Last night, Lu Yang had completed a life mission. He understood that it was meant to extend his lifespan—but the details were still unclear.
Two big words now flashed in front of him:
[ Healing Mission ]
Lu Yang focused all his attention, and the text shifted slightly before his eyes.
[ The host must operate a non-powered, two-wheeled vehicle on Longjing Mountain and reach a speed of 40 km/h ]
[ Mission Reward: Cure all current ailments of the host ]
Bang!
Lu Yang slapped his thighs in excitement. If it weren't for both legs being broken, he probably would have jumped in place.
This healing mission… couldn't have come at a better time!
Right now, all he could think about was getting his leg fixed!
After a brief surge of excitement, Lu Yang studied the mission requirements and frowned.
40 km/h.
Compared to the 30 km/h required last time, it was only 10 km/h faster—but those extra ten kilometers felt like a mountain.
Longjing Mountain's road crossed the summit, with two possible ways down. Last night, he had gone down the slope in a straight stretch, reaching 30 km/h only at the very end.
He couldn't hope to reach 40 km/h using the same path—he would have to take the side road.
A bike might have allowed him to take the curve, but with both legs broken… riding a bike would be self-torture.
The only option? A wheelchair.
Easier said than done. Could a wheelchair handle the curve? Unless he slowed down dramatically before turning, but doing that would make it impossible to reach 40 km/h.
Lu Yang rubbed his chin, deep in thought. Some calculations were working in his head, but he would need to scout the road in person to know if it was feasible.
Last night, injured and distracted by the lights, he hadn't paid attention to the side road.
Now, he had to check it.
Looking down at his bandaged legs, he grimaced.
No way could he just throw himself down the road on the wheelchair without some preparation. One wrong move, and he'd break a third leg.
He needed a plan.
Glancing out the window, he spotted a chubby high-schooler in a uniform.
He vaguely recognized him. This kid, Liu Wei, lived somewhere on the mountain and went to the same high school as him—Congao High.
They weren't exactly friends, but familiar enough. Lu Yang ran the convenience store; he recognized people from nearby.
"Liu Wei! Liu Wei!"
Hearing his name, Liu Wei turned to see the convenience store window.
"You calling me?"
Liu Wei looked uncertain—he didn't really know the store owner that well.
"Yeah, sorry to bother you." Lu Yang waved with a smile.
"What's up?"
"Are you skipping school today?"
Liu Wei poked his face with a finger, expression neutral.
"Going to the internet café?"
Lu Yang snorted lightly.
"How did you know?" Liu Wei's eyes widened in surprise.
This guy could read minds?
"You've got your mouse out," Lu Yang pointed at the mouse peeking from Liu Wei's pocket.
"Oh… yeah, I really like using my mouse." Liu Wei shoved it back in, his scared expression gone.
"Listen, I need a favor. Can you carry me down part of the mountain? My legs are… broken." He pointed to his bandaged legs.
"No problem."
Seeing the state of Lu Yang's legs, Liu Wei agreed immediately without a second thought.
Lu Yang was slightly surprised. He'd even considered giving Liu Wei some internet café credit as payment, but apparently, no reward was needed.
Some people just see tragedy and have to help.
With Lu Yang on his back, Liu Wei started moving down the mountain toward the first side road.
"Okay, stop here," Lu Yang said, tapping Liu Wei's shoulder.
Liu Wei stopped, panting. Normally sedentary, he found it far from easy to carry Lu Yang down the mountain, relying entirely on his own strength.
From Lu Yang's perspective, the curve was clear. Not sharp enough to lose speed—excellent. Too sharp, and hitting 40 km/h would be impossible.
Lu Yang's eyes moved from the curvy side road to the straight path ahead. The first straight section wasn't too long, but the second side road had a tight 60-degree bend—almost impossible to take with broken legs on a bike or wheelchair.
Now, he had to be precise.
The plan: accelerate down the first straight, hold maximum speed into the side road, hit the second straight for another boost, then hit the final curve at top speed to reach 40 km/h.
The straightaways were easy—gravity would do the work. He only had to crouch to reduce wind resistance.
The critical point: maintaining high speed through the curves.
From his previous life, Lu Yang had the phrase 'press into the curve' in mind.
Pressing into a curve—simple concept: lean the body, use the vehicle's momentum, minimize braking, and maintain speed through the bend.
Good curves: fast and safe.
Bad curves: deadly.
Lu Yang assessed the situation and concluded: with proper lean, he could reach 40 km/h.
The theory worked—just a little risky.
Leaning required shifting his body weight precisely. Bikes and motorcycles could manage this easily—but could a wheelchair?
He smiled, patted Liu Wei on the shoulder.
"Let's go. Carry me."
"Better hurry, or my legs are going to go soft from waiting," Liu Wei said.
Lu Yang exhaled, grateful. They rushed back to the convenience store to prep the wheelchair.
After searching the storage room, he found a toolbox.
He dusted it off and opened it, eyebrows furrowing.
Inside was everything he needed: blades, pliers, drills, hammers, even a multimeter and electric drill.
Good.
He dragged the wheelchair onto the workbench, positioned it carefully, and rolled up his sleeves.
Time to upgrade this wheelchair.