The White Continental's Quiet Command at the University Gate

The Miami blue Porsche 718 disappeared around the corner, its engine roaring brazenly.

The gates of Jiang University returned to the usual bustle of a weekend morning.

Freshmen coming and going, parents dragging suitcases, electric scooters weaving through the crowd, and food delivery riders filled the space the sports car had briefly carved open.

Heat shimmered above the asphalt.

Zhao Yifan stood alone in the shade of a plane tree.

His hands were in the pockets of his casual trousers, his posture straight, and his face was largely expressionless.

A few male students occasionally walked past, still eagerly discussing the dazzling convertible, its blacked-out rims, and its street-shaking exhaust.

Zhao Yifan didn't so much as raise an eyelid.

His attention wasn't on the 718 that had departed so flamboyantly.

Nor did he think Lu Chuan would stand him up on a weekend for no reason.

What he was really curious about was what form Lu Chuan's so-called "secondhand runabout" would take when it appeared at the university gate.

The minutes and seconds ticked by.

Zhao Yifan was in no hurry, nor did he press him.

He pushed up his nonprescription glasses and gazed calmly toward the distant intersection.

Just then.

The heat haze at the corner wavered slightly.

A white car rounded the corner with the traffic, turning smoothly onto the straight road leading to Jiang University's main gate.

It had none of the 718's engine roar that seemed intent on tearing the air apart.

Nor was there any showy revving before the speed bumps.

It moved neither fast nor slow, gliding steadily forward in complete quiet.

Yet it was precisely because it was so quiet.

Amid the noisy private cars and taxis, it instead had a powerful presence that was impossible to ignore.

Its body was long and broad, its chassis exceptionally stable.

An elegant, flowing waistline ran from nose to tail, while its wide front end exuded a deep, imposing weight.

There were no unnecessary flashy decorations, only an old-fashioned, understated sense of luxury.

A few girls by the roadside, just about to enter the university, stopped in their tracks without thinking.

They might not have recognized the winged emblem on the hood.

But people shared an appreciation for the beauty of top-tier industrial creations.

"That car looks so elegant."

One girl lowered her voice and nudged her companion's arm, instinctively sensing the expensive air the car gave off.

Meanwhile, a few boys nearby who knew a little about cars.

Their eyes swept from the distinctive circular headlights, across the enormous grille, and finally settled on the full, powerful shoulders of the car.

They exchanged glances and swallowed in unison.

"Bentley Continental GT."

One boy murmured the name, unmistakable awe in his voice.

As the white coupe slowly approached, the scattered attention around the university gate was quietly drawn away.

The 718 had used its color, convertible top, and street-shaking roar to shout at the top of its lungs, "Look at me!"

But the white Bentley had no need for that.

It did nothing at all.

Its silhouette, cut out against the sunlight, was enough to draw everyone's eyes after it involuntarily.

Zhao Yifan stood in the shade.

Almost the instant he saw the outline of its front end clearly, he recognized the car.

A barely perceptible trace of a smile flashed in the eyes of this young master of the Ji Province Zhao Family.

He finally understood what sort of thing Lu Chuan's "secondhand runabout" really was.

The white Bentley Continental GT was still slowly pulling over.

Zhao Yifan didn't stand there craning his neck to watch like an ordinary person.

Nor did he wait for the car to come to a complete stop before approaching to check.

He pulled his hands from his pockets, took a long stride, and walked steadily toward the white car while it was still gliding forward.

The wheels had only just come to a stop beside the curb.

Zhao Yifan didn't even bend down.

He didn't look through the driver's window; he had no need at all to check who was inside.

He simply reached out and pulled open the heavy passenger-side door.

As smoothly as flowing clouds and running water.

As if it were only natural.

The action itself revealed a formidable confidence born of his station.

Because in his understanding and by instinct, a car of this caliber appearing here was, by default, there to pick him up.

And as for the person sitting inside, there was no one it could be but Lu Chuan.

Several students watching the scene instinctively got a feeling.

This luxury car, frighteningly quiet.

And the young man who had pulled open the door and climbed straight in.

Clearly, neither was an ordinary Jiang University freshman.

Bang.

Zhao Yifan pulled the solid door shut behind him.

The sound of the lock engaging was deep and substantial.

The instant the door closed, the top-tier soundproof glass completely cut off the cicadas, traffic, and clamor of voices outside the university gate.

The cabin was so quiet that a pin dropping to the floor could have been heard.

The air carried the distinctive, delicate scent of top-grade leather.

Zhao Yifan turned his head.

In the driver's seat, Lu Chuan wore that familiar light gray, logo-free short-sleeved shirt, his hands resting casually on the leather steering wheel.

His expression was as unruffled as ever.

He didn't put on airs because he was driving a Bentley worth millions.

Nor did he turn to look for a shocked or worshipful expression on his roommate's face.

"Sorry, I'm a little late."

Lu Chuan spoke casually as he watched the road ahead.

His tone was as matter-of-fact as if he were saying he'd been two minutes late getting lunch at the cafeteria.

"No problem."

Zhao Yifan reached for the seat belt and buckled it.

Right afterward, Lu Chuan naturally explained why he was late.

"The car had been sitting in the underground garage for too long. I only realized it was low on fuel when I left."

Lu Chuan turned the wheel, and the car pulled away smoothly.

"I hadn't driven it much before and forgot to fill it up. I just took a detour to get gas."

"I see."

Zhao Yifan leaned back against the seat's supportive backrest, his tone just as calm as he brought him up to speed.

"Those two went ahead."

"They were afraid the reservation would expire."

The "those two" Zhao Yifan meant were naturally Chen Ziang and Han Dong.

He didn't embellish the story of how Chen Ziang had shown off his convertible 718.

After listening, Lu Chuan simply gave a quiet "Mm."

His well-defined fingers held the steering wheel.

He pressed the accelerator lightly.

The white Bentley Continental GT merged smoothly into traffic on the main road.

Inside the cabin, only a comfortable cool breeze drifted gently.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhao Yifan took in the perfect quiet provided by the top-tier machine as he watched the streets of Jiangcheng recede outside the window.

It all seemed so natural.

And on an elevated highway more than ten kilometers away.

The Miami blue Porsche 718 was still driving under the scorching sun, kicking up waves of hot air and a piercing roar.

While the white Bentley Continental GT.

Was like a giant cruise ship quietly leaving port, making its way toward the hot spring spa in the western suburbs, unhurried, steady, and composed.