Joe was bored lying on the couch.

Carol is gone, and Joe is feeling unaccustomed.

The person who was particularly disgusted on weekdays who was chattering in his ears suddenly left, and he felt that the atmosphere was a lot colder.

T'Challa didn't know where to run at this time, and Joe didn't even have someone to play with!

Bored!

"Why don't you go to space again?" Joe thought to himself, and thought about it again, "Forget it." ”

He's afraid he's having fun in space!

If they don't come back at night like last time, it won't be as good as John's explanation!

"Joe, look what I've got!" T'Challa's voice rang out outside.

Joe heard the sound and saw T'Challa sitting on a Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

T'Challa pinched the throttle.

"Buzz~Buzz~"

The motorcycle makes a powerful throttle sound.

"How? Not bad! T'Challa asked with a smile.

"Yes, it's handsome!" Joe Dao.

The silver body, some low seats, clean lines, full of rugged style, that man doesn't love!

"Softail, it came out 4 years ago, I just took a look around the town and took a fancy to it!

There is a family that is moving away, and the garage is selling, this car is too big to take away, and when I bought it, they told me to treat it well! ”

"Very cool!" Joe was a little overjoyed when he saw the hunt, and he touched the handlebar and said to T'Challa, "Come, let me try!" ”

T'Challa was happy to share his motorcycle, and without saying a word, he got out of the car and gave Joe a seat.

Joe sat on the motorcycle, followed the T'Challa movements, and pinched the accelerator.

The motorcycle engine let out a low roar.

"This, how do you open it?" Joe fumbled for a moment, then asked T'Challa embarrassedly.

"Won't you?" T'Challa's eyes widened, "You don't even know how to ride a motorcycle?" ”

"Who said I wouldn't be able to ride!" Joe was a little annoyed, "I just haven't found a way yet!" ”

Joe pinched the throttle to the end, "It should be out of gear." He thought to himself, looked down for a moment, and saw a pedalboard, "This should be." ”

Joe stepped on the gear and continued to hold the throttle in his hand.

"Click"

The motorcycle stalled.

…

Joe looked innocently at T'Challa.

"Hahaha" T'Challa smiled happily, revealing her neat white teeth.

"So there are things you can't do!" Techara said.

"There's a problem with your motorcycle, it's not a good thing second-hand!" Joe said angrily.

"Obviously you won't! It worked so well when I came back! T'Challa retorted.

Joe felt very shameless and was actually laughed at by the little leopard.

He stretched out his fist and made a gesture to hit T'Challa.

T'Challa isn't afraid! After more than a month of getting along, he already knew what kind of character Joe was.

"It seems that our superman is not omnipotent!" T'Challa continued to taunt.

The kid is getting more and more out of the way, and Joe decides to throw him into the sky to keep him calm.

He once remembered the plot of a certain Superman movie in his previous life, in which the black Superman threw the bear child into the sky.

He decided to try it on T'Challa.

The old king allowed himself to take care of T'Challa, the child who had been a little skinny lately and needed to be educated.

Do you really think anyone can laugh at themselves? You think you're Carol?

Joe was about to get off the motorcycle, ready to teach T'Challa a lesson.

T'Challa had suffered this loss, and although Joe had a good personality, he had a small heart, and he was looking for his own fault.

"Come on, come on, I'll teach you." T'Challa sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward to hold down Joe's action as he got out of the car.

Joe really doesn't know how to ride this motorcycle.

In his previous life, he rode a motorcycle, but those were all automatic transmissions, and he left as soon as he stepped on the accelerator.

Joe is a mechanical idiot who has taken the driver's license test three times in his last life!

At that time, the driver's license test was not strict, and in the end, he stuffed the money.

"It's a clutch." T'Challa pointed to the grip on the left and said, "When you hang the gear, you have to pinch the clutch to hang it up, and then slowly release the clutch and the car starts!" ”

"Got it, got it." Joe disguised himself with impatience.

Restart the motorcycle.

"Press the clutch, hold the gear, press the clutch, hang the gear." Joe muttered.

"Then, loosen the clutch."

Joe let go of his left hand.

"Click." The familiar sound was again, and the motorcycle stalled again.

Joe looked at T'Challa.

T'Challa wanted to laugh at this time, but he didn't dare to laugh, something would happen!

"Slow loosening!" T'Challa gestured with his hand, "Slowly." ”

"Okay, slowly."

Joe started the bike again, repeated the action he had just done, and after putting up the gear, he carefully let go of his hand.

"Click." Turn off the heat again.

Joe looked at T'Challa again, his face dark.

"You're too slow to loosen, or you're not slow!"

"Didn't you say slowly?" Joe said angrily.

"yes, but not too slowly."

"Okay, I'll try again."

Joe started the moto again.

"Click"

"Click"

"Click"

Still failing, Joe just can't help this motorcycle.

"No more riding, no more riding."

Joe was angry, he felt that this motorcycle was aimed at him, and he was very unhappy to look at this motorcycle at the moment.

"This garbage motorcycle, it's ugly to death, whoever you like to ride, I won't ride it."

Joe wanted to kick the bike into outer space and let it know what to do if he was.

"It's obviously your dish, and you say that my motorcycle is spicy chicken." T'Challa secretly complained in his heart, not daring to say it.

"Let's try again." T'Challa said.

"Don't try, don't try!" Joe didn't want to see this upsetting thing.

"That's it, I'll help you hang up the gear, and you can ride away." T'Challa said.

He felt the need to let Joe experience it, otherwise looking at Joe's eyes, maybe he would have secretly dismantled the motorcycle at night.

T'Challa had no doubt that Joe had done such a thing.

"Okay, then." Joe pretended to hesitate, but his little eyes had already betrayed him.

T'Challa started his bike and put it in gear.

"Come down, come down."

Before T'Challa could get out of the car on his own, Joe picked him off.

Joe got on the motorcycle excitedly and pinched the accelerator to death.

The motorcycle rushed out with a smack.

"Hey, slow down." T'Challa shouted.

He wasn't afraid of anything that would happen to Joe, he was afraid that something would happen to his motorcycle.

I just bought it, and I haven't had enough of it!

At Joe's speed, a motorcycle must have been seriously injured!

Motorcycles aren't as sturdy as Joe!

"Hahaha," Joe laughed as he rode his motorcycle.

No one in the town cared anyway, and he pinched the throttle all the way to the end.

Joe's hair flutters in the wind, and Joe feels fun.

"It's a lot more fun than flying in the sky, but it's a little slow," Joe sighed in his heart.

T'Challa was only in one gear, and Joe didn't dare to move his pedal now for fear of stalling the motorcycle.

…

Seeing the motorcycle ride back unharmed by Joe, T'Challa let out a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, I didn't fall!" T'Challa rejoiced.

What he didn't know was that just now Joe almost hit a tree, and it was Joe who jumped off the motorcycle, ran to the front and lifted the car up to avoid hitting it.

"Can't break it, I haven't had enough of it!" Joe thought to himself.

Slowly hearing the car in front of T'Challa, Joe got out of the car and said to T'Challa:

"It's okay!"

Then Tsundere entered the house.