Read It Ten Times to Me

"Your mother! You little bastards, you looking to die? If you don't know how to ride, then don't. Don't block the damn road."

The boy with dyed yellow hair pointed at Su Yang and started cursing.

The two of them looked to be about eighteen or nineteen, scrawny with sharp, weasel-like faces, giving off a bit of a delinquent vibe. The cars were probably rented.

Su Yang narrowed his eyes and walked towards them, his gaze instantly turning sharp.

"What are you looking at? Didn't you hear me?" The little punk's aggressive tone didn't lessen as he pointed at Su Yang's nose and yelled.

Su Yang was half a head taller than both of them. He looked down slightly, sizing them up, then spoke: "Are you in a hurry to be reborn?"

"What?"

"I said, are you driving this fast because you're in a hurry to be reborn?"

"Or is there a ghost chasing you? Are you blind? Cars aren't allowed on this road."

"You..."

"Me what? Can't you see the sign at the intersection?"

"You motherf—, where I drive is none of your damn business!! Who the hell said cars can't go on this road?"

"Ah, screw wasting words with him." The gray-haired boy behind the punk said with a look of annoyance, rushing forward ready to fight Su Yang.

These two boys were young after all, with brash and impulsive personalities. Add to that the fact there were two girls sitting in the cars behind them, wanting to show off in front of others was pretty normal.

But Su Yang wasn't about to indulge them.

His eyes focused as he sidestepped to avoid the kick from the gray-haired boy's right foot, then swiftly slapped the boy squarely across the face.

Smack!

A crisp sound rang out. The gray-haired boy took the full force of Su Yang's slap.

He saw stars, staggered sideways a few steps, and then landed on his backside in the field.

"Your mother!!" Seeing this, the punk standing nearby widened his eyes, shouted, and threw a punch at Su Yang's face.

Su Yang easily tilted his head to dodge, then delivered an uppercut to the punk's abdomen.

Thud!

"Arghhh!!"

The punk's face twisted in pain from Su Yang's punch, his whole body curling up.

Seeing this, Su Yang reached out, grabbed the punk's ear, and started dragging him towards the intersection.

"Ahhh!! Let go of me, you bastard!! I'll kill you!"

The punk flailed his hands, trying to pry Su Yang's grip loose, but how could he possibly move it?

Su Yang held the punk's ear like he was carrying a little monkey and quickly walked to the intersection.

He then threw him to the ground and pointed at the standing sign. "Open your damn eyes and take a good look at what's written on there."

At this point, the punk was in no mood to listen to Su Yang. He just felt humiliated, especially in front of the two girls in the car.

He scrambled up and launched a flying kick at Su Yang.

Su Yang shook his head helplessly, reached out and caught the punk's foot, then swiftly swept his own right leg against the punk's shin, kicking him down again.

Whack!!

"Ah!"

The punk face-planted heavily onto the gravel-strewn ground with a cry of pain.

"Brother Su Yang, watch out!" Su Qingci, who was standing not far away, suddenly called out loudly.

Su Yang turned to look and saw the gray-haired boy he had slapped into the field earlier charging at him with a wooden stick he'd found from somewhere.

"You little bastard, I'll end you!!" The stick-wielding gray-haired boy roared, arriving in front of Su Yang and swinging the stick down at his head.

Su Yang's expression changed. Before the stick could hit his head, he quickly lifted his foot and delivered a powerful kick to the gray-haired boy's stomach.

Thump!!

With a dull sound, the gray-haired boy flew backwards like a kite with its string cut, landing once more in the field.

He kept vomiting the water he had drunk earlier.

Seeing this, the punk on the ground widened his eyes in shock and fear. He suddenly understood one thing.

This guy in front of him seemed a bit fierce; the two of them were no match for him.

Before he could get up, Su Yang turned his gaze towards him.

He shuddered, wanting to get up and run, but Su Yang quickly kicked him back to the ground, then crouched down, grabbed his ear again, and lifted him up effortlessly.

"Ahh, big brother, big brother, I was wrong, I was wrong!!" The punk's face was contorted in pain, his hands desperately clutching Su Yang's wrist as he begged for mercy.

Su Yang lifted him up, pulled him next to the road sign, and pointed at the words. "Kid, read what's written there out loud for me."

"Okay, okay, big brother, please let go first, my ear's about to be torn off, ahh, it hurts!"

"Read it!!" Su Yang not only didn't let go but added a bit more force as he shouted.

"Ow ow ow! Okay, okay, I'll read it, I'll read it." The punk looked up at the sign in pain and shouted: "Motor vehicles prohibited on this road."

"Louder, I can't hear you! Read it ten times!"

"Ahh, motor vehicles prohibited on this road."

"Motor vehicles prohibited on this road."

"Motor vehicles prohi—"

...

The punk finished the ten repetitions at a speed that could rival a rapper.

After he finished, Su Yang pointed at the two 718s parked on the small path and glared at him. "Are what you're driving motor vehicles?"

"Yes, yes, yes!!"

"And you still drove in here? Driving in is one thing, but you saw people on the road and didn't slow down, then kept honking behind me?"

"No, big brother, it's mainly because just now... ahh, just now we were going too fast and couldn't brake well, and there was a sharp curve ahead, I was afraid we'd skid out, so when I saw a small path by the roadside, I turned in."

"Ahh, big brother, can you let go now? It hurts!"

Su Yang, still holding the punk's ear, turned him around and said calmly, "Will you drive that fast next time?"

"No, no, big brother, we were wrong, we really won't dare anymore!"

Su Yang glared at the punk and released his grip. "Get your friend and back your cars out of here. Get lost!"

"Okay, okay, we're leaving right away!"

The punk, grimacing and holding his ear, hurried towards the car.

By now, the other gray-haired boy had also recovered somewhat. Clutching his stomach, he jogged up. The two of them exchanged a few low words before quickly getting into their cars and reversing.

Once they had backed onto the main road, the punk and the gray-haired boy in the car behind shouted at Su Yang: "Screw your mother!! You little bastard, just you wait!"

As soon as they finished cursing, they drove off like bats out of hell.

Su Yang smiled wryly, watching the two cars speed away, thinking to himself: "You two kids, better not let me run into you again~"

Only then did Meng Qianyu and Su Qingci quickly run over.

Meng Qianyu asked with concern: "Brother Su Yang, are you okay?"

Su Yang spread his hands and gave a faint smile. "What could happen to me? Let's continue~"

"Still learning?"

"What? Giving up after one failure?"

Meng Qianyu took a deep breath and stammered: "No, I saw how easily you guys were riding and thought it would be easy to learn, but I didn't expect it to be this hard."

"That's why you need more practice. It's fine. After that first try just now, you'll do much better this time."

"Just remember what I said: relax, don't rush. You scare yourself easily when you rush. This thing is actually very simple. Come on."

After saying this, Su Yang gently pushed the two girls forward by their backs.

"That was an accident just now. There shouldn't be any more cars driving in here now."

The three of them arrived beside the electric bike once more. Su Yang pushed the bike to the middle of the road and looked at Meng Qianyu with a smile. "Hop on~"

"Oh, okay."

Meng Qianyu walked to the bike, swung her leg over, and sat down, gripping the handlebars with both hands.

Su Yang glanced at the kickstand. "Fold the stand up."

"Right~" Meng Qianyu took a deep breath and used her foot to flip the stand up. Then, looking straight ahead, she asked, "Is this okay?"

"All good. Remember, twist the throttle gently. You need to get a feel for the bike's speed."

"Once you pick up a bit of speed, just put your feet on the footrests and steer. Go ahead."

"Okay~" Meng Qianyu agreed and twisted the throttle once more.

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