Sikong Yao was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and when she looked up, the sky was cloudless, and the scorching sun seemed to be laughing at her.

◇ The gram man muttered for a while, and said, "It's not over yet, it should be a piping test now, maybe it's still too late!" ”

It seems that he is a person who does not admit defeat by nature, and Sikong Yao feels a rebellious punk temperament in him, a radical who never compromises.

Sikong Yao was infected by his emotions, and suddenly cheered up, nodded, and said, "How far is it from here to the test site?" ”

Although Sikong Yao is a student at the St. Edro Culinary Academy, she doesn't know the way here because she hasn't been here for a long time.

◇ The man expected that Sikong Yao must not know the way, so he shrugged his shoulders a little funny, and said, "You shouldn't know the way, right?" ”

Sikong Yao's face suddenly blushed like a delicate red apple, obviously being said by the punk man.

Sikong Yao prevaricated and said, "I've been out to study for a long time, and the road here ...... I don't remember ......."

◇ The man laughed, undisguised the joy in his heart, this unadorned ridicule made Sikong Yao feel uncomfortable, but the high-pitched voice made her feel an unprecedented frankness. Jue told Sikong Yao that this person could be trusted.

Sikong Yao stared at the punk man with his eyes and said, "Take me over?" ”

∏ soft voice can drive almost any man crazy, and who can refuse the request of a helpless beautiful girl? Punk men are no exception.

He is not the kind of person who will hide his true thoughts in his heart, after looking Sikong Yao's moving figure up and down. He didn't hide the greed in his eyes, and said coldly: "You're not afraid that I will take you somewhere else?" ”

Sikong Yao shrugged his shoulders and looked directly into his eyes, and through his eyes, Sikong Yao saw a trace of firmness.

Sikong Yao smiled: "Your sanity should just be dedicated to the hippies of rock and roll, right?" ”

With a high-pitched and loud voice, with a little hoarseness, laughing heartily like a song of anger, the man lowered his head to look at Sikong Yao, and said with a smile: "From here to the baking room." At least half an oblique is required. It's northwest of the academy, and if you run over it now, I'm afraid it's too late. ”

Sikong Yao smelled a hint of sympathy, and felt that it would not be left like this. So he said, "What can you do?" ”

◇ The gram man smiled: "How." Why don't you try my Harley-Davidson motorcycle? You're going to love the sound of his engine. ”

Sikong Yao didn't care how much energy Harley's powerful engine could burst out, she only knew that the speed would be faster than her legs, and that would be enough.

Sikong Yao urged: "Then what are you waiting for? ”

◇ The gram man laughed and said, "Haha." There are very few people like you in this lifeless academy, let's go! ”

◇ The man took Sikong Yao's hand and ran wildly in one direction, the speed was a little scary.

In terms of a man's foot strength, Sikong Yao is not inferior at all, but this man with a punk temperament seems to run a few points faster than ordinary people.

Sikong Yao reluctantly followed his footsteps and weighed it in his heart, it is estimated that a person like this can run from one side of the stage to the other side in just a few seconds, and he can always be presented in front of the audience.

Sikong Yao suddenly understood that he must be a man with great expressiveness.

◇ The gram man let go of Sikong Yao's hand with lightning speed, and almost jumped on his Harley-Davidson motorcycle like a leap, and at the same moment when the key was clicked, he turned the handle of the motorcycle, and the V-twin engine made a sound like a roaring thunder, like a powerful chord that opened the distortion full, wild and charming. …

Sikong Yao was surprised by his agility, and at the same time the man shouted, "Hey! If you don't come up, you won't have time! ”

Sikong Yao came back to his senses and jumped on the motorcycle as if he was no less impressive, if the punk singer was a wild leopard, then Sikong Yao was like a galloping hare.

The punk man whistled, as if praising Sikong Yao's skills, "Not bad! Sit tight! ”

Without waiting for Sikong Yao to react, the punk man turned the handle of the locomotive, and Sikong Yao suddenly felt that the environment on both sides was blurred into a colored light, and Harley shot out like a black lightning bolt!

The roaring wind whistled in his ears, and Sikong Yao could barely hear the laughter of the punk man.

"Haha! Well, my Harley isn't bad! ”

"What do you say! I can't hear you—" Sikong Yao cried out with his ears covered, unable to hear what he was saying.

Originally, Sikong Yao thought that the Harley, which was covered with labels and graffiti, would be very bumpy, but in fact, it was the opposite, compared to the wind whistling in his ears, this motor vehicle was unexpectedly quiet.

Sikong Yao also quieted down, thinking about this abnormal contrast.

The sound of the wind in his ears suddenly became a little softer, although Sikong Yao still couldn't see the sides clearly.

The punk man slowed down, and Sikong Yao's silence made him a little uneasy, maybe she couldn't stand this speed, after all, not everyone enjoyed the high-speed excitement of drag racing as much as he did.

"Hey! What's wrong! Scared? The punk man originally thought that Sikong Yao would enjoy this sense of sprint as much as he did, a rare normal person who could talk to him.

As the speed slowed down, the wind became softer, and Sikong Yao could barely hear the man's voice clearly, and shouted in response to him: "No fear! Your car is surprisingly quiet! ”

The punk man laughed and said, "Haha, simple, pure, powerful, these words themselves are synonymous with driving a motorcycle!" ”

Sikong Yao felt that he seemed to be in love with his locomotive for ten minutes, but in fact, Sikong Yao also seemed to be infatuated with this car, sitting on it and galloping,