He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang's face darkened instantly, even though they were a little far away.

If they had gotten any closer, they would have known whether Yang Guang would have kicked it or not!

Yang Guang grabbed a handful of rice and threw it to the rooster, then took Er Lengzi outside to wait.

Not long after.

Yang Guang then saw a bright pink old man's car turn the corner from the street.

The car also has two silver racing stripes on its body, and a string of plastic crystal pendants hanging on the rearview mirror.

A stainless steel luggage rack was also welded onto the roof.

A peach wood sword with peeling paint was tied to the luggage rack.

in the driver's seat.

Jia Youcai's wrinkled old face peeked out of the car window.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he waved the other hand wildly at Yang Guang.

His face was full of smugness.

"Hey bro, get in the car!"

Yang Guang stood at his doorstep, staring at the flashy pink old man's car.

His lips twitched twice.

He turned his head and glanced at the white lantern hanging at his door.

Then I looked at the pink old man's car in front of me.

Suddenly I realized...

The atmosphere of their own gloomy little courtyard suddenly seemed quite normal in comparison.

Jia Youcai parked the car, leaned halfway out of the driver's seat, his wrinkled face scrunched up with pride: "How was it?"

"Is it cool or not?"

"I bought this from Old Li in the next village for three thousand eight hundred yuan!"

"It cost another 500 yuan to modify it!"

"One of a kind in the entire Fengdu!"

Yang Guang's lips twitched again.

It's unique in the entire Fengdu.

He believed that statement.

Because no other normal person would do such a thing.

really.

Whenever Yang Guang felt shameless, he would instantly feel that he still had a lot more face to lose when he met Jia Youcai.

Old Deng really doesn't want it!

Yang Guang thought so.

I really should learn from Jia Youcai.

How can one be as shameless as him?

The old man's motorbike emitted a loud roar, like a tractor starting up.

The pink plastic rearview mirror was shaking so badly it almost fell off, and the four wheels made various metallic scraping sounds as they turned.

Yang Guang opened the passenger door and got in.

A broken spring suddenly popped out of the seat and pierced right into my buttocks.

He moved forward slightly in pain.

The passenger door wouldn't close, so Jia Youcai pulled a rusty wire from his pocket.

Slide it onto the doorknob and tighten it two full turns.

"brother."

Jia Youcai patted the steering wheel, which was covered in patina, and said, "My car accelerates incredibly fast."

"Hold on tight!"

He floored the accelerator.

The old man let out a scream and darted away.

The speed reached an astonishing twenty kilometers per hour.

The carriage was filled with a mixture of cheap leather and the smell of years of dry tobacco.

The cheap, no-name subwoofer on the center console, which cost 9.9 yuan including shipping, started vibrating wildly.

The outer casing was almost shaken to pieces.

Zhang Qiang's nostalgic voice instantly echoed throughout the entire street: "Summer, summer, quietly passing by, leaving behind little secrets~"

Due to poor sound quality.

There was also a crackling sound of leaking electricity.

Yang Guang pulled up the hood of his hoodie and fastened it tightly over his head.

He kept his head down, holding his phone in both hands.

Pretending to be looking at my phone.

This is used to cover most of the face.

Actually, the phone screen was completely black, with only two bars of battery left, and he couldn't bear to turn on the screen to check the time.

In the back seat.

Er Lengzi lay sprawled on the tattered cushion with all four legs.

It buried its head tightly in its two front paws, its ears drooping flat.

It peeked at Yang Guang through its claws.

I bet he's internally ranting and raving right now.

Yang Guang didn't even bother with it.

Can't you see how embarrassing you are?

What does a dog like you need face for?

Although that's what he thought in his heart, he now deeply regrets it.

This afternoon, a huge sum of 300,000 yuan just came into my account!

Taking a private car to eat is no problem at all; it's not like I can't afford it. It's all my fault for having that damned desire to get a bargain.

I won't take a ride that's free.

I always feel like I'm losing out big time.

it's good now.

Her face was completely gone.

Because this pink electric scooter was so conspicuous, it attracted the attention of passersby like a radar.

The red light is on ahead.

Jia Youcai slammed on the brakes.

The car moved forward half a meter and stopped in front of the zebra crossing.

A red electric tricycle for grocery shopping was parked in the next lane.

The person riding the bicycle was a woman in her sixties, wearing a brightly colored floral shirt.

Jia Youcai reached out and rolled down the car window, put one arm on the windowsill, turned his head, and whistled a very loud, vulgar whistle at the old lady.

The older woman turned her head and stared at him.

Jia Youcai flicked a head of hair that didn't actually exist on his head.

"Little sister."

"Want to try my pink memories?"

"Let me help you rediscover your youthful days."

The woman paused for two seconds, then held up the reusable bag hanging on the handlebars of her bicycle.

"You're insane!"

The old lady turned the switch handle.

He sped off, running a red light.

Jia Youcai shook his head repeatedly as he watched her retreating figure.

"They don't know how to appreciate it."

Yang Guang hunched his body down to the bottom, his knees almost touching his chin.

Holy crap!

They've truly taken shamelessness to the extreme.

After finally arriving at the restaurant, Yang Guang immediately got out of the car and ran away, not even having time to spare Er Lengzi.

The slow-witted boy was so anxious that he frantically scratched at the door from behind.

I almost couldn't hold back and started talking like a human!

Fortunately.

The meal went quite smoothly.

While Yang Guang was indulging in a feast, he also took care of Er Lengzi.

It ate quite a lot too.

They ate and drank their fill.

Zhou Dacheng then cautiously looked at Yang Guang and asked, "Master Yang, when would you like to go over?"

"Is there anything I need to prepare?"

Yang Guang shook his head: "No need for that, we can just go directly there."

"I have prepared everything that needs to be prepared."

"OK!"

"Shall we set off now?"

"Let's go."

Just as Jia Youcai parked his beat-up old car on the curb, Zhou Dacheng's convoy of cars drove up.

All of them were black minivans.

The door of the Maybach with the starry sky roof in the middle slid open slowly.

Zhou Dacheng stood by the car door and bowed slightly: "Master Yang, please get in the car."

Yang Guang stepped onto the thick carpet.

I sank into the aviation-grade leather seat.

He reached out and touched the gleaming metal buttons on the armrest, then looked up at the starry roof of the car.

The seats come with ventilation and heating, as well as 16-point constant temperature massage.

Yang Guang's body was taut and straight.

This level of comfort.

This texture.

This is what you call traveling!

Compared to this car, what is Jia Youcai's dilapidated Pink Memories?

It's practically a mobile recycling center!

Yang Guang secretly vowed that if he ever rode in Lao Jia's car again, he would write his name backwards!

Er Lengzi followed closely behind and scurried into the carriage.

The dog was stomping wildly on the carpet with its four paws, its mouth agape.

It lay down on the leather seat, pawed at the small refrigerator next to it with its two front paws, and peered around curiously.

Zhou Dacheng's assistant immediately took out a portion of imported fresh-cut raw meat from the small refrigerator, placed it on a clean ceramic plate, and presented it to Er Lengzi.

Er Lengzi took a big bite and chewed it.

His mouth was covered in oil from eating.

Yang Guang sat beside him, watching this scene unfold.

I was internally ranting and raving.

The dog's food allowance exceeds his total food allowance over the past eighteen years.

Evil capitalists.

That's absolutely wonderful!