Director Yang watched the monitor with satisfaction.
The drone footage showed eight ATVs racing side by side across the vast desert, their rear wheels kicking up yellow sand, carefree and full of swagger.
But less than two minutes later, Director Yang's expression became hard to describe.
The third ATV from the left had clearly started falling behind, gradually losing touch with the group.
Perhaps Qin Yuan had decided he couldn't catch up anyway, because his vehicle kept slowing down until it was practically crawling.
Director Yang: ...Lasting two minutes was already pretty good. Yes, I couldn't ask too much of Qin Yuan.
Then, a few dozen seconds later, the third ATV from the right fell behind too, despite having charged ahead so fiercely just moments ago.
[Yooo~ Xuxu's here to keep Emperor Qin company.]
[Lmao, a wild O and his useless A.]
[If I remember right, these ATVs can carry a passenger.]
After leaving the group, Lin Xu simply turned around, drove up beside Qin Yuan, and stopped. "Qin, I can give you a ride. Want to hop on?"
Qin Yuan: "..."
Without hesitation, he decisively abandoned his own vehicle and sat behind Lin Xu.
After a moment's thought, Qin Yuan said, "Thank you."
Lin Xu glanced back with a smile. "Qin, why don't you hold on to my waist? You'll need a good grip. I drive this thing pretty hard."
Qin Yuan didn't understand why, but he did as instructed anyway. He wrapped his long arms around Lin Xu's waist, still behaving like a gentleman, loosely encircling him without quite daring to make contact.
Then Lin Xu took him "flying," catching up with the other guests, who had already driven some distance ahead, in just a few minutes.
Qin Yuan's face was the same color as the yellow sand