Chapter 174: Garbage Truck
Chapter 174: Garbage Truck
Sean, a teenage boy addicted to the inte, snuck out to y games at an inte cafe against
night.
In his freshman year of high school, he became obsessed with a game called "Arena of Valor" and
even formed a team with some fun buddies called "Shit under the turret". As the founder of the
team, he rightfully became their captain. Two years had passed since then and he had grown from
a small Bronze yer to now being a prestigious 125-star yer. He excelled in ying jungle
position.
The inte-addicted teenager had his own idol, not one of those fair-skinned beauties in showbiz
or muscr football stars but rather an unknown legend in gaming named PeachThief.
In middle school, Sean stumbled upon an interview video featuring this talented yer and was
amazed by her skills so much that when he entered high school, he began idolizing PeachThief as
well.
She was best at ying jungle champions, so Sean started ying these types of champions too.
The Season 17 wasing to an end, and the second half of the year marked the start of the
annual professional yerpetition for the Season 18.
Sean''s team would participate in thispetition where next week was just preliminary selection at
school level.
As their captain, Sean naturally could not be absent so he spent all night practicing with his
teammates until dawn.
Mya was supposed to apany Nora for this national artpetition but she received ast-
minute invitation from her friends who wanted to go mountain climbing today.
It angered Mya that she was thest one being told.
To teach her friends a lesson, Mya let Sean escort Nora instead.
Coincidentally, Sean''s girlfriend, Mika, was receiving art training at a studio outside of school, a
studio run by Xzavier and his friends.
Today, they also brought their students to watch thepetition.
"I just woke up, why aren''t we there yet?" yawned Sean while checking messages on his phone
only realizing that Cheyenne topped trending news which instantly woke him up.
...
In the vi, Cheyenne had just got up.
Last night, that girl Kate had given her resources for a BL drama series, and in order to binge-watch
it, she had stayed up until around 2:00 AM.
While brushing her teeth this morning, she happened to notice that today''s date was circled on the
calendar.
She stood in front of the calendar, looking utterly perplexed, thinking for a while with her toothbrush
almost frozen in her mouth. She tilted her head, trying to remember what important thing was
supposed to happen today. Generally, anything circled in red meant it was her main task for the day.
Then Layne called her. "Cheyenne, hurry up ande to the City Cultural Center. Thepetition
starts in half an hour and participants need to be there fifteen minutes early. Where are you?"
"Whatpetition?" Cheyenne asked as she spat out toothpaste foam into the sink.
Layne nearly lost his temper on the other end of the line. "You forgot? The bet you made with Nora
at the beginning of this month... it starts today."
"I... I forgot," Cheyenne admitted.
With only half an hour left, even if she skipped makeup and changing clothes, it seemed like she
might not make it in time, because her car had been destroyed in a previous ident.
Should she just not go?
As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she heard a loud engine outside her door.
A sanitation truck was parked outside with its music ring loudly and continuously, breaking the
silence.
The driver rolled down his window and stuck out his gray-haired head wearing a yellow sanitation
cap - he actually looked kind of stylish!
"Cheyenne! Get in!" he shouted over the noise.
Cheyenne stared at him with mixed emotions written all over her face while Layne had no choice
but to take this ride since he didn''t have a car himself; calling for a taxi would waste precious
minutes during rush hour traffic anyway...
He even considered using that tractor he''d kept hidden away, but he couldn''t bear using it, so he
found a garbage truck instead! After all, there was not time left for him and this was the best vehicle
he could find for now.
Cheyenne covered her face with her hands as she got into the truck and fastened her seatbelt in
the passenger seat. As soon as the truck started, a loud noise came from behind.
Curious, she nced at the rear-view mirror and saw a middle-aged woman in a deep green floral
dress, her hair adorned with purple curlers. She was briskly chasing after the truck, carrying two
large bags of garbage in her hands.
"Hey, don''t leave yet! I still have garbage to throw away!" the woman shouted.
Layne listened and stepped on the gas pedal, driving out several dozen meters along the way. The
woman was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do with the trash bags in her hands...
On their way, there were people giving them way because of an unbearable stench.
"Cheyenne, you shouldn''t look down on garbage trucks like that. You should know that every job is
worthy of respect. Back then I even dug cow dung myself without gloves," Layne said.
"After you were born, I personally carried you out of your crib with my cow dung-covered hands," he
added.
Cheyenne blinked. Although what he said was right, it still made her feel ufortable.
"Grandpa, I didn''t say it''s bad. It''s just that you don''t have to emphasize carrying me with your dung-
covered hands. Especially don''t say it outside!" Cheyenne replied firmly.
Layne chuckled and nodded his head in agreement.
Thepetition was about to begin, and participants were arriving one after another. The 10-acre
cultural center was surprisingly crowded, with people filling every avable space.
Nora sat in the front row, smiling politely while sitting straight.
Behind her, several boys discreetly took out their phones and snapped pictures of her silhouette,
posting them on their social media with captions like: "Met the goddess Nora today, so my trip
wasn''t in vain!"
At this time there were spections about Cheyenne who had not yet appeared:
? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.
"Thepetition is about to start; From Nora''s confident appearance, I can tell she must be well-
prepared! Can''t wait!"
"That vicious woman Cheyenne seems like she hasn''t shown up yet; could it be that she''s scared?"
"I bet she won''t show up; if I lose, then I''ll live stream myself boiling leather belts!"