She had a hazy dream.
She dreamed that some terrifying scene jolted her awake. Then, in the darkness beside her after waking, she vaguely saw a figure who had been sitting there quietly all along. One foot rested on the front of the car as he stared blankly at the night sky, lost in thought.
He turned to look at her and spoke softly and calmly, extending a hand for her to hold. It carried an incomparably powerful strength that made her feel gentle reassurance.
"It's okay. I'm still here."
Then she opened her sleepy eyes and saw Fang Ran driving with one hand.
Tang Bing, not fully awake, froze.
The moment the haze faded, she grabbed Fang Ran and shook him with all her strength as she screamed in panic:
"Ahhh! Senior, what are you doing?! No, don't stop—ptui! Stop the car already! You Road Killer, who gave you the courage to drive one-handed like that?!"
"Holy crap! Junior, are you still half-asleep? Damn it, stop shaking me! Let go!"
Then, as the white convertible van raced across the wilderness and swerved wildly from side to side, it nearly managed to roll over at thirty miles an hour.
They had been fine while being chased by two participants during last night's pursuit, but Fang Ran, who had successfully been forced to stop by his own teammate, turned toward Tang Bing beside him with a speechless expression after slamming on the brakes.
"Junior, your way of greeting someone before dawn is really something else."
"Well... I saw you driving, Senior... and instinctively..."
"But really, it was because you were driving one-handed. Waking up to that sight was just way too terrifying."
Hearing Tang Bing avert her eyes and stubbornly start making excuses, Fang Ran could not be bothered to argue