Speed ​​God

Chapter 23 Mother
Beep. Beep.

The phone rang only twice before Lu Cheng answered, "Hey, Xiao Zhou, calling at this hour, did you get caught by the teacher secretly playing on your phone during extracurricular study?"

His first words were a rant.

This secret trip across the continent was actually hard-won.

A few days ago, Lu Zhizhou's parents went on business trips for about four days, leaving Lu Zhizhou alone at home.

On Friday, the school organized an extracurricular activity, a two-day, one-night trip to Suzhou. Lu Zhizhou told his family that he had signed up and relied on his friends to cover for him.

Concealing the truth!

Similar situations have occurred before. Lu Zhizhou has always performed well, is independent, and has a good track record, so his parents are not worried at all.

But unexpectedly, Lu Zhizhou made a huge mess of things the first time he encountered a problem.

Lu Zhizhou knew he couldn't keep up the lie any longer, so he tore off the band-aid in one go, deciding that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one. "Dad, I ran away to go racing. I'm in... Maranello, Italy right now."

Lu Cheng: ...

One second. Two seconds.

After a brief silence, Lu Cheng blurted out, "Where do you think you are right now?"

But immediately realizing his volume, he tried his best to lower his voice, "Didn't you secretly go to Hangzhou? How come you suddenly went to Europe?"

"Isn't this a bit too much of a leap? You're incredibly audacious!"

Lu Zhizhou's eyes widened. "How did you know about Hangzhou..." Actually, there was a street race in Hangzhou this weekend, but the prize money wasn't as good as Lorenzo's, so Lu Zhizhou chose to take a bold risk.

Lu Cheng snorted coldly, "You brat, even Sun Wukong can't escape the Buddha's Five Finger Mountain. Do you think you're so smart? You think you can fool me by tidying up the room and living room and deliberately leaving some messy details?"

"You forgot all the details of the dust buildup, it gave you away immediately. It's obvious that no one's been here for at least two days. If I hadn't come back early to clean it up, your mother would have noticed..."

If he wasn't careful, his voice would rise again. Lu Cheng quickly slammed on the brakes, regained his composure, and lowered his voice once more.

"What's going on in Italy? You're incredibly audacious! How did you even get there? You didn't forge our signatures, did you?"

Lu Zhizhou, on the other side of the phone, also grimaced, his teeth aching. "The embassy gave us a one-year multiple-entry visa for that summer camp in July."

Just four months ago, Lu Zhizhou School organized a summer camp trip to Europe, taking students to Italy to experience the charm of ancient Rome.

That was the first time Lu Zhizhou had ever stepped out of the country.

Lu Cheng could hardly believe his ears and gasped, "Let me tell you, you've really messed up this time. I really can't save you from your mother's clutches."

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

"Wait, Maranello? You just said Maranello? What's going on with Maranello...?"

As a racing enthusiast, how could Lu Cheng not know Maranello?
However, Lu Cheng did not finish his sentence. There was complete silence on the other end of the phone; even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Lu Zhizhou felt the hairs on the back of his head stand on end, a sense of foreboding washing over him. He turned around abruptly, only to find no one behind him.

Then there's only one explanation. Her heart suddenly raced, and she slowly asked, "Dad... are you at the repair shop or at home? Isn't Mom still at the company?"

There was no response on the other end of the phone, raising suspicions about the extent of the disconnection.

Then, a slightly tired and tense voice came through the receiver, but it was still undeniably melodious, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

"What Maranello? Who are you talking to, Xiaozhou?"

Lu Zhizhou shook his head repeatedly, "Dad, no—no... Dad..."

Lu Cheng's voice came through, sounding exceptionally bright and cheerful, "Xiao Zhou, your mother is here. Talk to her."

Lu Zhizhou: No…

However, it was too late. That gentle, warm voice had already come through, "Xiaozhou, didn't you say you'd be back today? Around what time will you be home?" Oh no. I'm doomed.

The sky collapsed.

Jiang Mo, Lu Zhizhou's mother, is a lawyer.

Over the years, whether it was training go-karts or helping out at the repair shop, Jiang Mo never stopped him. She wasn't a mother who strictly controlled everything. When Lu Cheng mortgaged the house to support Lu Zhizhou's continued go-karting training, she didn't object either. But she was principled and stuck to her bottom line.

Jiang Mo is willing for her son Lu Zhizhou to try different things, including participating in extracurricular activities to broaden his horizons. She even suggested he attend summer camp this year. Jiang Mo's bottom line is his academic performance; it cannot be taken lightly or ignored.

In this family, Lu Cheng makes the decisions on small matters, while Jiang Mo makes the decisions on big matters.

Even though they were separated by thousands of miles, Lu Zhizhou instinctively straightened his back in front of his mother. He understood that telling the truth was the best course of action, and that playing tricks would often have a more tragic outcome.

"Mom, I'm in Italy right now..."

Jiang Mo was taken aback; this answer was completely unexpected.

But in just half a second, Jiang Mo had already regained his footing and quickly switched roles, "Are you alright? Are you safe? Did you encounter any difficulties? Are you injured?"

"If there's a problem, call the police immediately. I'll contact the consulate right now."

My first reaction wasn't to blame, but to worry.

Lu Zhizhou felt even more guilty and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, I'm fine, I'm perfectly fine, everything is safe and sound, there's no need to worry."

Jiang Mo let out a soft breath, his tense nerves relaxing.

She looked up at Lu Cheng, her eyes showing a hint of inquiry.

Lu Cheng immediately raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: I don't know anything.

Jiang Mo did not respond, remaining reserved in his stance. "So, what exactly happened in Italy?"

Lu Zhizhou felt a chill run down his spine. He hesitated, wondering whether to tell the whole story or only reveal half of it. But considering his mother's keen insight, he felt that honesty was the right thing to do, so he obediently told her the whole story, including the trial contract with the Ferrari Youth Academy.

Jiang Mo remained calm throughout, extremely calm, without rushing to interrupt. He patiently and persuasively questioned every detail, comparing the before and after, and sketching out the whole picture in his mind until everything was settled. "So, you mean they're offering you a contract to stay and train?"

Lu Zhizhou nodded obediently, "Yes, that's right. They're going to fax the contract over, and you can only sign it after you agree to it."

Jiang Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath—

"Lu! Zhi! Zhou! Are you crazy?! You're secretly racing street cars?! And you even went all the way to Italy?! Have you had it too easy?!"

The storm finally arrived.

Jiang Mo, who is usually calm and restrained, rarely gets angry, but when he does, the earth shakes.

Lu Zhizhou stood on the side of the phone receiver, trembling. He quickly pulled the phone away, but his mother's roar still came crashing down on him.

The roaring letters in "Harry Potter" are probably much less impressive.

The Lu Zhizhou before them was nowhere to be seen; he was like a wilted bean sprout, standing dejectedly in place, enduring the scolding without daring to utter a single word, his face etched with "life is meaningless."

This outburst of anger, vast and mighty, swept past—

No one survived.

It wasn't until Jiang Mo's question came through the phone receiver, "Are you deliberately pulling the receiver away now?"

Lu Zhizhou hurriedly put the receiver to his ear, "No. Mom, I just..."

Jiang Mo took a deep breath, seemingly regaining his composure after the storm, and his voice returned to normal, "Lu Zhizhou, I am so disappointed in you."

　As is typical of slow-burn stories, please be patient and follow Lu Zhizhou's footsteps. The story will only get more exciting! Thank you for your support! Keep reading! Keep reading! Keep reading!

　　
　
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