Love Apartment: Yifei is my junior aunt

Chapter 225 Flying Star Reappears

Nanfeng replied matter-of-factly, "I don't have a motorcycle license. Am I supposed to just buy a motorcycle and leave it there to rust?"

He has no problem steering with his left hand, but as for riding a motorcycle... I've never actually tried it.

As Nanfeng answered, he manipulated the electric lifting platform to land.

"Then why did you bring us here?"

Looking at the enormous tire, taller than his waist, Guan Gu hesitated for a moment before reasoning again, "You wouldn't... want Teacher Zeng to curl up inside this tire and roll all the way down the overpass, would you?"

Nanfeng was stunned, and his eyes were full of admiration as he looked at Guangu.

"Guan Gu, you're a genius!"

"Did I guess right?"

"How is that possible?"

Only Guan Gu could come up with such a ridiculous reasoning. Did you really think Teacher Zeng was invincible?

Guan Gu became even more puzzled upon hearing this. He looked at the electric lifting platform behind the vehicle, which consisted of two iron boxes holding a large tire in place, and nothing else.

"But there's nothing here except tires."

Nanfeng patted the iron boxes on both sides of the electric lifting platform used to fix the spare tire: "These two sides are storage boxes that can be used for storage. The real thing is here."

As he spoke, he opened the iron boxes on the left and right sides to the group. The iron box on the left contained a variety of miscellaneous items such as safety ropes, climbing ropes, sleds, skateboards, and roller skates.

The box on the right contained props such as shovels and spades, but what caught Guan Gu's attention the most was a folding black wheelchair.

"This, this is..."

Guan Gu was overjoyed: "Isn't this Xiao Hei's Flying Star wheelchair?"

Indeed, the box on the right, placed at the very front, contains the Flying Star wheelchair that helped Guan Gu secure his position as the God of the Snake Mountain.

Do you remember that Flying Star wheelchair racing competition that was never scheduled to be held?

According to Xiao Hei at the time, the problem was that there wasn't enough money, the participants were undecided, and there were no sponsors.

Actually, Xiao Hei had been working hard to find sponsors, but recently he has shifted his focus to treating Nanfeng's condition, so it was only natural that Nanfeng took on this task.

Since Nanfeng wants to attract sponsors, he definitely needs a Feixing wheelchair; otherwise, trying to get sponsors by just talking would exhaust him.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy here.

"Guan Gu, I'm leaving the rest to you."

Nanfeng patted Guangu's shoulder heavily: "You've driven the Feixing wheelchair before, so you're quite familiar with it."

"Later, you can slowly drive the wheelchair to Teacher Zeng's place, and then teach him how to control the flying star step by step."

"The entire overpass and intersection are now blocked. Theoretically, there should be no danger for Teacher Zeng to drive his wheelchair off the overpass."

"Of course, you should still tell him to be very careful, especially once he can hail a taxi at the intersection, he should never use the wheelchair again."

Nanfeng sighed helplessly. In fact, the only correct way to deal with being stuck on the elevated road is to wait for it to reopen, or if there is a life-threatening emergency, you can ask the traffic police to take you out.

Other methods are more or less dangerous or violate traffic regulations.

But there's really no other way.

Moreover, using a Flying Star wheelchair in such traffic jams is much safer than using a skateboard, sled, or roller skates.

Besides, given Zeng Xiaoxian's physical condition and athletic ability, Nanfeng reasonably suspects that he wouldn't know how to use any of these things.

Nanfeng paused, then subtly reminded him, "You must remember to tell Teacher Zeng that his leg hasn't fully healed yet, and he'll still need a wheelchair if it's not absolutely necessary."

A presenter who is temporarily confined to a wheelchair and is rushing to the TV station for work sounds more convincing than a presenter stuck in traffic driving his wheelchair down an overpass.

Guan Gu roughly understood what Nan Feng meant, and he patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, I will definitely get Fei Xing's wheelchair safely to Teacher Zeng, who has a leg injury."

The two quickly unfolded the Feixing wheelchair, and Guan Gu affectionately stroked the familiar Feixing wheelchair.

"I never thought we'd meet again."

He sat in his wheelchair, skillfully fastened his seatbelt, leaned back, squinted his eyes, and looked completely at ease and comfortable.

"Ah~ that feels so familiar."

Guan Gu instinctively reached out to press a button hard at the bottom of the fixed handrail.

Nanfeng was startled and quickly stopped Guangu: "Calm down, you must calm down."

"This is a traffic jam on the overpass, not your Sheshan racing track!"

"Not to mention that you were driving against traffic on the way to find Teacher Zeng, please, please don't be reckless, okay?"

If Guan Gu were to activate the Flying Star wheelchair at full power, who knows what would happen at that crazy speed of 70 mph?

"All right."

Guan Gu thought Nan Feng's words made sense, so he pressed the regular start button on the Fei Xing wheelchair.

[The Flying Star wheelchair's low-power mode is now activated; I am the intelligent AI-powered exhaust flame.]

Long time no see, Mr. Guan Gu Shenqi.

Guan Gu looked at Nan Feng in surprise: "It actually recognizes me?"

Nanfeng explained succinctly, "The tail flame has been upgraded by Xiaohei based on your user experience; it has your data in its database."

Although the Feixing wheelchair looks like an ordinary wheelchair, it must have a camera installed, otherwise how could the exhaust flame assist driving when Guan Gu was racing in Sheshan?

"Sri Lanka No. 1!"

Guan Gu coughed lightly and pushed the wheelchair handle forward: "Tail Flame, let's go."

[Traffic congestion detected; I'll be there to ensure your safety.]

【3, 2, 1.】

【GO!】

Guan Gu launched himself into the air, but fortunately, the wheelchair's speed was only comparable to that of a regular electric car.

【Mr. Guan Gu, would you like to turn on the music?】

"Not at all."

Even at the starting speed of an electric car, Guan Gu excitedly shouted, "Because this time I can sing by myself!"

"Speeding at 30 mph (70 mph), I felt completely free."

"I hope the destination is the TV station (the Aegean Sea)."

"Run with all your might, Xiaoxian (dream) is on the other side."

"..."

The drivers, already frustrated by the traffic jam, watched helplessly as a wheelchair sped past them at 30 miles per hour, the young man in the wheelchair singing loudly as he drove it.

The drivers immediately cast sympathetic and pitying glances at Guan Gu.

It's so pitiful. At such a young age, not only are there problems with his legs, but his brain has also been damaged.

It's best to be like me, with hands and feet and good health.

Let it be congested; safety is the most important thing.

Otherwise, if there's a car accident or something unexpected happens, and I end up like this idiot, then my life will be completely ruined.

Thinking about this, the drivers' frustration subsided considerably.

Nanfeng watched Guan Gu's magical voice gradually disappear into the distance and said with a displeased expression, "Damn, Guan Gu's singing is actually not bad."

"I knew it was him and Yifei who deliberately tormented me that time in the earphone!"

"Guan Gu Shenqi, you just wait!"

Yu Mo looked ahead with concern: "Do you really think Guan Gu is okay?"

Mika and Curry Sauce exchanged a glance, then both shook their heads uncertainly.

Actually, I'm not sure either.

Nanfeng sighed, "But we really have no other choice. We can't just watch Teacher Zeng lose her job, can we?"

Yu Mo then asked, "Do you think Guan Gu will encounter traffic police?"

"How is that possible? The traffic here is completely jammed. I bet the traffic police have all driven over from the intersection closest to the accident to maintain traffic order."

Nanfeng waved to the three girls and said, "Let's go. Let's get in the car first and tell Teacher Zeng and the others about this, so they can quickly prepare to welcome our elevated highway racing god: Mr. Guan Gu the Miraculous."

The four of them then turned and walked into the car.

Just then, a biting gust of cold wind blew from behind, so strong that it almost made Mika lose her balance and fall forward.

The bouncy ball that the braised pork knuckle had been biting into loosened and fell out with the wind.

The bouncy ball flew forward with the cold wind, and when the wind stopped, it bounced and rolled forward at an unimaginable speed with tremendous inertia.

Mika exclaimed, "Oh no, my ball!"

"Woof!"

Before Meijia could finish speaking, the braised pork knuckle, which had been obediently nestled in Meijia's arms, suddenly lunged forward and chased after the bouncy ball.

"Oh no, my dog!"

"What the heck!" Nanfeng quickly chased after the braised pork knuckle.

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

……

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

Yifei urged Zeng Xiaoxian, who was constantly warming up, "Didn't Zhanbo already calculate it for you? The shortest distance from here to a place where you can hail a taxi is only five kilometers."

"We have 53 minutes left. Subtracting the 30-minute drive to the TV station, we have 23 minutes left."

"Running five kilometers in twenty-three minutes is four minutes and thirty-six seconds per kilometer. The passing time for male college students to run one kilometer is four minutes and thirty-two seconds."

"You can't even run for four minutes and thirty-six seconds?"

"That's such a waste of his talent!"

While warming up, Zeng Xiaoxian sneered, "You're talking like you think all college students these days can pass a long-distance run. Besides, is running one kilometer the same as running five kilometers continuously?"

Zeng Xiaoxian was already panting heavily after just a warm-up: "Don't even mention back in college, I've never run five kilometers in my entire life!"

"These are all excuses. I'm a girl and I can run five kilometers in under eighteen minutes."

"Oh ho~" Ziqiao screamed.

"Listen to what happened today. For the first time in his life, Zhanbo expressed his emotions like a man. For the first time in his life, Teacher Zeng is going to challenge himself to run five kilometers."

"Most importantly, for the first time in her life, Yifei realized that she was actually a girl!"

Yifei glared at him coldly: "Lu Ziqiao, don't think I won't beat you up just because you're blocking my car!"

Zhanbo quietly defended Teacher Zeng: "Sister, you can't compare yourself to Teacher Zeng. After all, the standard time for a female first-class athlete in the five kilometers is only around seventeen minutes and ten seconds."

"It takes a normal adult male about 25 minutes to run 5 kilometers, let alone Teacher Zeng. He was out of breath when he climbed Sheshan last time."

Yifei paused, but still stubbornly insisted, "That's because this good-for-nothing's physical fitness is too weak. I told him to come with me for morning runs to exercise, but he absolutely refused to listen."

Zeng Xiaoxian's vision went black: "Heroine, I work the night shift five days a week."

"You make me go to sleep at 4 a.m. and then go out for a morning exercise with you at 6 a.m.?"

"Please, have some decency."

Yifei hummed a few times, her mood somewhat downcast: "What do you think we should do now?"

Zeng Xiaoxian suddenly had a brilliant idea: "By the way, doesn't Nanfeng have the ability to make people appear out of thin air? Could we ask him to make someone appear on the TV station for me?"

Wan Yu exclaimed in surprise, "Is Nanfeng really that powerful?"

Everyone: ...

Ziqiao immediately laughed: "Two child prodigies, Nanfeng knows a few magic tricks, but he doesn't know any magic."

"If you're hoping for Nanfeng to magically bring people back to life, you might as well hope Yifei can use her light-footed skills to carry Teacher Zeng off the overpass."

Zeng Xiaoxian was practically grasping at straws, so he quickly looked up at Yifei and asked, "Is it okay?"

Yifei rolled her eyes at Xiaoxian: "Big brother, the height of the Central Elevated Road is forty-two meters."

"I'm not even talking about reality. Even in martial arts novels, there are very few people who can fall from a height of 42 meters and emerge unscathed."

"What should we do then?" Zeng Xiaoxian was on the verge of tears.

He would rather believe in the existence of people who can turn into living beings or possess superhuman agility than believe that he could run five kilometers in twenty-three minutes.

After all, he didn't know how many extraordinary people there were in this world, but he knew very well how useless his own stamina was.

Wan Yu sighed, "Teacher Zeng, you should just wait for Ultraman to come and help you."

"Ultraman? Where in this world is Ultraman?!"

Zeng Xiaoxian lamented, "And let alone Ultraman, I can't even see a single Japanese person now."

"Teacher Zeng!"

At the sound of a familiar shout, everyone looked up in surprise.

Not far away, a brave and fearless person appeared in the stopped traffic.

Guan Gu, like a small fish swimming upstream, drove a small flying star wheelchair toward the crowd.

Although small, a shooting star is not as bright and dazzling as the sun and moon.

But when it overcomes all obstacles and appears before you, it means your long-cherished wish is about to come true.

Guan Gu waved happily to the group, "I'm here!"

"Guan Gu!"

With tears welling up in his eyes, Zeng Xiaoxian said, "Here it comes! I knew God wouldn't just abandon me like this."

"My Ultraman Guan Gu has finally come to save me!"

I'm coming

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