Yan turned his head slightly and said helplessly: "It's already the slowest speed, okay."

"But it's still very soon!"

"I'm afraid, just hug me."

Wen Niannian grabbed the clothes on his waist and insisted on keeping a fist distance from him.

Wen Yan just laughed, and didn't force him.

Through the thin fabric, Wen Niannian could feel the tightness of his waist muscles.

His back is tall, his shoulders are very wide, but his waist is very thin.

The figure is...so good.

"Let's slower!"

"I have never been so slow in my life."

It sounds like she is driving, but she has no evidence.

"Shut up, you."

Hearing the banquet, he smiled in the wind.

Very happy.

She was once the only beauty and comfort in his miserable childhood.

And now, he also has his own selfishness and wants more.

When the motorcycle passed by No. 13 Middle School, several girls on the roadside were shocked.

Did they read that right? There was a girl sitting on the motorcycle at the banquet!

When did Wenyan let the girl take his baby motorcycle? Not to mention the girl, even his best buddies were wanted to touch his car!

A group of girls stood at the school gate, watching Wen Yan's motorcycle pass by the roadside, turning into lemon essence.

After passing the Third Ring Road section, it turned out that traffic jam began during the rush hour after work.

Fortunately, the motorcycle at Wenyan was able to travel freely through non-motorized vehicle lanes, and Wen Niannian was secretly grateful that she did not take a taxi or bus.

Looking at this long queue that is endless, I don’t know when it will be blocked.

Passing by a taxi, Wen Niannian saw Wen Ke'er anxious in the car window.

Sometimes she looked at her watch, sometimes she stuck her head out of the car window, and looked at the endless traffic.

There are less than forty minutes left before the start of the game. When will this be blocked?

But now she is in the driveway and she doesn't even have the chance to get off the car.

As soon as he looked up, Wen Keer saw Wen Niannian sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle.

Wen Yan drove in the unobstructed non-motorized vehicle lane, deliberately slowing down, allowing Wen Niannian to have enough time to look at Wen Keer, and...

She raised an arrogant middle finger at her.

Wen Ke'er was so angry that her nostrils were about to smoke!

The motorcycle stopped in front of the exhibition center building, and it was only half an hour before the competition began, and it was just right.

Wen Niannian took off her safety helmet, handed it to Wen Yan, and said, "Thank you."

If it weren't for him, she might have been late.

"I don't want to be a good person in vain, I have to pay it back."

I know that there is no vain lunch in the world.

Wen Niannian asked, "What do you want me to do, just give me instructions."

Wen Yan picked the corners of her eyes and said with a smile: "I haven't thought about it yet, add a WeChat account and tell you after I have thought about it."

"Okay."

Wen Niannian took out her cell phone readily and added Wen Yan’s WeChat.

"Then I'll go in."

"Um."

The girl praised her step up the stairs in just two steps, as if she remembered something again, and turned to Wenyan and told her: "You should be slower on the way back."

"Get in quickly."

"By bye."

She waved at him.

Wen Yan put on gray goggles. In the black and white world, her slender and well-behaved figure became the only color.

He touched the helmet, which was still warm in his hand, and a trace of undercurrent flashed in his eyes.

The final was held at the Convention and Exhibition Center. The Convention and Exhibition Center was not big, with about a hundred seats, and the seats were semi-circular and circularly revolving around the stage in the middle.

There are no more than 100 players entering the finals.

Ten minutes before the exam, Wen Keer finally arrived at the scene, panting, and thought she had just experienced a speed of life and death.

Wen Niannian looked back at her.

The war was already ignited in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and wanted to swallow Wen Niannian alive.

Scary.

The last one to enter the examination room was Jiang Yu.

It is now late autumn, and he is still wearing a regular white shirt, with buttons meticulously tied to his neck, showing a cold and elegant temperament.

Even when he entered the examination room at the last moment, he still took calm steps without any panic, nor was he panting and messy like other students who rushed into the examination room.

Jiang Yu maintains his own rhythm at any time.

His life seemed to be always calm and unstoppable.

His position was behind Wen Niannian. After sitting down, Wen Niannian turned around and smiled at him...

"Hey, you... were you blocked on the road by the rush hour just now?"

Jiang Yu was sharpening a pencil, twisting the pencil sharpener with his slender fingertips, grinding the pencil tip into a thin and pointed tip.

Ignore her.

Wen Niannian's mouth opened and said with a smile: "What are you pretending?"

Jiang Yu looked up and murmured with a light voice at the corner of his lips... "gun"
To be continued...