The Urban Dao Child. Chapter 17
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Yang Dao rode the bike to the Jade city national university smoothly. The bike performed just like her name. There was no sound as the bike moved forward. The 40 combination gear shift was very smooth and quick to respond whenever Yang Dao shifted the gear. The bike was a road bike. The handlebar was lower than the normal bikes. The grip was curved backward. The rider could use two positions. One, where the rider could hold the handle from the higher position, helping him when climbing the slopes. Second, when the rider needs to ride on flat roads at a high speed.
The bike pedals had special minor suction cups on the surface. It was designed this way so that the user does not have to use any special shoe in order to use the bike to its full capacity. The suction cups on the pedal surface did not hinder the performance of the rider at all. Once the rider presses brakes or the bike comes to a stop, the suction cups will deactivate. The suction intensity was directly proportional to the speed. The stronger the suction, the stronger the foothold. Yang Dao rode the bike smoothly. He felt as if he was flying. The bikes usually had a 30 gear combination. While 'Silence' used a 40 gear combination. There was an extra gear blade on the front axle. This gear allowed him to achieve a higher speed. Although using the front gears would cost a lot of energy, but he was young and this was totally fine.
While Yang Dao was having a joy ride. He was unaware about the uproar the bike sale caused in the world. This bike was only one in the world. So, the designer published the new of the sales on social media. As a prominent, his followers were a lot of high-profile people. There were also some professional bicyclists and bike enthusiasts. They were all surprised when they discovered the designer sold 'Silence' to someone.
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When they enquired this issue more. It came to light that the purchase was made by Feng Yun, the president and owner of the phoenix group. This made many people confused about the reason she bought the bike. Then some keyboard warrior commented it might be because Feng Yun wanted to keep the bike as a collectible. This comment made some sense after all rich people liked to collect rare things.
Feng Yun was approached by a lot of friends and acquaintances to confirm the news. She was tired of the barrage, so she posted a comment on her social media: Yes, I bought the bike. Thank you for your concern.
She was a famous ice cold demon. She always spoke in an indifferent and aloof manner. Her fans were used to it, and they liked how Feng Yun spoke. She was young and rich, and the wealth came from her own efforts. So she had the capital to speak like the way she did. Her confirmation of the matter made the people explode with exclamation. The second wave of murmurs started on the internet. This time the people asked if she will take a ride on the bike or is it just a collectible for her.
To this wave, she remained unaffected and did not respond. Putting all this to a side, she called Yang Dao.
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Buzz buzz...
Yang Dao was riding the bike, and he sensed the brick phone in his pocket vibrate. He rode the bike to the side of the road and came to a stop. Then he fished out his mobile and connected the call.
"Good morning, Young Master." A sweet and soft voice greeted him from the other side.
Yang Dao replied, "Good morning, Sister Yun." his tone was calm but his breathing was deep.
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Feng Yun spoke, "Your breathing tells me you were riding the bike, how was it?" her mood was uplifted by another level when she discovered that Yang Dao is using the bike she got for him.
Yang Dao replied, "This thing is amazing, Sister Yun. You know there is no sound when you ride or even shift gears. Haha, I passed a motor bike a few minutes ago. Imagine how his face was hahaha..." he was happy, to where he subconsciously put down his guard and acted like his age.
Feng Yun at this moment sensed heartfelt joy. Yang Dao has been keeping his guard up against her ever since he met her. This was the first time he spoke up to her and told her some trivia he experienced as if it was something world shaking. She spoke, "I am glad you like the bike, Young Master."
Yang Dao calm down and returned to his usual self. He asked, "Sister Yun, is there anything else? I have to get to the college."
Feng Yun did not mind it and said, "Okay, Young Master, take care and ride safe."
Yang Dao replied, "You too, take care, Sister Yun. Bye."
The other side replied, "Bye" and the call disconnected.
Yang Dao once again rode the bike to his college. He really did not understand the value of his bike. The University campus slowly emerged in his view. Yang Dao spotted a group of cyclists, they were riding in a formation and their speed was quick. This ignited the spark of competition inside Yang Dao. He took a deep breath. He set two goals for himself. One, catch up with the group, two, pass them all.
The road was flat and Yang Dao was sure in his strength. He dipped down and held onto the hooked handles. He shifted the gears to his convenience and pedaled. His pace increased a little by little and in twenty seconds his cadence was catching up to those people in the cycling group. Yang Dao was wearing a regular outfit while they were wearing a professional riding suit. Usually it would have created a higher air resistance, but Yang Dao was not affected by this at all. He was the Dao child.
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