Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets-Chapter 624 - 308 Traces of Dampness Performance Fruit_3

Chapter 624: Chapter 308: Traces of Dampness, [Performance Fruit]_3

Chapter 624 -308: Traces of Dampness, [Performance Fruit]_3

I recorded a clip of Tang Song driving the BMW RR as it sped past.

Then I added some first-person perspective videos before driving back to the club.

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Since the sky had already grown dark, the riding team set out on their return journey quickly.

As the convoy entered the downtown area,

skyscrapers and the bustling traffic once again invaded my view, bringing with them noise and glamor.

At the intersection of Sports Street,

Moli waved goodbye with a smile and gave Tang Song a wink, shouting loudly, “Attractive Man, Qiuqiu, I’ve got some stuff to do tonight, bye-bye~”

“Bye-bye, be careful on the road.” “Bye-bye.”

I watched as Moli drove her Suzuki Gixxer 300 out of sight around the corner.

Tang Song turned to Qiuqiu, “Qiuqiu, thanks for spending the afternoon helping me shoot videos. Let’s go have dinner, what would you like to eat?”

Qiuqiu hesitated for a moment, then said softly, “Well… thank you.”

In the end, they chose an authentic Chuan Province hotpot restaurant, which Qiuqiu visited occasionally – an old favorite.

Since it was Saturday night, and this was a busy commercial street, the restaurant was swamped with customers.

They waited more than half an hour outside on stools before it was their turn.

The rich scent of spicy and numbing hotpot ingredients hit my nose and immediately aroused a craving on my taste buds.

Warm yellow lighting bathed the rustic wooden tables and chairs, and the walls were adorned with decorative paintings full of Chuan Province charm; the ambiance was both cozy and lively.

The hand-stirred beef hotpot base was spicy and fragrant, not at all too dry.

All the dishes were very fresh.

Crispy tripe, freshly sliced beef, smooth duck blood…

Dipped into the bubbling spicy beef broth, the numbing spice was satisfying, truly delicious.

Besides that, Qiuqiu also ordered some braised dishes and hand-smashed lemon tea.

Eaten together with the hotpot, the combination was perfect.

They chatted while they ate,

talking about Glimmer Coffee and motorcycles, as well as Chuan Province hotpot.

It was then Tang Song learned that Qiuqiu’s hometown was Rong City in Chuan Province.

But unlike the Chuan Province girls he’d imagined, who would speak the “Labor Capital Shudao Mountain” idiom, she was obviously a reserved and silent type.

She’d only become cheerful and bright when talking about Su Yu, as if she turned into a different person.

In fact, the reason Tang Song had taken a liking to her,

was not just her looks and figure, but also because of Su Yu.

…

When the two of them left the hotpot restaurant,

the sky had completely darkened.

The neat streets, the bright street lights, the twinkling neon, and the bustling crowd.

The gentle breeze of a summer night met them face-on, carrying the scent of the hotpot as it drifted into the air.

Tang Song took a deep breath, silently savoring the worldly atmosphere of that moment.

Qiuqiu gazed at his profile and let her thoughts drift, saying, “Thanks for the treat. When I get the chance, I’ll return the favor.”

“Oh?” Tang Song raised an eyebrow and smiled, “When will you have the chance? Qiuqiu, you’re not just saying it to be polite, are you?”

Under the warm light, Cheng Qiuyu’s face blushed, and she stammered, “I’m not… let’s make it next time we go on a motorbike trip.”

She really was just being polite without expecting Tang Song to take her up on it, which made her quite embarrassed.

“Pfft—” Tang Song chuckled, patted her head gently, and waved goodbye, “Bye-bye, take care on your way home.”

Having said that, Tang Song immediately straddled his Ninja400, ignited the engine, and took off.

The motorcycle’s headlight shot out a bright beam, slowly blending into the night.

Watching his tall and straight figure, feeling the vigor and vitality radiating from him, like a gentle breeze and clear moon.

Cheng Qiuyu felt slightly dazed.

She probably understood why she didn’t shun contact with him.

Apart from the favorable impression from Su Yu’s support and today’s guitar playing.

It was more because of his vibrant and infectious aura.

Just like her senior Gao Mengting, he could bathe her gloomy and empty heart in sunlight, which was very comfortable.

The wind brushed across her cheeks, and the roar of the engine seemed to still echo in her ears.

Cheng Qiuyu shook her head, and her light brown hair fluttered softly.

She put on her helmet and drove her Suzuki GSX250 towards Bamboo Stream Community.

…

“Creak—”

The door of apartment 1202 was gently pulled open, and the living room was brightly lit.

Cheng Qiuyu changed into slippers and entered the living room.

She opened the floor fan, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a sip.

Footstep sounds approached.

Cheng Qiuyu turned her head and saw Gao Mengting coming out of the master bedroom.

With a gentle smile, Gao Mengting said, “You came back a bit late today, didn’t you say you’d be home by 7 pm?”

“I had dinner with a friend, so I got delayed,” Cheng Qiuyu replied.

Gao Mengting sniffed and said, “Ah, I see you went for hotpot.”

Cheng Qiuyu put down the glass and sniffed her clothes.

Beyond the scent of sweat, there was a strong smell of butter hotpot base that was rather indescribable.

Her face turned red, and she quickly stood up, “Senior, I’m going to take a shower.”

She said and walked into the bedroom, grabbing a towel and quickly making her way to the bathroom.

Soon, her clothes came off one by one.

Lifting her leg to remove her underlayer, just as Cheng Qiuyu was about to put it in the basin, her gaze suddenly paused.

On the pink underwear, there appeared some faint marks.

She touched them lightly, her mouth gradually widening as her facial expression became extremely bizarre.

“What… What’s this about?”

…

YJTC.

Tang Song parked his motorcycle finely and hummed a tune as he returned to his spacious flat.

He took a glass, dropped a few ice cubes in it, and poured himself half a glass of Macallan whisky.

Leaning back on the sofa, Tang Song raised his glass to drink alone.

Chilled by the ice, the whisky had a subdued fragrance and a soft, refreshing taste.

“Ding! Congratulations player, the challenge [Brimming with Vigor] is completed.”

Immediately after, a faint holographic screen appeared before his eyes, and lines of text leaped into view.

[Reward calculation in progress…]

[In today’s riding journey, your heart was filled with confidence and passion, hopeful yet modest, sharp yet unassuming, proud yet open-minded. You’ve enriched your soul to experience the vibrant colors of life, and you’ve truly felt what it is to be brimming with vigor.]