Chapter 1148 - 381: Senior Sister Mu Cheng’s Role

"Hurry up, let’s not waste any time," Su Yue urged hastily.

"If you want to go, hurry up and buy a ticket. Don’t look at us, we’re driving!" Meng Yang looked at Su Yue calmly. They weren’t going the same way.

"I have a car. A two-door sports car. It’s very cool and very fast," Bai Xiaolong added.

"That’s right! Bai Xiaolong, you have a car. Let’s drive there!" Su Yue recalled the first time he met Bai Xiaolong. Back then, the sports car had picked him up for school. It had been incredibly flashy along the way, making him insanely jealous.

"It’s a two-door, two-seater sports car. There’s no second row. We can’t fit!" Meng Yang reminded Su Yue. He wondered if this kid was mentally challenged.

"That’s right, we can’t fit, unless you lie in the trunk!

"Mine is a sports car, so the trunk is under the front hood. It’s quite spacious, but a bit stuffy," Bai Xiaolong said.

"Exactly! Meng Yang can lie in the trunk. Let’s hurry up and go!" Su Yue slapped his forehead. He had almost forgotten about the trunk.

"Wait, why should I be the one in the trunk?" Meng Yang looked baffled. He wondered when he had ever agreed to that.

"Sigh, let’s play rock-paper-scissors," Su Yue said impatiently.

Meng Yang was full of grievances. He had originally been thrilled to go to Nanwu, but who knew he’d run into this jinx right out the door? Expecting him to lie in the trunk was simply outrageous. But rock-paper-scissors was fine; at least he had a fifty percent chance of winning.

The final results came out. Su Yue played scissors, and Meng Yang played rock. Meng Yang was victorious.

"Meng Yang, the results are in. Get in the trunk, let’s not waste time." As he spoke, Su Yue moved to sit in the passenger seat.

"Are you being reasonable?

"I won, man." Meng Yang’s face turned green.

"Yeah, the winner gets the trunk. It’s not like I’m taking advantage of you." Su Yue wore an expression that said this was only natural.

"No, are you being reasonable or not? I think—" Meng Yang started to argue.

"Stop. I don’t care what you think, I only care what I think. What I say goes. Listen to me, okay?" Su Yue interrupted directly.

SHING.

Meng Yang drew his sword. He hated domineering CEOs the most in his life, and today he was going to fight this guy to the bitter end.

"Alright, stop arguing.

"It’s my car, so I decide the seating arrangements. You all have to listen to me. I’ve done the math.

"Everyone sits for one hour. We’ll take turns." Bai Xiaolong waved his hand grandly. No one would take advantage of anyone else. He thought to himself that a mere junior student actually dared to challenge his majesty as a domineering CEO.

In the end, Su Yue sighed. There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t bite the hand that fed him, and he had only himself to blame for not having a car or a driver’s license.

"Su Yue, we have an agreement. If you’re going to Nanwu, you have to disguise yourself first. Wear a mask and a hat. Until I defeat Xueyang, you cannot be recognized. Otherwise, I won’t take you," Bai Xiaolong instructed again.

"Why?" Su Yue couldn’t understand. Why did he have to sneak around just to go see his girlfriend?

"You’re too popular. Just like a trendy pop idol, you have way too many rabid fans. If you show up, no one will pay attention to me anymore. I have my pride to maintain, you know!

"It’s a deal. You can only make your appearance after I defeat Xueyang," Bai Xiaolong emphasized once more.

"Fine, I’ll give you face. Can we leave already? You’re dawdling too much." Su Yue was burning with anxiety. He needed to deal with Xueyang’s matter immediately.

"Oh? Su Yue, where are you heading? Come have a cup of coffee with me!"

Right at that moment, Dongwu God Feng Jiajia drove over in a brand-new sports car. The burgundy paint reflected a blood-like hue under the sun, and its streamlined curves were exquisitely beautiful. Even though it was broad daylight, the deep blue laser headlights flashed like two stars, making it impossible to look away.

"Feng Jiajia, what are you doing in West City?" Su Yue paused in surprise. This was way too coincidental; how were there acquaintances everywhere he went?

"I was just catching some bugs and passing by.

"I heard your girlfriend was swept away by a foreign Prince. How about it? I’ll buy you some Air Jordans. Wanna date me instead?" Feng Jiajia pushed up her sunglasses, revealing her bright white teeth.

Recently, many people had heard that Xueyang was pestering Mu Cheng. Naturally, Feng Jiajia wouldn’t miss this opportunity to tease him.

"Please have some self-respect, miss. I am very loyal when it comes to love!" Su Yue broke out in a cold sweat. Just seeing Feng Jiajia made him shudder in fear, especially if it was in front of Mu Cheng.

"Where are you guys planning to go?

"Bai Xiaolong, I heard you wanted to make my boyfriend sit in the trunk. I think you’re itching for a beating." Feng Jiajia stepped out of the car, speaking with a threatening expression.

"I’m not your boyfriend. At most, I’m just a male classmate," Su Yue hurriedly corrected her.

"We can’t fit! We’re heading to Nanwu to beat up Xueyang. Do you want to come and watch?" Bai Xiaolong scratched his head. He really couldn’t afford to provoke this God. This brand-new sports car was the latest limited edition model; it was estimated to cost over ninety million. As expected, the Dongwu God was incredibly wealthy.

"I don’t have that much time, but I can take a detour and give Su Yue a ride.

"Let’s go!" Feng Jiajia beckoned for Su Yue to get in.

"If it’s out of your way, forget it. Meng Yang can just lie in the trunk," Su Yue quickly offered a polite decline. This could easily lead to misunderstandings.

"If it’s for giving you a ride, any direction—north, south, east, or west—is on my way." Feng Jiajia raised an eyebrow.

"How about letting Meng Yang ride in your car?" Su Yue asked tentatively.

"I’m allergic to gays." Feng Jiajia had already gotten into the car and patted the passenger seat next to her.

"Su Yue, important matters come first. A great man doesn’t sweat the small stuff," Bai Xiaolong nodded.

Meanwhile, Meng Yang had already settled into the passenger seat of Bai Xiaolong’s car and buckled his seatbelt.

He was relieved that someone was here to drive Su Yue—what a false alarm. But then again, classmate camaraderie was truly hypocritical. Back in the day, he had been the one to take Feng Jiajia under his wing. But as the saying goes, when the person leaves, the tea grows cold. Ever since he stepped down as the student council president, she was treating him like some damn gay guy. People were truly cold and fickle!