Xu Xiangyang and Zhu Qingyue hurried out of the residential complex, where a black and red motorcycle was parked at the entrance.
The fine raindrops, dense and numerous, streamed down the aerodynamic metal shell of the vehicle.
The headlight was still on, its bright beam piercing the surrounding gloom, turning the torrent of silver threads from the sky into a clear, gleaming spectacle.
"So this is the motorcycle you bought..."
Zhu Qingyue's shoes crossed over the deep puddles in front of the metal gate, and a splashing noise followed her.
She sniffled, her tone filled with wonder.
"Yep, that's the one."
The class president knew he had taken a sum of money out of his bonus to purchase a big-ticket item, and had also heard about this motorcycle from the two of them.
"It's so cool."
The girl walked around the motorcycle, exclaiming uncontrollably in astonishment.
"Right? It's even an imported one, you have to make a reservation at the store in advance to buy it."