The Villain Doesn’t Want To Date the Cute Heroine

Forty-Five: Who Doesn’t Have a Dream?

The streets were bustling with cars, and the sound of honking was incessant, especially during the morning rush hour when driving was clearly not a wise choice.

Particularly at the crossroads waiting for the red light, the traffic could fill up half the street.

A major traffic jam was a common occurrence, especially on the street leading to the Glorious Prosperity Institute, which was often filled with various luxury cars.

Most of the students at the Glorious Prosperity Institute were people of power and influence, so this street, teeming with luxury cars, tended to be more congested than other intersections.

The piercing honks rose one after another, sounding somewhat noisy, but people had no way to deal with these individuals.

After all, they were all dignitaries, and even the government had to tread lightly around them, let alone the ordinary citizens nearby.

“Dad, why is it so slow? What’s going on with the cars in front?”

The young student sitting in the luxury car rolled down the window, looking displeased at the motionless traffic around him.

This could almost be called a luxury car convoy, with the traffic waiting at the traffic light being exclusively multimillion-dollar luxury cars.

Although such a lineup might seem impressive to outsiders, it made his own presence feel virtually nonexistent.

He had hoped to be the center of attention, but now, he was simply drowned out by the massive flow of cars.

“Hey, it’s your own fault for insisting on going to that Glorious Prosperity Institute. Isn’t everyone there from a deep-rooted background?”

“It was you, this little rascal, who cried and begged to go there. Regretting it now? Too late for regrets.”

The middle-aged driver glanced at his son, tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel and casting a glance at the rearview mirror.

Upon seeing the traffic jammed in the mirror, he clicked his tongue.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, worthy of being the nation’s top prestigious high school. Look at this traffic; even a metropolitan event might not be this terrifying.

This could also be said to be a spectacular sight unique to Yanghai City. You wouldn’t see such a scene in other cities.

Sending one’s son to the illustrious Huihuang Xing Academy isn’t a bad idea; it could actually help him make friends with many of noble status.

Though the school has its fair share of broken rules, overall, the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.

“Uh, Dad, do you hear that strange sound?”

The young student pricked up his ears and furrowed his brow slightly, as if he heard some odd noises.

It seemed like a distant sound, thunderous and intense, somewhat like thunder.

“Hmm? What sound?”

The middle-aged man turned off the car stereo and looked at his son.

What sound? Why couldn’t he hear anything??

“No, Dad, listen carefully, it’s like the sound of thunder coming from far away.”

The increasingly clear sound rang in his ear, and the young man’s frown deepened. Was it coming from behind?

With this thought, the young student hurriedly leaned out to look back, only to see the same dense crowd of cars, with no other movement.

“Am I hallucinating?”

The student scratched his head, puzzled as he looked at the traffic behind. Could he be hallucinating?

But that wasn’t right either; the sound was indeed getting closer.

While he was still in a daze, the previously immovable luxury cars in the traffic jam suddenly started to panic and merge towards the inside. In just a minute, a narrow path, only half a car’s width, appeared on the right side of the road that had been blocked.

“Boom boom boom boom boom!!!”

The sky filled with dust as if swept up by a tornado, the dust spread, and the roaring sound wave crushed over from behind the traffic, the deafening engine roaring wildly. The deep red LaFerrari, like a shooting star, the screeching of the tires on the ground was like a wild horse neighing.

“Holy shit!!!”

The young student, who had leaned out halfway, turned pale at the sight. The red lightning in front of him magnified infinitely in his retina, and he couldn’t help but curse as he quickly pulled back into the car.

Just as he retracted his body, the raging red stallion roared past, clinging to the car door.

The piercing sound wave made the student’s brain tremble, the roaring engine leaving echoes all around.

In less than a few seconds, the blood-red stallion disappeared from his sight.

Leaving only the deep, scorched tire marks on the ground, still emitting a pungent smell, confirming the madness that had just occurred.

“Son… Son… did you just see what that was…”

With his mouth agape, large enough to fit an egg, the middle-aged man stared dumbfounded out the window at the sedan racing away.

What was that red lightning? He couldn’t even make out the model of the car, the speed was just too fast.

What kind of madman dares to drive so fast in such a densely trafficked area? Does the driver have a death wish??

“I… I didn’t see clearly…”

The young student’s face was pale, his lips trembling as he spoke.

Had he reacted just a half beat slower, he might have been decapitated by now.

No more… He would never dare to stick his head out the window again… Never again… It was just too terrifying…

“That lunatic… The campus is right ahead…”

The middle-aged man’s fingers trembled as he lit a cigarette for himself.

Every man has surely fantasized about speeding in a car.

The wild rush he had only seen on television was now unfolding before his very eyes.

It sent the middle-aged man’s adrenaline surging, reigniting the dreams he had once cast aside, as a wave of passion welled up from deep within.

“What are you trying to do, old man…”

The young student looked pale as he stared at his father—or more precisely, at his father’s hand, veins bulging from gripping the steering wheel.

A sense of foreboding suddenly gripped him; he vaguely remembered his father mentioning that his idol seemed to be Takumi Fujiwara…

“Your father, you see, once had dreams too…”

The middle-aged man took a deep drag of his cigarette, his voice hoarse, as a glint of light sparked in his murky eyes.

The fervor of racing and those bygone dreams were now conveyed, the will of that driver deeply imparted here.

“Wait… Dad… Just calm down…”

The student scrambled in a panic, trying to stop his father from doing something foolish.

“Hold tight! Son!!”

The middle-aged man shouted excitedly, slamming the brakes, then flooring the gas pedal, the turbo roaring like thunder.

With a firm grip on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed ahead, a hint of exhilaration curled at the corner of his mouth.

Let him also feel the rush…