The City Knows How to Have Fun, Speaking Only for Himself

Song Shuhang felt the stares from people all the way were really piercing—that was to be expected!

Anyone who sees these tractors and their drivers will involuntarily give them a second glance.

First, there's the Venerable White, driving a hand-held tractor—he's like a celestial being who stepped out of a painting, breathtakingly handsome. When people see the Venerable White, they wish they could use every word in their minds related to 'handsome, dashing, and beautiful' to describe him! Nothing else would be enough to describe Venerable White beauty.

But this handsome man looked excited, gripping the tractor handles with both hands, his body swaying rhythmically with the tractor, looking completely ecstatic.

Beside Venerable White, Song Shuhang, a handsome college student with a youthful face, was huddled next to Venerable White. Since the tractor only had one driver's seat, Song Shuhang had to shrink into a small space, making him look Chu Chu.

The tractor roared and sputtered, belching out plumes of black smoke.

This art style is so distorted, I have no idea how bad it's become!

"Senior White, how about an invisibility spell?" Song Shuhang turned around and asked Venerable White, who was having a great time.

He simply couldn't stand the stares of the crowd anymore; those gazes felt like a thousand arrows shooting at him, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Ah? Oh! I didn't use an invisibility spell, I forgot." Venerable White laughed sheepishly, then drove the tractor around a deserted corner.

Once he was sure no one was watching the tractor anymore, Venerable White took out an A4 sheet of paper from his pocket and slapped it onto the tractor seat.

Simply activate the formation above, and the tractor will enter stealth mode.

Song Shuhang's face twitched involuntarily. It seemed that Venerable White had been prepared all along?

Indeed, Venerable White had come prepared. He currently had several sheets of array runes inscribed on A4 paper, all of which were disposable—with so many cars in the garage, he naturally needed to prepare more. Otherwise, inscribing arrays every time he drove out would be too troublesome.

"This is an invisible formation. When we're almost at your house, tear it off, and our tractor will no longer be invisible," Venerable White explained.

[I'd rather remain invisible all the way to my doorstep!] Song Shuhang thought to himself.

Then, Venerable White took out four A4 sheets of paper with array formations. "These are runes to reduce the weight of the vehicle, these are runes to reduce drag, one is for triple acceleration, and the last one is for strengthening the vehicle body. With these four runes, even a tractor can reach 150 miles per hour without causing too much damage to the vehicle body."

Song Shuhang silently pasted the four A4 sheets of paper onto the tractor.

Senior White snapped his fingers, activating all the formations, restarting the hand-held tractor, and happily drove it towards the Jiangshui Civil Aviation Training Center.

Boom boom boom boom... Thud thud thud thud...

The tractor sped along the road, and in no time, its speed had exceeded 100 miles per hour.

Along the way, Senior White, with his superb driving skills, kept overtaking other vehicles, and his speed increased faster and faster. Sometimes, when there were a lot of cars blocking the road ahead, Venerable White could slap the car body and shout, "Traction Technique!"

Then the tractor soared into the air, like a warhorse leaping high, clearing the many obstacles in front of it, and continued its joyful journey.

This is an absolutely unconventional way of racing!

Behind the tractor, inside a silver sedan.

"Huh? Honey, I think I heard a tractor drive past us?" the young woman driving asked, puzzled.

The husband, sitting in the passenger seat, pointed ahead and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my god, what's that?!"

In the distance, a plume of black smoke rose out of nowhere, accompanied by the rumbling and sputtering noise of a tractor.

The black smoke was incredibly fast; even on such a congested road, it could reach speeds of over 100 miles per hour.

"Could it be a ghost car?" The young woman shuddered. "For example, a long, long time ago, a tractor driver died on this road, and his resentment lingers, so he often Mercedes-Benz his tractor on this road?"

"..." The husband sighed softly, making a decision in his heart—for the next period of time, he would no longer allow his wife to watch those strange movies and read those strange novels.

Similar scenes occurred in many vehicles on this road.

Almost all the drivers along the way heard the roar of tractors passing by, along with the black smoke they emitted.

Some people even smelled tractor exhaust fumes.

--The Venerable White only remembered to make the tractor invisible today, but did not eliminate its presence or smell.

Because Venerable White felt... driving alone invisibly was no fun; no matter how fast you drove, it was like wearing fine clothes in the dark!

There has to be an audience; the amazement of others is also a driving force for racers.

However, Song Shuhang was unaware of this matter.

He thought this time it would be the same as before, with the tractor becoming invisible, able to silence, and counter-detection.

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Boom boom boom... Thud thud thud.

The tractor quickly arrived at the Jiangshui Civil Aviation Training Center.

When Song Shuhang was almost there, he called Catherine at the flight school to let her know that he would bring Instructor Little Li back today. However, he didn't plan to learn to fly today; he was going home. He would return to Jiangnan University Town and continue his flight training there.

Catherine readily agreed.

The recent appearance on television after Little Li's return from space has piqued the curiosity of many flight instructors at the flight school. Many instructors are curious about what exciting thing happened to Little Li after he took two instructors for a flight.

As they approached the flight school, Song Shuhang put away several A4 sheets of paper with array formations drawn on them.

The tractor came into view from its stealth state and then drove into the flight school.

"Hello, Miss Catherine, we've arrived," Song Shuhang said on the phone again.

Soon, Catherine came out of the flight school to greet them...

Soon, Catherine's face froze...

She stared blankly at the hand-operated tractor in front of her, and at the Venerable White, who was driving it with an "I'm having a blast" expression. She also saw Song Shuhang huddled up, calling him.

Catherine blinked hard, then took a deep breath.

--How should I put it, at this moment her thought was... seriously, the world of the rich is something ordinary people can't understand. She once again redefined the concept of 'city people know how to have fun'.

While ordinary people were still walking, those who knew how to have fun in the city were already riding bicycles; while ordinary people were riding bicycles, those who knew how to have fun in the city were already driving cars; while ordinary people were driving cars, those who knew how to have fun in the city were already flying airplanes; while ordinary people were flying airplanes, those who knew how to have fun in the city were already driving tractors...

I'm all about being different, not following the beaten path—I only speak for myself, and I'm a true city person.

"Mr. Song Shuhang, you've worked hard. And where's Instructor Little Li?" Catherine greeted him with a perfectly professional smile.

"He's in the back. Mr. Little Li fell asleep not long ago." Song Shuhang jumped off the tractor, went to the back of the tractor, and carried Little Li off.

Two burly men ran out from behind Catherine and took Little Li from Song Shuhang's arms.

"Is Instructor Little Li alright?" Catherine asked curiously—she was particularly interested in how Instructor Little Li had ended up inside the America spacecraft's return capsule, and what Instructor Little Li had experienced these past few days.

"It's alright, he's in great shape," Song Shuhang said with a smile. When Instructor Little Li was brought back from the United States, he received treatment from Senior Brother Zhou, and not only did all his injuries recover, but he also became much stronger.

Today, Venerable White used his spiritual power to heal him again, and needless to say, he reaped a great harvest. Because of Venerable White's treatment, Song Shuhang's physical strength has increased several times.

"We're in a hurry to get back. If you have any other questions, you can ask Instructor Little Li himself after he wakes up. We'll be leaving now. I'll contact Miss Catherine to learn about other types of aircraft after I return to the Jiangnan Region," Song Shuhang said with a smile and a wave.

"Okay, no problem," Catherine replied—anyway, she'd know everything once Instructor Little Li woke up.

Song Shuhang climbed back onto the tractor.

The Venerable White made a graceful U-turn.

The tractor started up with a 'putt-putt-putt' and 'boom boom boom' sound, and turned around to head towards Wenzhou City, Song Shuhang's hometown.

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At this very moment, in Wenzhou City, on White Whale Road.

A brand-new BMW 7 Series parked casually outside Song Shuhang's Song Shuhang home.

Then, a man as tall as a bear climbed out of the back seat. He was about fifty years old, but because of his strong physique, he looked much younger than his actual age.

This is Old Lü, Dad Song's longtime buddy.

"Tianyou, take out the gift Dad prepared for Old Song, wahahahaha." After getting out of the car, Old Lü stretched his body and let out a loud laugh.

At this moment, Old Lü was so smug that he was practically walking like a penguin.

On the bus, a man of similarly robust build got off; he looked like a younger version of Old Lü.

This is Old Lü's son, Lü Tianyou. He looks like he's in his thirties—but in fact, he's only two years older than Song Shuhang.

At this moment, Lü Tianyou had a wry smile on his face. He absolutely did not want to accompany his father to Shuhang's house to show off, but he couldn't persuade his father otherwise.

Lü Tianyou opened the trunk of the BMW and took out a small bronze statue. The statue was wrapped in red cloth, so its appearance was not visible.

"Come on, come on, hurry up. I can't wait to see Old Song's frustrated face. I've been holding back this for a whole year." Old Lü laughed heartily, his face flushed, and charged upstairs to Song Shuhang's house.

Lü Tianyou sighed heavily and wiped his face with his hand.

I always feel like my dad is such a disgrace.

After sighing, he adjusted his smile in front of the car window, finally managing to force a smile that looked somewhat appropriate, and then he kept that smile as he followed his father.

I got home a little late today~~ Chapter 1, please vote!