Thanks to his prior experience crashing a wheelchair into tea bushes, Lu Yang had much more practice this time.
Before plunging into the tea shrubs, he had already squeezed the brakes, reducing his speed to under forty kilometers per hour.
Combined with the cushioning effect of the tea bushes, his speed quickly dropped.
Even so, Lu Yang still felt dizzy for a moment. After steadying himself, he spat out a few tea leaves.
He reached out to feel his joints and bones, moved around a bit, and after confirming nothing was broken, he cursed under his breath and walked back toward the road.
At that moment, a black Mercedes was parked on the roadside with its hazard lights on.
A male driver was pacing back and forth beside it, glancing around nervously.
Earlier, he had overtaken blindly on a corner with zero visibility, forcing a bicycle on the opposite lane off the road. The bike had plunged straight into the tea bushes and vanished without a trace.
He had no idea how the rider was doing.
If something had happened to that cyclist… then he'd be in serious trouble.
Just as the driver was anxiously pacing, a figure emerged from the tea bushes.
Lu Yang was still wearing a mask, but his school uniform jacket had been torn off by branches. His arms were scraped raw, blood staining his skin—it looked terrifying.
"What the hell is wrong with your driving?!" Lu Yang stormed over angrily.
The driver froze when he saw Lu Yang's bloodied arms, then immediately began apologizing.
"I'm sorry—really, I'm so sorry!"
"What are you apologizing for?" Lu Yang snapped. "You overtook against traffic on a blind corner!"
Lu Yang absolutely loathed drivers like this and had already decided not to let him off easily.
"I'm really sorry," the driver said urgently. "I'll cover your medical expenses. Do you think this is enough?"
As he spoke, he pulled out his wallet and handed over a thick stack of bills.
With years of experience, Lu Yang could tell at a glance—it was about 2,000 yuan, give or take a couple hundred.
Lu Yang knew he had a healing mission. These injuries didn't require a hospital visit at all—once he completed the healing mission, his body would recover on its own.
Which meant—
This money was basically free.
"I'm telling you, overtaking on blind corners like that will get people killed. You know that?" Lu Yang accepted the money casually, still scolding him, though most of his anger had already dissipated.
"Yes, yes, you're right. I really wasn't paying attention," the driver nodded repeatedly. "Here—take this too. Buy something nourishing. Think of it as my apology."
He pulled out another smaller stack of bills and handed it over.
Lu Yang glanced down—about 1,000 yuan.
"Well, I do need to recuperate," Lu Yang said calmly. "After all, I'm still a minor. Don't do this again."
He accepted the money without hesitation.
"What?! You're a minor?" The driver panicked even more ."Then didn't I delay your studies? I'm really sorry—here, take more. Maybe you can hire a tutor or something. Don't hold back."
Because Lu Yang was wearing a mask, the driver hadn't known his age until now. Feeling even guiltier, he pulled out another 1,000 yuan.
Even Lu Yang was surprised this time.
So… what else could he say?
"Thank you for caring about the youth of our great nation!"
Lu Yang politely declined the driver's offer to take him to the hospital, helped him close the Mercedes door, and watched as the black car disappeared around the next intersection.
Honestly—
A stack of four thousand yuan really could wash away all worries.
He stuffed the cash into his pocket, returned to the tea bushes, and dragged the public bike back out. To his surprise, the bike was incredibly sturdy—no real damage at all.
Although he had a few scrapes, they were all superficial.
Still, bleeding like this probably wasn't ideal for continuing the mission.
Since there was plenty of time left, Lu Yang decided not to force it tonight and rode the public bike back home.
...
Early the next morning.
Sleeping on a pillow that secretly hid four thousand yuan felt amazing—Lu Yang could say that with confidence.
After a night of thinking, he realized something:
This was a business opportunity.
Whenever he rode downhill, he inevitably encountered rule-breaking drivers. Getting injured and demanding compensation was completely justified.
And yet—
He didn't actually need to go to the hospital. The healing mission could restore his body.
Which meant every accident was pure profit.
Thinking this, Lu Yang nearly wanted to grab a bike immediately and go meet more reckless drivers.
But still, as a student, he had to go to school.
Not because he didn't want to skip class—but because as a big brother, skipping school would set a terrible example for Lu Qiangqian.
After getting up, Lu Yang bought breakfast and returned to the shop. Qiangqian was already awake.
At her age, her face was full of collagen, flawless without makeup—soft enough to seem like it'd break if you blew on it.
Still half-asleep, Qiangqian grabbed a fried dough stick and stuffed it into her mouth without chewing.
About three minutes later, her eyes finally opened properly—and she noticed the bandages on Lu Yang's arm.
"What happened to you?" She wrinkled her snow-white nose.
"Ah, I went out exercising last night and accidentally got a little hurt," Lu Yang replied casually.
"Again? Can you take better care of your body?" She dropped the dough stick and leaned in to inspect him. "Why so many bandages?"
"Hey, I wrapped extra. It's really just a minor scrape," Lu Yang waved it off and stuffed the dough stick back into her mouth.
"Hurry up and eat. You'll be late otherwise."
Seeing he didn't make a big deal out of it, Qiangqian didn't press further and continued breakfast.
After entering Congao High School, Lu Yang immediately felt something was different.
Students kept stopping to look at him, whispering to one another. He'd clearly become a focal point.
That was inevitable.
At Congao High, Teacher Yan—Old Devil Yan— had a reputation that struck fear into students' hearts.
No matter how rebellious a student was, no one ever came out on top against him.
Except Lu Yang.
The school broadcast's clarification and student gossip had turned Lu Yang's rooftop incident into a mystery, wrapped in legend.
Lu Yang didn't care much. He reached his seat, yawned, and caught up on sleep.
Meanwhile, the chatter around him was nonstop.
"Hey, did you see the new video?"
"Yeah! Again at Longjing Mountain—what kind of sacred land is that place?"
"So insane. First the wheelchair god, now someone bombing downhill on a public bike."
"I was there last night! I saw that public bike with my own eyes!"
Lu Yang's deskmate, Xue Suibai, spoke up once—
And instantly became the center of attention for the entire class.