The nearly tangible resentnt and anger ca rolling in, making Ji Jue start to sweat profusely, like a bean being split open.
Expression twitching.
Indeed, Kun Peng bro's experiences, if put into human terms, could only be described as tear-jerking and torturous, like that of a tragic main character in a novel.
Just imagine, it's as if a hardworking rolled-up dog labored from a young pup to adulthood, surviving wave after wave of classmates, pours its all into a hot and in-demand major for its Master's and Ph.D., finally becos a big shot in the industry, ready to make a grand entrance and conquer the world, gets hired by world-famous enterprises with a high salary, signs a lifelong contract, and just when he thinks he's about to show off what he's got, he gets relegated to the mailroom, doing the sa old job and reading newspapers every day.
From that day on, day after day, without change.
As forr colleagues, once not as successful as you, each erge and soar to success, while you, watching newspapers in the mailroom, with a cup of tea and a cigarette, find that your ambitions cannot be realized.
And just like that, a year and a half passed, when suddenly one day, the company boss rushed in desperately saying, "Bro, the company's nearly finished, save it, please."
When you finally put down the newspaper and, with a sly smile, uttered a response, it was surely nastier than what Kun Peng bro might have said.
Having realized this, Ji Jue felt as if he was going bald.
Suddenly, he felt that the al big brother was treating him to night not end up in his own stomach.
...Maybe, while there's still ti, I should discuss this, and for tonight's race, bro, could you change cars and ride my tricycle instead?
It's a guaranteed win!
Sure, you win, but at the expense of all your dignity.
"Hey, have you heard? He's the guy who won the race riding a tricycle..."
Fearful that after achieving the title of a tricycle god, from then on, Chen couldn't lift his head in the sports car circles.
[Bro, I know you're anxious, but don't be rash, listen to first.]
Ji Jue sighed, squatted down, and earnestly advised by pressing down on the hood: [First off, this objective reality is undeniable. The situation is what it is, the conditions are just this.
But you know, old Chen, he really can't drive.
Look, even if he can't drive, he hasn't neglected you, right? He's kept up with your maintenance every few months without fail, there's nothing to fault in your condition, not a speck of carbon deposition in the engine, everything's in perfect harmony, right?]
[I know you're upset, but I'll definitely solve the problem. Just talking about the future—I'll make him take you to a professional race at least once a month, how about that?
And later, I'll give you a full maintenance, you'll be satisfied!]
As soon as these words fell, Ji Jue hesitated for a mont, feeling Kun Peng bro's anger surge like a tide, and finally, reluctantly, he had to employ his trump card: [Bro, could you do this favor, please?]
[...Hmph! Do you think I'll oblige just because you ask for a favor?! Well, I… it's not like it's impossible...]
Even as his rage was on the brink of explosion, Kun Peng grudgingly accepted after so ti—there was no other choice, he had called "bro", spoken so many nice words, promised full maintenance, and asked to save face!
[Just... just this once, alright...]
After so hesitation, Kun Peng honked the horn, to show seriousness and determination: [I don't often do favors for people! It can't be like this next ti!]
No helping it, the power of chanical Descent is just too damn influential.
Under its effect, most creations were simply unable to resist Ji Jue's commands.
If Ji Jue hadn't insisted on Kun Peng carrying Chen Yubo to the race, it could have effortlessly whizzed with Ji up and down Lotus Mountain! After finishing, it would even ask: Bro, did you enjoy that? I didn't do my best, wanna go another round?
Even so, for the sake of his beloved car repair big brother, Kun Peng decided to let it slide, but still shot an angry glare through the high beams at Chen, who was dumbfoundedly holding a plate of waterlon next to him.
Chen Yubo looked back, just as clueless as ever, his eyes innocence and trust shining through, "What's wrong, Ji bro?"
"Nothing, we've 'negotiated' alright, tonight's race will be absolutely no issue."
Ji Jue smiled and offered no explanation, "The car's in perfect condition; there's nothing left to modify. The only thing left before the race is just one more step, but I need your cooperation."
"Huh?"
Chen Yubo, still confused, saw Ji Jue bring over an enormous incense burner from behind, set it in front of Kun Peng, and handed him a lit incense stick, "All things possess a spirit. Tonight, we rely on it to help you regain your honor. Bow and offer so incense, not too much to ask, is it?"
"Ah? Does this... actually work?"
Chen Yubo was stunned, unable to comprehend—wasn't Ji a craftsman in alchemy? How did he get into exorcising spirits?
Yet, seeing his serious deanor, Chen hesitated for a mont but took the incense anyway—Chen might not have many virtues, but his greatest strength was being accommodating and trusting. Since he had already agreed to follow Ji Jue's arrangents, naturally he wouldn't object even to such a small request.
Even when Ji Jue solemnly reminded him to be sincere and not to half-ass it, he followed through exactly.
After all, how many tis had he kowtowed in temples already, what's wrong with showing a bit of respect to his car?
"Dear car, it's all on you tonight."
Filled with an utmost sincerity, Chen Yubo held the incense with both hands and prayed devoutly, bowing solemnly to the sports car in front of him. But before he could straighten up, he felt the onslaught of a howling wind and a loud roar!
The blinding bright lights were now just inches away.
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