Ling Ye looked calm, staring straight ahead at the road, "I forgot there were people in front."
"Oh," Bking always talked like this, and Jose was used to it, "You say the same thing every time you overtake in a ranking match. You're that reserved, gentlemanly Eastern racer, right? Sincerely apologizing on one hand while braking right at the limit on the other."
"But you really have a way with things. You're good at whatever you do, and you have all sorts of tricks for flirting with girls."
"When our team leader poached you from Haas, he gave them a 20-million-dollar wind tunnel. I've never seen you show off like this when filming material. How much did this show pay you? Can it be more than that?"
Ling Ye ignored him, but someone else didn't.
Jose's trip to Phuket was a last-minute arrival. Even so, the live broadcast teaser had been posted on the team's official account back when he was boarding, and his agent's life-threatening calls were coming in one after another.
His back pocket was vibrating until it went numb. He gritted his teeth and freed one hand to hold the camera, locking the live broadcast lens to the rear-facing mode, aimed directly at Ling Ye.
Jose gave a brief introduction to the itinerary and skillfully began interacting with the bullet comments, "Did I beg Ling Ye to come pick me up? Hahaha, how could it be? You don't know how much my brother loves me? He was about to be bored to death here; it's more like he begged me."
"Friends asking where I'm sitting can stop now. It's not a baby seat. The bump on my head is just to blend in with the locals. This is the latest model of a two-seater tough-guy motorcycle. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."
There was a group of people drag racing on the coastal road. Jose winked at Ling Ye while talking. He originally thought they had enough tacit understanding, but after seeing the direction of the bike's front, he immediately sat up straight.
"Damn it, brother, open your eyes and look ahead! Turn into the side road quickly, turn! Can you stop trying to act cute just because you're on a pink bike? The live broadcast is still on and everyone is watching! There's a group of Harleys in front! If you want to humiliate yourself, don't drag me into it!!"
The person holding the handlebars wasn't him, so Jose couldn't control the bike. He could only watch helplessly as their fluorescent pink scooter charged straight into the group of motorcycles.
"What's the speed limit?"
Jose didn't even want to look at the sea of "hahaha" comments on the screen. He had a premonition that his reputation as a professional racer would be ruined today, and he was furious, "120."
"Hold onto the luggage." Ling Ye twisted the throttle. With a hum, he aimed for a gap in the motorcycle formation and waded through.
The needle on the dashboard surged from 40 to triple digits, finally hovering right on the edge of the 120 speed limit. The fluctuation was extremely slight; it was very steady.
Jose was scared out of his wits.
He had never felt this close to death even when cornering or hitting a wall in a race car. He only felt like every part of the scooter was flying apart, and his soul was chasing after it from behind.
One minute felt as long as a lifetime.
The roar of the motorcycles in his ears was deafening. Several heavy Harleys with pure metal finishes didn't even have time to react before they were left far behind.
Ling Ye: "This road is faster."
"..."
Incredible.
"Hahaha, I told you, a racer from our team won't be bad even if they switch to a motorcycle."
Finally turning into the small road in front of the homestay, Jose's soul left his body. He didn't even know when he had accidentally switched to the front-facing camera. He stared blankly at a coconut in the center of the live broadcast screen for two seconds before hurriedly pointing the camera back at himself and Ling Ye.
"The displacement is just standard, okay? He likes to show off, so just watch it. When a motorcycle's speed goes up, you're either cool or you crash. It's not just about twisting the throttle, don't copy him."
"Is baby Jose scared silly? Whoever sent that, retract it quickly. Respect, understand? It's just that I feel like with my brother leading the way, the team championship for next season is secure again... Don't go spreading that, other teams can see it, be humble."
It was sunset, and under the swaying palm tree shadows, the distant sea surface was covered in golden light.
Ling Ye's bangs were blown messy by the wind. He listened indifferently as Jose bragged about him in two different native languages, then slowed down and pulled over to the side.
Not long after, a minibus coming from behind drove into the courtyard.
Several guests got off the bus one after another. Xu Jiashu and Wei Yinghuai were in the lead. Even before they walked over, their gazes had already arrived, and everyone looked over.
Racers all have good dynamic vision. While looking at the bullet comments, Jose saw the men and women in the parking lot clearly. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening, and he gritted his teeth to mute the mic first.
"Damn, you really are..."
Jose was speechless, "...your way of being crazy is so damn niche."
Normal people embrace the whole class just to hug one person.
This guy, just to show off in front of one person, would rather drag him to his death in front of everyone on the bus.
Jose got off the bike, "Tell me, is this why you rejected the show's invitation, let the team leader force it onto me, and then went crazy last week and insisted on snatching it back from me?"
His gaze crossed Ling Ye's nonchalant face and landed on Wen Wanning, who was the last to get off the bus.
The woman had seaweed-like, lazy curly hair. She was thinner than on the big screen, with a slender and soft figure, and even a simple work skirt looked stunningly beautiful on her.
It really suited her name.
"She looks pretty good," Jose glanced over there several times. After being swept by his emotionless gaze, he hurriedly added the second half of the sentence, "...no wonder you've remembered her for so many years. She's definitely better looking than the supermodel sisters-in-law of other teams."
The guests were all walking this way.
Jose turned on the live stream mic and hooked his arm around Ling Ye's shoulder, preparing to say a few words to wrap up. As he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of his teammate beside him suddenly lowering his eyes to look at his phone screen, a very light arc forming at the corners of his lips.
He leaned in to take a peek.
Older Sister: 【Did the director ask for it?】
Older Sister: 【Safety first, don't agree to it next time.】
Everything seemed quite normal, except for the "Mm" that Ling Ye replied with later.
Jose almost spat out his drink. He used his eyes to frantically question him: How can you even make up such lies? Do you have no shame?
Even with Ling Ye like this, Older Sister was still helping him find excuses to shirk responsibility. Older Sister is truly kind.
Even with Older Sister like this, Ling Ye was still deliberately acting innocent. Ling Ye is truly a dog.
In the live stream frame, only the two of them were visible, and nothing else could be seen. The comment section was about to be flooded with questions in various languages.
Ling Ye looked calm, shook off the hand on his shoulder, and earnestly bid farewell to the racing fans.
Jose watched the rows of "I'm blind, Ling Ye can actually have this expression, he must be in a romance" with a cold face, and sneered, "He wishes."
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