Chapter 2

editor: simpforlife

<Experienced driver driving a car that almost flew>

Entry 3

X year, 3 January

Weather: Hazy

Today’s air quality was so bad! I reckon that even if people with 5.3 vision stood at Tiananmen Square , it would still be hard for them to catch sight of the portrait painting of Chairman Mao that hung on the tower of Tiananmen gate.

As night came, I stood in my office and looked out the window, the feeling that I’m going to go blind soon was becoming stronger. OTZ

Because no matter what I saw, it was always blurred, as if there’s a layer of gauze in between. When I was upstairs, I couldn’t even see the signboard of the convenience store downstairs. QAQ

Just as I was struggling to decide if I should call a cab or drive home myself, this sand sculpture called me again. He said he was sorry for graffiting on my wall as he pleased and asked me out for dinner to make up for my wounded heart. He even offered to drive me home.

En… Although this guy idles about and does no decent things on a daily basis, his driving skills are still fine plus he almost had become a professional racer when he was younger.

Considering the fact that I could get a free ride home, I happily accepted his offer o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

However, it turned out that I had been too naive…

I thought at first that such a serious haze would compel him to drive more steadily and show off the fine skills of an experienced driver. I never could have imagined that this guy would actually use the road as a racing track, making the car move as fast as a whirlwind. ～( TロT)σ

I felt that I had never been this scared even when I rode a rollercoaster and my legs were like jelly for a good while after I alighted the car OTZ

Why couldn’t you just drive properly?! Why must you show off your driving expertise?!

After experiencing this, I decided to make him treat me to a good meal for dinner but this guy literally treated me to Golden Arches! Yes, that is what they call the holy place for elementary school students to do their homework – McDonald’s!

QUQ I just really feel like beating him to death!

But this guy didn’t even feel an ounce of awkwardness and smoothly ordered me to get a table, while he went to the counter to get our food. This entire process was natural and sleek, carried out in a moment’s time.

Holding onto the mindset of making the best out of the situation since I was already there, I found a corner table for us to sit.

However, I’m not sure if I was hallucinating, but I felt that someone kept looking in my direction…

QAQ In any case, I’m considered a public figure. Couldn’t this guy just save me some face and treat me to a meal at a high-end restaurant?

If he really couldn’t help it, he could have just cooked me some instant noodles at home, why must he bring me to eat at McDonalds where the food isn’t healthy at all ! OTZ

But speaking of it, the pie at McDonald’s is super yummy (～￣▽￣)～ It’s the kind of yummy where I still crave for it even when I know it is not healthy~

Entry 4

X year, 4 January

Weather: Sunny

I used to believe that people could only get hangovers from drinking but now I know that one can also get a hangover due to motion sickness.

After sitting in that sand sculpture’s car last night, my head was dizzy until this morning and I constantly felt like vomiting.

In such a state of mind, the more I looked at the “masterpiece” on my wall, the more it burned my eyes.

I truly couldn’t understand how this guy had managed to draw such an ugly drawing.

No matter how one puts it, this guy still completed nine years of compulsory education, don’t tell me he had never attended a single art class?! Why did his performance make it seem like he has never gone to any aesthetics classes?!

I suddenly felt glad that he used black and blue ink to create this ‘masterpiece’. If he had used red ink, I reckon the cleaning lady would immediately call the police upon entering my house, thinking that a murder had occurred and my house was the crime scene… And the nonsensical scribbles left on my wall could be the death message left by the victim (me) before dying…

Upon imagining this, I couldn’t help but find a marker pen and wrote the three words

Wu Yun Fei beside the ‘masterpiece’, before adding a large arrowhead.

I want everyone to know that it was this sand sculpture who ruined my wall!

thanks for reading everyone!