This wasn't unfamiliar to Lu Yang. In his previous life, he had even built a motorcycle helmet himself, and he'd messed around with his bike plenty of times.
Compared to a motorcycle, the structure of this wheelchair was much simpler.
The entire frame was made of aluminum alloy and was foldable. For everyday use, being able to fold it was convenient—but for someone like Lu Yang, who was aiming for an extreme-performance wheelchair, that folding mechanism was a serious problem.
He got to work, first using a household gas soldering torch to weld the entire aluminum frame solid.
After setting the torch aside, he began dismantling the support structure beneath the seat of the wheelchair.
This support was meant to make the frame more stable, but with it in place, the two wheels simply couldn't tilt freely.
Destroy it!
After removing the two wheels with a screwdriver, Lu Yang began installing a few components. The effect he wanted was simple: allow both wheels to lean.
Under normal circumstances, he would also need a steering mechanism, but in reality, he didn't. The curves on this road weren't too sharp—he could rely on shifting his center of gravity to achieve the same result.
After two hours of tinkering, Lu Yang finally finished the modifications.
Looking at the wheelchair in front of him—once vaguely humanoid in shape, now transformed into something with a heavy industrial vibe—he sniffed with satisfaction.
That new-vehicle smell.
Time to hit the road!
Two cyclists dressed in riding gear were pedaling uphill toward Longjing Mountain.
"Almost at the summit," said the rider in red, lifting his head to look toward the peak.
"Brother Lu, what kind of hellish road is this? I'm exhausted! Why did you bring me here?" complained the rider in yellow, panting heavily, his riding suit unable to hide his bulging belly.
"Hey, didn't we take the wrong road? Otherwise I wouldn't have dragged you to this godforsaken place. We'll be going downhill soon," the red-clad rider said, trying to comfort him.
Climbing was indeed painful—but descending was pure bliss.
"Downhill? I can't wait!" The yellow-clad rider excitedly twisted his hips, completely shedding his earlier defeated posture.
Uphill, I crawl in humility.
Downhill, I strike with heavy fists!
After reaching the mountaintop, while catching their breath, the two saw a strange sight.
A teenage boy was sitting alone in a wheelchair, right in the middle of the mountain road.
"Hey, little brother, you should be careful. If the wheels slip, you'll roll right down," the red-clad rider warned kindly.
"It's fine," Lu Yang replied with a smile.
"Finally downhill. I can't wait to show off my cornering skills," said the yellow-clad rider, twisting his waist again, the fat on his belly wobbling under tight clothing.
"Oh please, like I don't know your 'skills,'" the red-clad rider teased his friend of many years.
"Tch, what do you know? Follow behind me later and film my heroic downhill run," the yellow rider said dismissively, his voice full of confidence.
"Fine, I'll record your legendary belly wobble cosplay," the red rider laughed, generously agreeing and turning on his action camera.
"Charge!"
With a long shout, the yellow-clad rider took off first, charging downhill with the bravery of a warrior riding ahead alone.
Seeing this, the red rider quickly pushed off and followed.
Lu Yang watched their backs, planning to wait until they passed before heading downhill himself.
But at that moment, a sudden mountain gust swept through—violent and scorching.
Under the force of the wind, the wheelchair immediately began rolling downhill. By the time Lu Yang thought to brake, it was already too late.
If he brake now, no one would be able to push him back up the mountain.
After a brief moment of panic, Lu Yang quickly steadied his mind.
He only had one chance.
What he needed to do was focus completely and seize it.
Without further hesitation, he leaned forward, gripping the handrails tightly.
The modified wheelchair shot downhill. Lu Yang fixed his gaze on the curve ahead—and the backs of the two cyclists.
Their bikes were faster downhill than him. Under normal circumstances, they shouldn't interfere with each other—after all, he couldn't catch up to them.
Entering the curve.
The yellow-clad rider let out another long shout.
"Watch closely—I'm leaning in!"
He entered the curve, tilting his entire bike toward the inside, his inner knee extended, forming roughly an 80-degree angle with the ground.
Seeing his speed through the curve, the red rider was a little surprised.
Turns out his buddy really had practiced in secret. The lean looked decent—just not very fast.
He leaned in and followed.
As a seasoned cyclist, his lean angle was even more aggressive—about 70 degrees from the ground.
His bike accelerated, drawing closer and closer to the yellow rider.
As expected, I'm still better.
The red rider smiled confidently, feeling pretty good about his skills.
But then—he suddenly heard the rapid whirring of wheels behind him.
What the hell?
There hadn't been any other cyclists just now.
He glanced back with the corner of his eye.
That one look nearly scared him into jerking the bike straight into the roadside tea bushes.
Holy shit!
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
A wheelchair was leaning through the curve!
And sitting in it was that bandaged-legged teenager from the mountaintop, his expression calm as still water.
Absolutely insane!
Lu Yang had no idea how shocked the red rider was. Right now, his entire focus was on the road ahead and the wheelchair beneath him.
After lightly tapping the brakes a few times, he released them completely, placing both hands on the rails and leaning his body.
As his center of gravity shifted, the wheelchair smoothly turned into the curve.
Thanks to his modifications, both wheels tilted along with the turn.
At first, the wheelchair wobbled slightly. Lu Yang didn't panic—instead, he calmly adjusted his balance.
Very quickly, the wheelchair stabilized, maintaining high speed through the curve.
After the initial shock, the red rider forced himself to focus on leaning.
After all, cornering was dangerous. He wasn't skilled enough to lean and casually look back at the same time.
But soon, his mental defenses completely collapsed.
Because he didn't need to look back at all.
That wheelchair was right beside him.
Wheelchair and bicycle—side by side!
The red rider hurriedly glanced down at his speedometer and swallowed hard.
30 km/h!
On a straight road, that wasn't fast—but this was a curve!
And the most outrageous part was that this speed was being achieved… by a wheelchair!
Wait—no!
The red rider quickly realized he was wrong.
That wheelchair wasn't going 30 km/h.
It was going faster.
The wheelchair had already overtaken him…
He stared blankly as the wheelchair leaned through the curve and passed him, plunging into deep self-doubt.
'Am I not cut out for cycling?'
'Do I lack talent for this?'
'Sob…If I'd known this would happen, I never would've gone riding today.'