The three trash-bag–hooded 'criminals' flipped over the school wall. After entering a narrow alley on the other side, they finally pulled off their hoods.
"Damn—when I saw Old Demon Yan chasing us while holding up his pants, I almost burst out laughing. That was way too exhilarating!" Jiang Hai's face was flushed with excitement as he took off his hood.
"Pure bliss! Normally I'm the one getting chalk thrown at me by teachers. Today, the tables turned—throwing chalk at the head teacher felt amazing." Yuan Huihong removed his hood as well, still gripping a few chalk sticks in his palm, clearly reliving the moment.
"Hey… do you think Old Demon Yan will spread this around?" Jiang Hai asked worriedly.
"Spread it? Then everyone would get to see his heroic pose of chasing people while holding up his pants. How's he supposed to keep his reputation after that?" Lu Yang curled his lips as he tossed the trash bag aside.
For a head teacher like Old Demon Yan, who intimidated students for a living, he wasn't afraid of students hating him—he was afraid of students not fearing him.
The keys weren't lost. If Old Demon Yan really dared to publicize this and the surveillance footage got pulled, he'd instantly become a joke.
By then, the nickname 'Old Demon Yan' would probably turn into 'Yan Underpants' within a day.
"That's true… but why did you even want his keys?" Jiang Hai looked at the ink stamp box in Lu Yang's hand.
"You'll find out in a few days." Lu Yang waved the ink box casually.
...
Early the next morning at Congao High School, the first thing Lu Yang did was head straight for the rooftop. He pulled out the key he'd painstakingly modified and jammed it firmly into the lock.
Click.
Hearing the crisp unlocking sound, Lu Yang pushed the door open full of anticipation.
The moment he stepped onto the rooftop and took in the surroundings, his expression instantly fell.
There were railings on the rooftop—but without exception, all of them were right at the edge of the building.
Lu Yang walked a few steps forward to the edge and ran his hand along the stainless-steel railing. The handrail was rounded, and beyond it was a drop of more than ten meters to the ground.
The mission requirement was simple: Walk 100 meters along this railing.
If he slipped even slightly, he'd be treating the whole village to dinner.
No way. Going straight onto the rail now would be straight-up suicide.
Knowing his limits, Lu Yang understood clearly that he couldn't do this yet. He needed targeted balance training before attempting it.
He had about seven or eight days left on his life countdown. Not short, not long—but enough to squeeze out quite a bit of specialized training if done right.
After finishing his inspection, Lu Yang went back downstairs to the classroom.
"Why are you always running upstairs lately? Ye Kener's classroom is downstairs, isn't it?" Seeing Lu Yang return, his deskmate Xue Suibai adjusted his black-framed glasses.
"Who's Ye Kener? Don't know her." Lu Yang waved his hand casually.
Of course, Xue Suibai thought the indifference was mostly forced.
"Did you see Old Demon Yan today? Anything different about him?" Lu Yang asked curiously.
"I saw him. Came out of the parking lot, same as always—like everyone owes him money." Xue Suibai frowned slightly, feeling that Lu Yang had been unusually interested in Old Demon Yan lately.
"Oh." Lu Yang nodded.
Seems like things matched his expectations. Old Demon Yan had no intention of exposing the incident, which was actually good news for Lu Yang.
All morning, Lu Yang barely listened to class. His mind was completely occupied with balance training plans.
It wasn't until the afternoon that he noticed the entire classroom clustered together, animatedly discussing something and repeatedly pulling out their phones to show videos.
"Holy crap, this guy is insane!"
"Did you see the comments? Someone said that mountain in the video is Longjing Mountain in Wulin City!"
"What?! I've been there!"
"Unbelievable—this is truly a wheelchair racing god. I have to befriend him. If I do, I'm guaranteed to make it big!"
The classroom buzzed with excitement.
Lu Yang was completely confused and turned to Xue Suibai beside him.
"What are they talking about?"
"You don't browse N-Station usually, do you? The #10 trending video—it's about a teenager in a wheelchair racing down Longjing Mountain. It's ridiculously intense. Just watching it almost scared me to death. Too bad you can't see his face clearly, though his blurry side profile looks pretty handsome."
Xue Suibai took out his phone and handed it to Lu Yang.
Lu Yang took the phone. The moment he saw the thumbnail on the Top 10 page, he knew—it was him.
The thumbnail showed his back, seated in a wheelchair, carving through a turn.
The title was even more eye-catching:
"Even Akina Mountain's Fujiwara Takumi Would Cry!"
After opening the video and watching it once, Lu Yang immediately confirmed it had been filmed by the red-clad rider from before.
That said—objectively speaking, the video was shot pretty well. Even he felt like rewatching it a few times.
Scrolling down, Lu Yang was surprised to find over a thousand comments and started reading them with interest.
"Drifting like a god, drifting with pride—today I'm reporting directly to King Yama."
"That day on Longjing Mountain, I lost to a wheelchair. He took corners by crushing them with the wheelchair. I didn't see his face…"
"High-speed cornering… in a wheelchair… I can only say—I kneel."
"Why are you spacing out upstairs? Grab some food!"
"A wheelchair… on the mountain!"
"This is insane. Both legs are still bandaged—the speed and thrill were actually filmed too conservatively!"
"Fujiwara Takumi angrily exits the video."
"Really want a sequel ~~"
"Not a driver anymore, now a wheelchair boss ~"
"..."
The comment section made Lu Yang laugh nonstop.
"Alright, alright, why are you watching so seriously? It has nothing to do with you anyway." Xue Suibai took the phone back and stuffed it into her pocket.
Lu Yang smiled faintly and didn't argue.
He just found it fun—nothing more.
...
Elsewhere.
Sitting in front of his computer, Lu Jing stared blankly at N-Station's trending leaderboard.
He was the red-clad rider who had filmed the video.
He never could've imagined that a video from his channel—one that had never broken five digits in views—would skyrocket to the top with 'Even Akina Mountain's Fujiwara Takumi Would Cry!'
The view count had directly surged into the millions—and was still exploding at a terrifying rate.
This… this was his video?
Lu Jing sat there grinning foolishly.
Though he always claimed he made videos just to record life, as a creator, how could he not want to go viral?
And now—he had gone viral.
Or rather…
The Wheelchair God of Racing had gone viral.
After calming down a little, Lu Jing dialed a number.
On the other end was the yellow-clad rider who had ridden with him before.
"Hello?! Holy crap, Brother Lu—you've blown up!"
"Hey, Cadong, cut it out. I've got something to tell you."
"Go on."
"I want to go back to Longjing Mountain and find that wheelchair racing god."
Lu Jing was very clear about one thing:
It wasn't him who had gone viral—It was the Wheelchair God of Racing.