Chapter 738
Chapter 738 Episode 032 Where is your face, Flossie Wright? (2)
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Flossie Wright received and put it directly on without any hesitation.
But in her heart, the doubt could not be dispelled.
She had caught a random ride on the road, and it would be considered polite if a normal person didn’t just dump her halfway. But now, the person was even giving her a helmet without asking any questions...
She slightly raised her eyebrows, Flossie maintained an alertness, but what showed in her eyes was amusement.
It seemed she had come across an interesting person.
"Hold tightly."
The other party tilted his head slightly, and his reminder sound floated into her ears.
Suddenly, the speed increased.
The wind whistled past, her black coat fluttered in the wind, the cold air stimulated her skin, rapidly taking away her body’s temperature.
Flossie subconsciously lowered her head and naturally hugged the motorcycle owner’s waist to prevent herself from being thrown off. Then, she subtly turned her eyes to look at the surroundings.
It’s an almost crazy speed.
The scenery on both sides of the road flashed past, leaving only afterimages in her eyes.
Cars in front were overtaken, occasionally there were sounds of cursing or warnings. They were all accompanied by the muffled engine noise, yet they were torn apart by the gales before she could hear them clearly.
Exhilarating.
Under the helmet, a smile was seen in Flossie’s eyes.
Approximately ten minutes later, the motorcycle stopped at a junction.
"Where are we going?"
The driver turned his head and asked Flossie.
There’s a hint of impatience in his voice.
Flossie saw a pair of eyes, amber pupils, carrying a bit of flamboyance, a bit of hostility, somewhat spirited and unyielding.
You could tell he was very young, probably in his early twenties. He lacked the innocence of others of his age, but his eyes were too sharp, lacking a bit of restraint and maturity.
Those eyes seemed familiar from her memory.
"Flossie Wright, have you gone crazy?!"
After waiting for a few seconds and seeing that Flossie did not answer, the man asked impatiently again.
"...." With a sudden realization, Flossie shrugged, "(to the) city center."
Hearing her answer, the driver frowned at her, but continued to rev up the motorcycle.
Without reducing the speed,
Flossie was unperturbed.
She remembered him.
Flossie’s... umm, Flossie’s high school classmate.
To be exact, he was also once her desk-mate.
Marcel Smith.
Like the previous Erina Taylor, both were a headache for the school.
However, while Erina was best at fighting and irritating all kinds of teachers, he was good at many more things.
Picking fights, drinking, smoking, flirting, mocking teachers...
And in high school, Flossie was proud, rebellious, and stubborn, yet she arrogantly despised all "underachievers". In her memory, she often clashed with Marcel, and there were very few normal interactions between them.
They did share a relationship.
Flossie smiled, sometimes destiny sure loves to tease people.
Getting on a random vehicle and running into an old classmate.
Apparently, he had recognized her from the beginning.
Half an hour later, the two finally reached the downtown area.
"The place."
When they stopped at a red light, Marcel asked Flossie again.
His attitude was still not good.
"Turn right."
Flossie scanned the surrounding environment and said lightly,
Without any courtesy at all.
She had been to the city a few times before and she was good at remembering maps and routes, so she was familiar with the local terrain.
Marcel was taken aback, looking somewhat strange.
With a cold face, Marcel was obviously displeased, yet after the signal changed to green, he followed Flossie’s instruction and continued to ride.
— End of Chapter 738 —