Chapter 295._Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth

Chapter 295.

 Chapter 295. A Wild Road Terrorist Appeared.

 My first year of high school hade to a close. It had definitely been an eventful year for me. I was currently heading home after convocation for the graduating third year students.

 Haha. Man, it was definitely unexpected. I’d beenining about how unmemorable convocation typically was, but with what happened I’d definitely remember it.

 But now that all of that was over, I had plenty of free time. Rather than two months off for summer, we had four since our high school followed the university’s fall and winter semester schedules. The extra month per semester normal high schools had really wasn’t required to finish teaching the course material.

 During the extra time we had, students who were old enough had a chance to find a job and gain valuable work experience. It also allowed students who nned to go to university in the future to save money for tuition.

 If you weren’t old enough to work yet in your first year, you were tough out of luck and had to wait for the following year. That, or you could take a few two month-long courses the school offered in the meantime. Though the school called them summer courses out of convenience, they were taught in spring.

 They were good for students who’d failed any mandatory courses and needed to make up by retaking them. Some students took advantage of them to get ahead though. The sses were typically small as there weren’t very many students who took them.

 Aside from the few students who worked or took summer courses, there was a significantlyrger proportion of students who were quitezy andcent. They chose to ck off and enjoy their youth instead of making efficient use of their time.

 I was never the type to be among the group who took to enjoying that thing called youth, however… things had definitely changed.

 I wasn’t anywhere near as bad as them doing absolutely nothing all day everyday. But when I didn’t have to work my part-time job, I was cking off and enjoying myself at home or driving around the city to take in the scenery.

 But driving?

 Did I mean I was being driven around the city by someone else?

 Perhaps on a bus?

 No.

 By Irene?

 Also no.

 What about Rosa and Alicia?

 The answer to that was still no.

 I was the one driving.

 I’d turned sixteen toward the end of March and gotten my license.

 But forget about that for the time being.

 Right now, I was still in a bit of a daze on my way home.

 I was in the centerne of a threene highway on the way home, and out of nowhere, a loud powerful rumble of an engine came from my rear. An image popped into my head as soon as I heard it.

 When I checked my mirror, my eyes gradually shrank as I witnessed something scary.

 A girl with her hair fluttering about wildly in the distance.

 She was on an intimidating jet-ck motorcycle.

 She was a small spot in the distance for but a brief moment. In only a few seconds, the reflection of her in the mirror had rapidly increased in size. I gulped nervously when I checked my speedometer and confirmed my current speed.

 The speed limit, one hundred kilometers per hour. That was the number the needle pointed toward.

 I gulped as I went to check my mirror again. Gone. She was gone. Had it been an illusion? A devilish phantom haunting me from the past?

 That thoughtsted a short second as my ears recognized the rumble of the engine to my right.

 I looked over and as if time had momentarily frozen in ce, my eyesnded on her left leg. She had jeans on, but the left leg of her jeans was torn off and her bare skin was on full disy.

 I couldn’t make out her facial features with her helmet on at this angle. Even if I could see her from the front, the visor was too dark to see behind it.

 However, I still recognized her.

 The ck leather jacket and jeans with the missing left leg. They were trademark clothing I’d associated with a particr girl I’d only met once before this.

 She didn’t seem to recognize me when she passed by in the rightne to my side. With the insane speed she was moving, she was too focused on the road to care about a random person like me.

 Her motorcycle whizzed by and brought along with it a strong gust of wind that actually shook my vehicle. The air left behind in her wake felt abnormally hot. The road felt as though it trembled from her presence alone.

 She was what I liked to call… a road terrorist.

 With how quickly she caught up and passed me, I estimated her speed was about three to four times my own.

 There was no way I could catch her. No, there was no one in this city who could catch her if she didn’t want to be caught on that monstrous motorcycle I’d heard about from her. Not even the cops. They stood zero chance.

 What about a helicopter? Yeah right. The fastest their helicopter went was 250 kilometers per hour. This crazy chick’s maximum speed on the highway was over a hundred kilometers faster than their top speed flying. She was a menace the police had no doubt given up on catching.

 It was a ‘no face, no case’ sort of situation with her. From what I knew, the te on it was a fake one that didn’t link back to anyone as well. If they couldn’t catch her, they couldn’t prove anything. The police were helpless.

 They were at the point where they were just waiting for her to get in an ident and die. It just wasn’t worth it trying to catch her.

 She wasn’t some lone wolf either which made catching her very difficult.

 Now, just how did I meet such a crazy speedster? Well, I’d have to go a bit back in time to the events that transpired on my birthday a little over a month ago, only two days after the little karaoke meetup event.

 Yes, my chance encounter with this lunatic with a death wish was on that very day.

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