Give Me Another Smile

was on the receiving end of Yin Zhao-an's techniques.
However, now that he got to see her in action from a spectator's perspective in broad daylight, he had to admit that Yin Zhao-an was an incredible fighter.

Patting the seat of his motorcycle, the blond young man fawningly smiled at Yin Zhao-an and said, “Big Bro, please take a seat!”

Yin Zhao-an took the keys from the blond young man's hand and swung one leg over the motorcycle, easily getting onto the vehicle.
Although the delinquents here looked low quality, she had to admit that the blond delinquent owned a good bike.
This could be seen just by how smoothly the bike's body flowed.

Yin Zhao-an had never ridden a motorized vehicle before, not even the small electric bike her mother typically used to go to the market.
But she did know how to ride a bicycle.
After all, she used to be the military compound's child king.
It was a piece of cake for her to “borrow” someone's bicycle.

Upon seeing Yin Zhao-an get on the bike, the four delinquents who had just received a beating promptly fled out of the field.
They were well aware of how scary and dangerous an amateur motorcyclist could be.
It was especially so if the person was a complete amateur.

“Insert the key and turn on the ignition first, Big Bro,” the blond delinquent said.

Yin Zhao-an did as told and subconsciously proceeded to twist the throttle, only to receive no response from the motorcycle.

Seeing Yin Zhao-an's confusion, the blond delinquent explained, “You have to hold the clutch tight before starting the bike.
Then, slowly release the clutch once the bike starts to move forward.
After that, turn the throttle a little, but not too much.”

After holding down the clutch with her left hand, Yin Zhao-an began to rotate the throttle with her right hand.
Immediately, the bike's engine began to operate, emitting a “boom” sound.
Upon hearing this sound, joy appeared in Yin Zhao-an's eyes.

Meanwhile, the blond delinquent gradually stepped away from the bike.
Then, in a louder voice, he said, “Big Bro, slowly release the clutch and don't add too much throttle.
Otherwise, you're going to fly.”

Yin Zhao-an did as told, and the motorcycle started to move forward at a snail's pace.

The blond delinquent sighed in relief when he saw this.
He had originally been worried for his bike since most people would lose control over their bikes and zoom forward on their first try.
Fortunately, he didn't have to see his precious bike getting subjected to a crash.

Yin Zhao-an was deserving of her status as a top student.
Although she started slow, not once did she lose control of the motorcycle during her practice.
She also quickly got the hang of manipulating the throttle.
Of course, it also helped that she already knew how to ride a bicycle.
Once she got used to the motorcycle's weight, balancing it was not a problem.

Yin Zhao-an enjoyed the cool wind brushing against her face, a bright glow appearing in her eyes as her hair fluttered in the wind.

When Yin Zhao-an was about to turn a corner, she reduced her speed and turned the vehicle around while using her foot as a pivot.
Then, she drove back and stopped in front of the blond delinquent.

The blond delinquent saw what Yin Zhao-an did during the U-turn, so he gave her a thumbs-up and complimented, “As expected of you, Big Bro! Even the way you ride a bike looks cool!”

Yin Zhao-an ignored the blond delinquent's flattery.
Instead, while caressing the bike's metallic body, she asked, “This bike looks great.
How much did it cost?”

The blond delinquent grew even more spirited at the mention of price.
Tilting his head up proudly, he said, “This thing cost me nearly 30,000 yuan!” (~4.2k USD)

Ho? That is quite expensive.

“You're not the only one who paid for it, right?” Yin Zhao-an added.