The old boatman sat at the bow, his mouth hanging open. Even when the wind knocked his bamboo hat askew, he made no move to straighten it. He had poled boats on this river for decades, but had never known this boat could move so fast. It was faster than a speedboat. It defied all reason!
In the livestream chat:
[No More Being a Workhorse: What am I looking at?]
[Cherry Blossom Red: Mom asked why I was kneeling while watching the livestream.]
[Wanting It All: Are we sure they're on the water? Not on a plane?]
[Red Clothes: High God got propeller speeds out of a bamboo pole.]
[I Am Ying Zheng: Basic stuff. No applause needed.]
The wind blew Moontrace's ears backward, but it made no sound, merely burrowing its head deeper into Yang Wanqing's arms.
Meanwhile, on the road along the riverbank, the light was red. A silver-gray Ferrari stood at the intersection.
A young man in sunglasses and a floral shirt sat behind the wheel. Beside him, a girl in a spaghetti-strap dress was touching up her makeup.
The girl looked up at the sound and spotted the boat on the river, nearly dragging her lipstick across her cheek.
The black-canopied boat racing across the river caught her eye. Her eyes widened, and she pointed at the river, excitedly shaking the young man beside her as she exclaimed, "Young Master Shen, Young Master Shen! Look at the river! What did they put in that boat? It's even faster than your sports car!"
The young man called Young Master Shen looked utterly dismissive. He turned to give it a casual glance and said arrogantly, "What lousy boat could compare to my latest-model Ferrari? That's complete nonse—Holy shit!"
Before he could finish, he saw the black-canopied boat racing