Chapter 5 Magic
Generally, people say that the loser of a fight gets beaten up "black and blue". The two riders didn't have this problem because they were wearing helmets. We can firmly believe that they still looked handsome, but the numerous lumps on their bodies were not something that outsiders should know about. Although it was not a big deal, Zhang Nianzu and his friends saw it clearly - they watched with their own eyes as the two men developed lumps of various sizes on their arms and thighs, shaped like the cross-section of a lotus pod. People with trypophobia would go crazy at the sight of them...
The riders fled far away, looked at Zhang Nianzu with resentment, and began to repair their broken hearts and motorcycles that were also beaten like honeycomb briquettes.
Zhang Nianzu was ready to end this matter. Zhao Weiming should have succeeded long ago. What he had to do next was to send Zhao Meier to a safe place. As for the conflict between Zhiyuan and Changfeng, that was their business. His role was nothing more than coming in and intervening. He completed his own task and ruined other people's plots. Overall, it was a perfect ending.
When Zhang Nianzu drove away from the spot, the two riders actually followed him again, but this time they had learned their lesson and knew how to keep their distance. They carefully calculated the farthest place that the collapsed stones could reach and only followed him on the periphery.
"Is it never going to end?" Zhang Nianzu was a little angry.
Zhao Meier said with some trepidation: "How about we call the police?" Everything started because of her. What the driver did was beyond the scope of duty of a "passerby". She was just speculating about him...
"By the time the police arrive, we'll be dead. Besides, do you know where this is?" They had no idea where to go now, and the navigation system could only give a vague outline of the area. The surrounding place names were either this grave or that village.
Seeing that Zhao Meir didn't say anything, Zhang Nianzu smiled again and said, "It's okay. If he wants to play, let's play with him!" At this time, farmlands appeared on both sides of the road, and in the middle was a dirt road that could only accommodate one car. Zhang Nianzu firmly occupied the entire road surface.
Across the crops, the familiar roar of motorcycles suddenly came from both sides. It turned out that two riders rode their motorcycles on the ridges of the fields and quickly got in front of Zhang Nianzu and his team. One of them even lifted the front wheel into the air as if showing off his skills, stood up and gave Zhang Nianzu the middle finger. In such a cramped area, the agility advantage of motorcycles was fully demonstrated.
"Let's retreat..." Zhao Meier realized halfway through her words that something was wrong, so she shook her head in self-denial. It was meaningless to retreat and still not get rid of the motorcycle.
Walking out of the farmland, there is a man-made canal in front of us. The water is very shallow, but the riverbed is two meters high. The only way to pass is a small stone bridge, oh no, it should be said to be a broken bridge. The bridge body breaks off from the edge of this side to the sky above the canal, and the other side is separated from the air. The two riders have already flown onto the bridge head, turned the front of the car and looked at Zhang Nianzu triumphantly, and as usual, they stepped on the accelerator in the air, letting the noise declare the final victory. Zhang Nianzu could only stop the car where it was.
"There is no way out!" Zhao Meir cried out in a low voice. They were really in a desperate situation now!
Zhang Nianzu observed the terrain and suddenly smiled and said, "Let me perform a magic trick for you."
Zhao Meir said in disbelief: "What did you say?" She didn't expect that the other party would still be in the mood to joke at this time.
"Just watch..." Zhang Nianzu started the car again and slowly drove towards the stone bridge.
At first, the two riders thought that Zhang Nianzu was fighting desperately, but they were completely panicked when they saw his purpose - at this time, Zhang Nianzu had already driven the car onto the bridge head and continued to move slowly at the speed of an adult walking: everyone now understood what he wanted to do.
On the broken bridge, the Ford pushed two motorcycles and gradually approached the fracture. The two riders hid behind the motorcycles and watched as the available space for footing was eaten away inch by inch. They simply couldn't squeeze through from the side. The front of the Ford was completely blocked after it crossed the bridge. There was less than two centimeters of space between the headlights on both sides. This bridge was not meant for cars to cross...
The motorcycle was pushed on the bridge, making a terrible noise. As the terrain became narrower, the two riders, who had no place to stand, first stepped on the motorcycle. As the motorcycle fell into the canal, they were finally forced into a desperate situation in mid-air. One of them slapped the front of Zhang Nianzu's motorcycle in despair and shouted for the first time: "Hey, let's have a talk... Can't we all take a step back?"
Zhang Nianzu lowered the window and said coolly, "You move aside first!" Before he finished speaking, the rider was squeezed down and fell into the water with a splash. It's not quite accurate to call it a canal. It's more accurately called a sewage canal, which was built by nearby factories to discharge industrial wastewater. There are houses all around, so there is naturally a lot of domestic waste in the canal. Leftover food, fish bones, pork bones, etc. are relatively mild. Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are the only two things that can produce a lot of garbage. You can imagine it yourself.
A rider fell off, and the disturbed flies buzzed away from their paradise for a while.
Zhang Nianzu asked the remaining one: "Are you going to withdraw?"
The other rider suddenly came up with a quick mind. Without saying a word, he jumped onto the front of the car and ran to the rear using his hands and feet. Zhang Nianzu reversed the car rapidly and the rider was thrown onto the roof by inertia. He was just delighted when Zhang Nianzu stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward. The rider, who hadn't reacted yet, was thrown heavily into the stinky ditch. He felt that the smell from below was almost pushing him up to the sky when he was in mid-air. Unfortunately, gravity also caused him to settle at the bottom of the ditch. He stood in the soft, slippery and smelly water and looked up with his helmet on, shouting aggrievedly, "Why don't you play by the rules?"
Zhang Nianzu asked Zhao Meier: "Are you satisfied with the magic?"
"What kind of magic is this?"
Zhang Nianzu chuckled and said, "Weren't there two people on this bridge just now? I made them disappear."
Zhao Meier covered her nose and looked under the bridge. Two hipsters wearing leather jackets, leather pants and helmets were wading through the garbage and trying to climb up. The corners of her mouth twitched.
Zhang Nianzu said, "Don't be tense, just laugh if you want to."
Zhao Meir burst out laughing.
Zhang Nianzu backed up the car, drove along the farmland, returned to the road, and started heading towards the city.
Zhao Meier didn't say a word along the way. She became a little reserved. As the saying goes, a great favor should not be thanked. She didn't know how to get along with the lifesaver in front of her. After a long while, she finally said, "Your car... I will be responsible for it."
Zhang Nianzu said indifferently: "It's okay, I can fix it."
Zhao Meier looked at Zhang Nianzu and suddenly asked, "Why do I feel like I've seen you before?"
Zhang Nianzu panicked a little, put on his sunglasses and pretended to be relaxed: "Does this count as flirting?"
Zhao Meier frowned. She didn't like talking to people like this. Finally, she said, "Leave me your phone number later. I can't treat you unfairly. I don't like to owe favors to others."
Zhang Nianzu pulled his sunglasses up to his nose and looked at Zhao Meir. This was the first time he formally looked at this childhood friend's sister. He had indeed met her before, but that was in junior high school. At that time, he remembered that Zhao Meir was a beauty in the making. Now, the beauty had grown into a beauty.
Zhao Meir's facial features are so delicate that they make people jealous. In addition to her picturesque eyebrows and eyes, her skin is naturally fair and tender. In fact, although Zhao Weiming is sloppy, he can be considered a beautiful person. But think about it, this brother and sister do not have the same mother, and Zhang Nianzu is still deeply impressed by Old Zhao's donkey face. In the end, he can only sigh, "The evil rich people have seized the good resources."
