Jing Peng, who was chasing her from behind, cursed quietly when he saw her driving so fast.
"Do you have a death wish?"
The night was dark, the road twisted and turned; if she didn't make the turn in time, plummeting into the paddy field was a matter of minutes.
Just as Jing Peng thought of this, he heard the Class Belle scream, "Ah..."
The Class Belle had crashed into the mountainside, tumbled off the bike, and rolled on the ground a few times.
Hearing her scream, Jing Peng's heart tightened, his hand trembled, and at the same time, the front tire hit a small stone.
His body leaned back, pulling his arm along. The motorcycle's throttle was on the handlebar; pushing forward reduced the power, pulling back increased it.
As his arm pulled back, the handlebar did as well, increasing the power, and his bike shot forward!
Then...
Bang!
It crashed, hitting the Class Belle's bike parked by the roadside.
Jing Peng and the bike fell together.
