Chapter 87 Motorcycles Come to Life and a Group of Double-Bullet Gas

Having some free time, Ling Yue went to take the Subject Two exam.

She lost 10 points for stalling on the slope, but fortunately, she restarted in time and successfully passed the Subject Two exam with a score of 90.

This time, Ling Yue didn't plan to buy a car to celebrate.

The villa's garage really couldn't hold any more.

She planned to rest for a day, get plenty of sleep, and then schedule practice time for Subject Three with her coach.

Just as she lay down, You Mingzhi called.

Shortly after Ling Yue left that day, You Mingzhi had held a shareholders' meeting.

Clearly, there were results, which was why he asked to meet Ling Yue to discuss things in detail.

SX Club.

"Hi, you're here today too."

Ling Yue was about to go to the coffee bar to buy a glass of juice when a man suddenly greeted her halfway.

"Who are you?" Ling Yue searched her memory but couldn't find a single shred of information about this man.

The man reached out with a hand wearing a large gold watch. "Just call me Da Ying. Last time you gave Lin Poluo such a tongue-lashing, it really vented some frustration for me and my buddies. We should thank you."

As he spoke, his group of buddies surrounded her.

"That kid has such a foul mouth! We've wanted to deal with him for a long time. You're the impressive one, driving him away with just a few words."

"Ling Yue, right? Add me on WeChat? Whenever you come to the club in the future, contact us anytime. We're all friends; we can hang out often."

"Yeah, if there's anything you don't understand, you can ask us."

"What are you drinking? It's on us."

This deep vocal fry... it was like a motorcycle had become a spirit.

They seemed not to see the disdain on Ling Yue's face, each scrambling to take out their phones.

Zang Lanyi saw Ling Yue frown and, as if receiving an order, stepped forward to block them.

Ling Yue refused without a second thought, "No need, I don't come often."

And she didn't want to make friends with motorcycles.

[resentment value: 62%]

They were just smiling, but Ling Yue's single sentence immediately made the men look embarrassed.

The man named Da Ying's mouth twitched downward quickly. Just as he was about to say something, an annoying voice rang out:

"If you don't have a mirror at home, you should at least have a window. Each of you is so hideous—fat-headed, monkey-faced, and shifty-eyed—where do you get the courage to ask a girl for her WeChat?

Latching onto her just because you know she bought 15 sports cars at once? Is there no rice in your pots and you're about to starve? You're so impatient.

I scolded you last time, scold me back if you have the guts! Instead, you use it as an excuse to add a girl's WeChat. Shameless, filthy intentions!"

After a few days, Lin Poluo's verbal artistry seemed to have improved.

What surprised Ling Yue was that he actually took the initiative to help her out? Although she didn't really need it.

Da Ying spat through gritted teeth, "Was I talking to you? You're looking for a beating, kid!"

"I am looking for a beating, so do you dare hit me?" Lin Poluo shook his leg.

Wow, if it weren't for the fact that Ling Yue didn't have a huge grudge against him...

This arrogant look really made one's hands itch.

Veins bulged on Da Ying's forehead, "I won't argue with a lunatic!"

"Go chew on a few dictionaries so that next time you scold someone, you know more than just 'lunatic.' A bunch of Weezings coming out to show off all day, totally classless!" Lin Poluo flipped his hair.

Not everyone joins a supercar club because of passion.

At least half of them are there to build connections.

Da Ying's group was the latter.

People who are truly wealthy and love sports cars feel that people like Da Ying desecrate their hobby.

Meanwhile, people like Da Ying feel these wealthy second-generation heirs are like the emperor asking 'Why don't they eat meat?', not understanding the hardships of those from the bottom climbing their way up.

In short, both sides look down on each other.

This situation exists not only in the SX Club but in most supercar clubs.

Da Ying didn't want a conflict with Lin Poluo, as it wouldn't benefit his family. He swallowed his grievance and left with his brothers.

Lin Poluo snorted and sauntered toward Ling Yue, "Where's your sharp tongue? Why did it disappear when facing those people?

Show your skills, just like how you roasted me that day."

Heh.

Seeing the resentment value rise, if the other party had taken one more step, she could have naturally started scolding. Who knew someone would intercept her halfway and start roasting them instead?

Ling Yue expressed that she didn't even get a chance to speak this time.

Lin Poluo was still looking at her with that smug expression.

Ling Yue picked up the juice the clerk handed her, brushed past him, and left one word: "Lunatic."

Lin Poluo's eyes widened, "Wait, why are you calling me names?!"

He followed Ling Yue to the second floor, even wanting to follow her into the meeting room.

He was stopped at the door by You Mingzhi.

Lin Poluo scoffed and said arrogantly, "I'm very busy, I don't have time to eavesdrop."

You Mingzhi gave a pained smile. Who asked? Who asked you?