Speed and Passion

When Xia Yu approached the young motorcyclist, the latter could not help but back away.

"What are you afraid of, Grandma won't hit you." Xia Yu had fully embraced his role these days.

Other than not having a sweet voice to chat with, logging into an elderly person's account had no effect on him.

Mainly because Yin Shulan's body was very healthy, even better than some youngsters who stayed up late, smoked, and drank alcohol.

"My legs are just a bit weak," the motorcyclist defended himself.

He was indeed a bit scared. His family lived in a small town, where the atmosphere was much better than in the countryside. Fights were rare, let alone robberies.

It was his first time having a sickle held against his neck.

"Then sit down and rest."

After sizing up the motorcyclist and seeing he was alright, Xia Yu went to the three robbers on the ground.

He kicked the three of them and said, "Don't pretend to be dead. Get up and pick up the money for Grandma. If even one coin is missing, you won't be able to go back today."

The three endured their pain and picked up the money that Xia Yu scattered to attract the attention of the two robbers, then handed it to Xia Yu.

Three banknotes had either been blown away by the wind or fallen in a remote place. They couldn't find them after searching, so they each took out one hundred to make up for it.

Xia Yu put the money back in his pocket and waved at the three of them, "Get lost."

The three limped away from the road immediately.

Xia Yu approached the motorcyclist again and said, "You have a cell phone, right? Call the police."

"Reporting to the police is useless." Despite his words, the motorcyclist took out his phone and called the police.

After the motorcyclist hung up, Xia Yu told him, "Reporting to the police might not help, but if there's any trouble later, having reported and not reporting are two different things."

The motorcyclist nodded vaguely.

"Alright, if you understand, then hurry up and take Grandma home."

As the motorcyclist got on his motorcycle, Xia Yu followed suit, but the motorcyclist didn't start the engine for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yu asked in surprise, "Is your GT scooter broken?"

"No, Grandma, my legs are too weak right now. I'm afraid I can't drive; it would be too dangerous," the motorcyclist said through gritted teeth.

For a young man to admit this was not an easy thing.

"…" Although it was still early, Xia Yu didn't want to stay here in the cold wind.

"By the way, do I have a GT scooter license?" Xia Yu seemed to be talking to himself, but in fact, he was talking to Yin Shulan.

Yin Shulan replied, "Yes, but you haven't driven for a year."

She actually had one?

It seemed that Yin Shulan had a magnificent life when she was young.

As long as she had a license, everything would be fine.

Xia Yu had always wanted to practice driving with this body. If Yin Shulan didn't have a license, he would be a little worried since one couldn't obtain a driving license after the age of sixty.

However, those who got their license before sixty could still drive normally after sixty, as long as they underwent some checkups.

If he didn't have a license, he could only practice driving on a bicycle.

This image would be too beautiful.

Getting off the GT motorcycle, Xia Yu grabbed the collar of the young motorcyclist, pulled him to the back seat, and handed him her snack bag.

While the young motorcyclist was still in shock, she put on his goggles and sat in the front.

"Hold on tight, Grandma's about to start the engine!" Xia Yu started the engine.

In her previous life, she had also been a man with a GT motorcycle driving license. Although she wasn't a seasoned driver, her skills were still decent.

"Aah? Grandma, don't…" Before the young motorcyclist could finish his sentence, Xia Yu sped away with a twist of the throttle.

"Slow down, slow down, slow down!" The young motorcyclist, frightened, clung to Xia Yu's shoulder.

Xia Yu's driving speed was not faster than his, but the fact that a sixty-year-old grandmother was driving was enough to scare anyone.

"Don't worry, I have a driver's license!" Xia Yu skillfully accelerated after a few moments.

"Grandma, slow down a bit!" said the young motorcyclist loudly as the scenery whizzed past and the wind stung his face.

The wind was so loud that they had to shout to communicate.

"How can you be afraid of this little speed, young man? You're not tough enough!" Xia Yu shouted.

"When did I say I couldn't handle it? Even if you doubled the speed, I would still be used to it!" The young motorcyclist boasted, provoked by Xia Yu.

"Alright, I'll speed up then!"

"No, Grandma, don't! I was just boasting!"

However, Xia Yu didn't pay any attention to him.

The reason the young motorcyclist was afraid was simply that he was afraid of a crash. Although Xia Yu didn't have driving level 1 at the moment, her agility level 4 was not just for show. Even if a monster suddenly appeared in front of the motorcycle, she could pull him off the bike and jump away in time, sending the bike flying into a nearby field.

As Xia Yu's speed grew faster and faster in the horrified eyes of the young motorcyclist, she obtained driving level 1 after five minutes and then pushed the speed to the maximum.

Ten minutes later, the village appeared before Xia Yu. She slowed down and headed towards her house.

Hearing the sound of the GT motorcycle, the surrounding villagers came out to see what was happening.

Finding that the motorcyclist was Yin Shulan, they were all shocked.

No matter who it was, seeing an elderly woman riding a GT motorcycle at a pretty fast speed would definitely surprise them.

Especially since there was a young man sitting in the back.

If they were in the city, such a sight would surely be captured and uploaded to the internet, sparking heated debates.

Unfortunately, this was the countryside.

Yin Ling, who was taking care of her mother at home, was also attracted by the sound of the GT motorcycle. At that time, Xia Yu had already slowed down, so although Yin Ling was surprised, she was not shocked.

After a skillful drift in front of her granddaughter, Xia Yu stopped the motorcycle.

Removing the goggles, Xia Yu patted the young motorcyclist on the shoulder with some regret: "Your GT motorcycle's speed is not good enough."

Though the young motorcyclist heard the criticism of his own GT motorcycle, he found Xia Yu's words quite amicable.

Thankfully, the GT motorcycle didn't go faster.

At this point, his legs were no longer weak, but his face was pale and he still felt a bit car-sick.

Sitting on the ground to one side, the young motorcyclist needed to take a break, and he didn't want to see the GT motorcycle at all right now.

Yin Ling brought him a cup of tea, and Xia Yu patted him on the shoulder, took his own snack bag, got a ten-yuan note from the house for him, and then left him alone.

Coming to the courtyard, he took out a reclining chair, lay down on it comfortably, and from the snack bag, he took out a bag of potato chips and a can of cola, and started eating and drinking.

This was the life he should be enjoying.

Waving for Yin Ling, who was secretly watching from the side, to come over, Xia Yu fed his granddaughter potato chips.

Yin Ling was very much like An Siyao; feeding her was like feeding a young An Siyao.

Moreover, the girl really liked potato chips and cola, unlike An Siyao, who had no expression of enjoying delicious food even when fed white jade dumplings.

Seeing the satisfied and happy expression on Yin Ling's face, Xia Yu's heart also felt content.

After a lifetime of hard work, having such a lovely granddaughter made his life perfect.

After finishing the potato chips and cola with his granddaughter, Xia Yu took another bag for the girl and let her play on her own.

Yin Shulan nagged in Xia Yu's mind, saying things like it's not as good as eating eggs or buying some meat, and that these have no nutritional value.

To stop her nagging, Xia Yu said, "Tomorrow at noon, bring a jar or some other container, go to the open space by the electric tower south of town, and bury the container there. I will make five hundred thousand in cash in it. Remember to stick a wooden stick on the open space as a marker."

"Alright," Yin Shulan's attention was successfully diverted.

Eight hours passed, and Xia Yu returned to his own body. Picking up the journal that had been entrusted to him, he looked at today's agenda, and Yuxue called him telling him to take some photos while on his travels.

Xia Yu thought for a moment, took a selfie of himself, and sent it to Yuxue.