I am a Big Player
Chapter 108 - 107. Last night, I lost to a bicycle on Mount Akina (First update)_1

Chapter 108: 107. Last night, I lost to a bicycle on Mount Akina (First update)_1

Therefore, a peculiar scene arose in Luo City’s grade nine, class two: Ren He, who never studied, began tutoring Xu Nuo, who also never studied—this was simply the eighth wonder of the world!

Although Ren He’s recent base tests and monthly exams received excellent scores, the problem was that nobody truly believed those represented his actual ability. Think about it—who could imagine that a student ranked third from the bottom just last month had suddenly become one of the top students in the class?

It had become a habit for everyone to skip over Ren He when looking at the ranking of scores. If Ren He was fourth, then the student in the fifth place would subconsciously think that they were fourth instead...

Even the teachers, when they distributed test papers and announced results, would subconsciously forget Ren He. It was customary not to read out his score, and everyone treated it as normal.

In academic matters, Ren He seemed like an invisible person deliberately forgotten by everyone; but outside of studying, no one could ignore him. With a two-point increase in his charm attributes, it seemed that in a short period of time he had become a noticeable presence. At the moment, Ren He himself hadn’t realized how powerful those two charm points truly were.

When he went to the school store to buy water, there would be girls whispering behind him. Ren He found it a bit baffling—was his sweater on backward? No, it wasn’t!

Then, as he loitered at the classroom door with nothing to do, preparing to intercept love letters meant for Yang Xi, suddenly a younger girl approached, shyly stuffed her letter into his hand, and scurried away. Ren He was stunned... Were girls beginning to send Yang Xi love letters? Had Yang Xi become favored by the girls?

He then treated the love letter as if it were one of those intended for Yang Xi and threw it into the trash. He used to read Yang Xi’s love letters, but having been grossed out by the overwhelming sweetness, he now didn’t even glance at them.

It made him somewhat envious of those classmates who received love letters during their school days. Why had he never gotten any?

Yang Xi, who was with Ren He day in and day out, hadn’t really noticed any significant change in him because she had always felt an inexplicable charm attract her to Ren He—not an overtly apparent charm in his appearance, but an inner talent.

Writing novels, composing songs, playing guitar, and also very capable in a fight...

She had never met anyone as interesting as him in her life. Yang Xi had her own pride, and whenever she thought of someone willing to stand up for her in such dangerous circumstances, she was touched.

There’s always that question in love where one asks their significant other, "Would you give up your life for me?"

Such questions are usually just sweet nothings, with no way to prove them.

But in Yang Xi’s case, she had never expected Ren He to sacrifice his life to prove his significance to her existence, yet had already proven it in real life.

However, for Duan Xiaolou, the difference lain within those two charm attributes was immense. She felt as if Ren He had become a completely different person. What was the old Ren He like? Although neat and refreshingly clean, he was definitely not related to charm. That’s why she had rejected him—because, in her heart, Ren He simply wasn’t good enough yet.

But after real interaction, Duan Xiaolou always felt that Ren He seemed to harbor a burning passion within him. Yet, she couldn’t tell what that passion entailed.

Ren He had changed recently, and sometimes she couldn’t help but turn her head to gaze at the young man: vibrant, confident, even causing her closest girlfriends to quietly ask if she really had no feelings for Ren He.

Duan Xiaolou couldn’t answer; she just knew now was not the time for romance.

Compared to girls like Yang Xi, who grew up in a variety of environments, Duan Xiaolou led a more regulated life from a young age. She lacked Yang Xi’s spirit of daring to break the norm. She felt that she was already independent enough, that her outlook on life, world view, and value system were complete, but she was wrong.

Who doesn’t harbor an inexplicable confidence during their youth? Everyone does.

Sometimes when she looked at Ren He, she too wanted to change, to try out the life the other had. It seemed so colorful, but she felt she wasn’t ready yet.

As for when she would be ready, no one could give her an answer.

That night, Ren He took his custom mountain bike out of the pickup truck’s trunk parked downstairs, ready to get a feel for it. It wasn’t a formal mission, just a pure trial.

The main purpose was to see which time slots and road sections had the least pedestrian and vehicle traffic at dawn, as some places would have large trucks passing through at night that might not stop even for red lights.

If a big truck suddenly came rushing out while he was cycling at 70 km/h, Ren He would definitely be done for. A car might have a chance to brake at that speed, but the chances of braking on a bike at 70 km/h would probably send the rider flying!

The Divine Punishment System had already taught him all the skills to control a bicycle, and when Ren He took hold of it, he felt as if the bike merged with him, an exhilarating feeling akin to gripping the perfect mouse while playing a game!

At 4 o’clock in the morning, Ren He quietly set out on his mountain bike. At first, his speed was quite slow, as he wanted to carefully feel the bike’s response as it moved, much like how the strongest in martial arts novels seek to become one with their weapon—a fusion not achieved in an instant, even with the world’s greatest swordsmanship.

Gradually, Ren He started to speed up. To be honest, he had never experienced what it was like to ride a bicycle as quickly as a car. The wind whistled past him, making his clothes flutter noisily, but thankfully he had prepared goggles in advance, otherwise his eyes would be unable to stay open.

The least populated place in Luo City now should be the new district, as not many people live there yet, and the whole area is newly developed.

Suddenly, Ren He remembered a GIF he had seen in a past life: a youth drifting on a bicycle through various bends, creating a sensation as if merging with the wind, so graceful it evoked an inexplicable sense of beauty.

And that saying!

"Yesterday, I lost to a bicycle on Mount Akina. It was fast, drifting around corners with inertia. I couldn’t see the rider’s face, but I remember the words ’Forever’ written on the crossbar. If you see him, please tell him I’ll be waiting for him on Mount Akina this Friday night. The loser leaves their bike mark!"

Of course, that jest had also been applied to the mythic Wuling Hongguang car, but regardless, Ren He wanted to experience that drifting sensation!

Drifting on a bicycle, what would that feel like? Ren He decided to forget about the mission tonight and instead look for terrain suitable for drifting!

The night was dark and the winter wind was biting. However, Ren He didn’t feel too cold, as it seemed his physical endurance had improved along with his resistance to cold.

At this time past four in the morning, there were few pedestrians on the streets, mostly night club staff or young people coming out of internet cafes, and the occasional taxi driver. The streetlights still lit the way with their dim yellow glow, and Ren He rode his bicycle leisurely down the street, occasionally savoring this empty feeling, which wasn’t too bad at all.

It was as though the entire world belonged to him alone, devoid of daytime traffic and the noisy throng of crowds.