sjar Chapter 21: Apologize or Die
Chapter 21: Apologize or Die
The man had dark green hair, a handsome face, and an untied tie that gave him a slightly roguish look. He was quite well-built, tall and slender, and the brands of his clothes suggested he came from a wealthy family.
"Don't you have eyes? You bumped into me!" The man was very close to Ning Yao, and the smell of alcohol on his breath was particularly strong, making her feel uncomfortable.
Ning Yao took two steps back, trying to distance herself from the man, but he relentlessly pressed forward to entangle her.
"Young Master Mo, have you had too much to drink?" Seeing that Ning Yao was about to suffer a loss, Yang Dongcha quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.
The man with green hair is Mo Fei'ao, the young master of the Mo family, one of the five great families in the capital. He is arrogant and unruly, and he is used to doing things his own way. Whenever he gets drunk and causes trouble, people avoid him and run away, for fear of getting into trouble.
Those around Ning Yao were holding their breath in suspense; she was so unlucky to run into a playboy like Mo Fei'ao.
"We're all here to have fun. The fact that we've come to the top floor of the club shows that we know the rules. Miss Yang, why don't you stop meddling in other people's business?"
Mo Fei'ao refuted Yang Dongcha's words without any politeness, and looked at Ning Yao in front of him provocatively.
"I told you to apologize and lick the red wine off my clothes, did you hear me?"
Ning Yao was momentarily annoyed by Mo Fei'ao's arrogance, but the anger quickly dissipated. She couldn't cause trouble in her best friend Yang Dongcha's place and embarrass her.
“Since you say that everyone who comes to play should know the rules, then let’s do it according to the rules. The competition will have a winner and a loser, and the loser will apologize to the other party, how about that?” Ning Yao smiled, even though she was a few centimeters shorter than Mo Fei’ao, she did not appear to be at a disadvantage at all.
Before Mo Fei'ao could swear, Ning Yao cut him off.
"Oh dear, you wouldn't be too scared to compete with me, would you?" She covered her mouth and chuckled, revealing a hint of slyness, which happened to catch Wen Tingye's eye.
"Your little girlfriend is quite interesting," Lian Qiran said, looking like he was enjoying the show.
"Do you think I wouldn't dare? Let's compare electric speeds." Mo Fei'ao sneered, clearly not taking Ning Yao seriously.
What kind of ability could such a thin woman have? She's just good at talking. She bullied Jiang Yuan. I originally just wanted to teach her a small lesson, but since she didn't want to cherish the opportunity, I'll just give her what she wants.
"Electric Slide?" Ning Yao raised an eyebrow and looked at her best friend, signaling her to explain how the competition worked.
"The club has a water-based electric skateboarding event. The competition takes place in a 100-meter pool. Starting from the south, the skateboards are powered up to their maximum speed of 40 miles per hour and race north. Whoever gets closest to the edge of the baseline wins."
The rooftop pool is open-air, with a 35-story building right outside the glass pool edge. If you rush straight in and can't stop your skateboard, you'll fly out of the pool, fall off the building, and be smashed to pieces on the spot.
This is a project specially designed by the club for the playboys in the circle, a thrilling and dangerous game of life and death.
After Yang Dongcha finished explaining, she glanced guiltily at Ning Yao, knowing that Ning Yao disliked this kind of pointless competition that treated human life so lightly.
But the spoiled rich kids in high society love to do this: racing cars, skydiving, all sorts of extreme sports.
She's in business, so of course you have to cater to her preferences; otherwise, how could she have such a stable and ever-increasing annual income?
When Mo Fei'ao suggested playing with the electric sled, the people around him started shouting and jeering.
"Yaoyao, you don't need to compete with him in this kind of thing, I'll do it." After hearing Yang Dongcha's explanation, Chen Xuezong's expression turned unpleasant, and he stepped forward to dissuade Ning Yao.
Ning Yao remained silent, staring intently at the azure surface of the pool, as if carefully considering the other party's suggestion.
"Yaoyao, this is no joke. We have to sign a life-or-death agreement before the competition." Yang Dongcha stepped forward. Although she was the heiress of the Yang family, she couldn't afford to offend the five major families. But she couldn't just watch her best friend die.
If something really happens, she will feel guilty for the rest of her life.
Ning Yao glanced silently at Yang Dongcha, her annoyance making no attempt to hide it.
Ha, so Yang Dongcha knew this wasn't a joke?
They actually held this kind of life-threatening competition behind her back, in the swimming pool club she designed herself.
"Don't dare to compete? Scared? That's simple. Kneel down and respectfully apologize to me, and this matter will be over."
Mo Fei'ao smugly loosened his already loose tie, his tone mocking.
"If I win, will you accept the loss and willingly kneel down to apologize to me?" Ning Yao asked.
"Of course, when has the young master of the Mo family ever reneges on a debt?" Mo Fei'ao patted his chest, showing no fear.
"Then let's get started, no more talk."
After saying that, Ning Yao didn't even look at Mo Fei'ao. She walked gracefully past Mo Fei'ao's shoulder, taking off her trench coat as she went, revealing her beautiful figure. Under everyone's gaze, she walked straight to the south side of the pool.
The competition officially began. Both sides signed a life-or-death agreement. The club staff took out two competition-grade electric slicks and handed them to Ning Yao and Mo Fei'ao respectively.
The drone started up, humming as it gradually rose from the staff's hands, projecting the footage onto a large screen next to the pool, providing full monitoring and broadcast of the competition.
"Hey, have you asked around? Who in the capital city dares to compete with Young Master Mo on a speedboat? I advise you to admit defeat now, or you might save your life."
Some people nearby couldn't stand it and shouted a few words.
Mo Fei'ao was incredibly arrogant on the side, clearly already considering himself the winner of the match.
Ning Yao gathered her long hair, which was cascading down her waist, into her palm and quickly tied it into a high ponytail with a hair tie. Then, she looked at Mo Fei'ao as if he were an idiot, with a confident and arrogant smile on her lips, as if she didn't take him seriously at all.
Mo Fei'ao was provoked by Ning Yao, so angry that his eyes bulged and were full of bloodshot veins. Several rich young men who had been bullied by Mo Fei'ao shrank back immediately, thinking that Ning Yao was really courting death, daring to provoke even Master Mo.
The two stood at their respective starting lines. The staff gave the order, and the starting gun was fired into the air. Ning Yao and Mo Fei'ao accelerated and rushed out almost simultaneously. Ning Yao had never played on an electric skateboard before. She had only listened to the staff's introduction to how to play the skateboard and was still in the adaptation period. Her body was a little unsteady, and she landed more than ten meters behind Mo Fei'ao.
Chen Xuezong and Yang Dongcha saw Ning Yao lean forward, looking as if she was about to fall, and they couldn't help but feel worried for her.
Chen Xuezong, in particular, clenched his fists tightly.
With 30 meters to go before the edge, Mo Fei'ao glanced ahead, predicting the distance to the baseline, and gradually slowed down.
Ning Yao accelerated across the pool surface on her electric skateboard, gradually mastering its use. With her mind focused, she saw that she was almost at the edge of the pool. Instead of slowing down, she accelerated.
The onlookers were terrified by what they saw. Was this woman trying to kill herself? She was already so close to the edge, and she was still accelerating. If she couldn't stop, she would fall off the building.
Wen Tingye, holding a wine glass, sat on a viewing sofa not far away. With a wide view, he could see the game clearly. He was so focused that he didn't even notice that his gaze hadn't left Ning Yao for a second.