Sixteen years old, the biggest meaning for Song Ya is to be able to drive, the mount has already been chosen, Ford F150 pickup, 7.5-liter V8 engine, a complete oil-swallowing monster.

He didn't like the car and the brand, and the second-hand Ford pickup truck at home was often broken, but in the CK advertising camp in Milla in Yellowstone Park, he saw the role of this car, the cargo bed is loaded with a lot of equipment and at the same time, it can also pull a huge trailer RV in the back.

Hayden has been working in car sales in Detroit for a long time, and he can get a discount with a phone call, and the purchase price of the car will be accounted for by A+ records, which will be used if there is a promotional event in the future.

At noon, Song Yana made an appointment for the driver's license test on the school's public phone.

"Hi ......"

Putting down the microphone, a female classmate suddenly appeared in front of him, "Happy birthday, great composer." ”

"Big ......"

Since the last time he was called by AK, the name of APLUS is gradually not a secret in the school, Song Ya shook his head and smiled, "It's over, how do you know my birthday today?" ”

"I'm often in charge of organizing club activities, which I see on the school roster." The girl was a little nervous, her fair face was slightly red, her hands were on her waist, and her fingers kept kneading each other, "You don't think I'm too much, right?" ”

"No, what do you say?"

Song Ya is 100% sure that the white girl in front of her is interesting to herself, although this school has both black and white students, but these white students from good families generally have a bit of a potential segregation tendency towards black classmates, although it will not be shown on the bright side. The style is also much more conservative than the previous public middle school, and it seems that today the other party has plucked up quite the courage to take the initiative to speak.

He looked up and looked around, there was no small group of girls nearby, and it seemed that she was secretly acting alone.

"Uh......"

The girl was even more nervous, her body trembling slightly, "I think you might have a birthday party, I heard that people in your music industry often ...... A variety of parties will be held. ”

This is really not, Song Ya's Huaguo soul is destined that he will not be a rice-style body creature, "No, I've been too busy lately, and besides, my family lives in a high-rise apartment, and if I do a party, I will be complained by my neighbors." ”

"Oh, that's right." The girl is poor in words.

Song Ya looked up and down at the girl in front of her again, blonde hair, middle-to-upper looks, more beautiful with careful makeup, white complexion, long legs, bulging chest under the Nordic-style thin sweater...... Soft-spoken, easy to be shy, since you can often participate in club activities, then the grades must be very good, well, a typical white middle-class family good girl.

"Or ......," he was a little moved.

'Didi......' At this time, the pager in my pocket rang, and when I picked it up, I saw that it was Mira's phone.

"Or what?" The girl stroked her long hair, and her tone was a little excited.

"Well, forget it, I've been really busy lately." Song Ya picked up the microphone again and motioned to her.

Seeing the girl leave disappointed, she dialed Mira's phone.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you......" Mira's singing voice rang out over there.

"Thank you."

Mira exclaimed triumphantly, "Surprised!? Isn't it just me who remembers your birthday! ”

"Honey, they celebrated my birthday last night." Song Ya hit her with words.

"Last night!?"

Mira was silent for a moment, then screamed, "Oh my God! I forgot to calculate the time zone! ”

"Hahaha!" Song Ya laughed.

"Am I stupid?" Mira was a little disappointed.

"No ...... either"

The two chatted about the situation again, "The scenery here is beautiful, maybe, you can take the time to come and see me, I miss you." Milasa sassed, "There are no nasty paparazzi here." ”

"I'll look for a chance." Song Ya remembers that Mira's birthday is in December, and maybe she can surprise her then.

In the afternoon, Song Ya finished squash practice, rubbed his sore shoulders and walked out of school, and the 'silencer' drove the windy Chevrolet convertible and waited at the door, Tony, Al and DeLay were crowded in the back seat.

"Come up, my dear brother, and show you the world of adults!" Tony rubbed his hands together excitedly.

"Please, I'm only sixteen." Song Ya reluctantly sat in the front seat.

"You look like you've got to be twenty years old!" Delay's words drew a crazy laugh from the other three who laughed strangely.

"Are you getting taller again?" Tony reached out and stroked his hair, "I feel like you're taller and stronger, one meter eight?" ”

"One meter eighty-two."

Song Ya dodged his hand, "I've been practicing squash lately. ”

"Squash!? Hahahaha! A few people laughed inexplicably.

Song Ya rolled her eyes.

The 'silencer' started the car and drove straight towards the southern city.

"Are you so idle? Aren't you going to go to the book country with little Lowry and old Joe? Song Ya took the opportunity to ask.

"I'll be gone in two days." Tony replied, "I heard that second-hand stores will be licensed to singers over there, and there are Japanese versions, Chinese versions, or something." ”

"Really?" Song Ya didn't expect this, "Wouldn't it be better to listen directly to your version?" ”

"Asians still like to listen to songs in their own language." Delay explained to him, "SBK belongs to Bandai and Bandai has a lot of energy in Asia. ”

The 'silencer' parked the car outside a strip bar.

“OMG！”

Song Ya guessed what they wanted to do, her head began to hurt, and she didn't want to get up in her seat, "Say it again, I'm only sixteen years old, and it will take at least twenty-one to enter here!" ”

"Don't pretend."

Tony dragged him out of the car, and several people hugged him and walked to the door of the bar.

A strong black janitor clashed fists with Tony, "Didn't little Lowry come?" ”

"Today is my brother's show!"

Tony took the lead and walked into the bar, "I'm going to have this round of drinks!" He snorted as soon as he walked in.

At five or six o'clock, there were not many people in the bar, and most of the customers were old men who were a little older, and when they heard him say this, they happily raised their glasses and thanked Tony.

"Money, money......" Tony urged the 'silencer' again.

The 'silencer' pulled out a large handful of one-knife bills from his bosom.

Tony walked over to the small stage in the center of the bar and waved his hand at the girl who was leaning on the steel pipe like a sloth, and the money was scattered.

The white girl in heavy makeup winked at him, took off her coat, and began to perform hard, and the old men changed their seats and threw themselves on the bar in front of her.

"This is my brother!"

Tony hugged Song Ya and introduced the guests loudly, "Have you heard of APLUS?" The second-hand store was written by this kid! ”

The old man reacted flatly, but the waitress in the bar had their eyes lit up.

"Follow me." Tony was familiar with the road, pulled Song Ya into the innermost shadow, and sat on the sofa by himself.

A male waitress with a Mexican face brought several girls, black and white, tall, short, fat and thin.

"Give him the best!" Tony pointed to a white girl in Songya, "He likes white, I know." Then he slapped his hands arrogantly, "Wine!" Wine! Where's the wine!? ”

The girl walked up to Song Ya, sat on his lap, and slammed her face directly, "Boy, haven't you been here?" ”

"He's a chick! Hahaha! Tony screamed, "Give him the best service!" He took out some more money and shoved it into the girls' chests.

Song Ya was a little out of breath and shrank back.

The next morning, Song Ya woke up and looked left and right, Tony, 'Silencer', Al, and DeLay were still asleep, and there were countless empty wine bottles of various brands on the table in front of them.

He rubbed his temples to relieve the headache after a hangover, and checked the zipper of his pants again, fortunately, it was not ridiculous to endure it, and it would be over for a lifetime if a woman in this kind of place contracted something.

"Sir."

A waiter handed over the bill.

Song Ya looked at the number one thousand three, gasped, and looked at Tony, who was still snoring, so she had to take out the checkbook, "Do you accept the check?" ”

"Yes, sir, but you can't leave right away, we'll have to check it." The waiter replied politely.

"Okay." Song Ya signed the check and handed it to the other party, "Does Tony come often?" ”

"Yes, sir, but it's all Mr. Lowry's bills. Mr. Lowry is very generous, spending about two thousand at a time. ”