Overtaking a road bike, the wheelchair was still tearing through the curve at high speed.
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"Hahaha—woohoo~!"
The yellow-clad cyclist shouted at the top of his lungs as he leaned hard and shot forward.
Scorching summer sunlight, cool mountain winds, and a bicycle flying downhill beneath him.
All of it seemed to wash away the frustrations of city life.
At this moment, he was the undisputed king of this mountain road!
Just as the exhilaration peaked, the yellow-clad rider suddenly heard the sound of spinning wheels behind him.
Without thinking, he assumed it was his buddy—apparently unable to resist overtaking after all.
"Didn't I tell you to stay behind and film my heroic—I… f*ck!"
When he tilted his head to look back, what he saw wasn't his friend.
It was a wheelchair.
And the tires were tilted!
The yellow-clad rider stared at the teenager in the wheelchair and froze on the spot.
At that moment, he really wanted to slap himself.
How the hell did he deserve the title of 'king of Longjing Mountain Road'?
Lu Yang, seated in the wheelchair, smoothly overtook the yellow-clad rider's road bike.
Of course, a wheelchair couldn't possibly have a speedometer—but as a veteran motorcyclist, Lu Yang could roughly sense that his cornering speed was just over 30 km/h.
The curve was ending soon!
At the exit of the bend, Lu Yang shifted his center of gravity once more, gripping the wheelchair's handrails tightly and bringing the tilted wheels back upright.
The frame shuddered briefly, then the wheelchair straightened and burst out of the curve!
Lu Yang lowered his body again, letting the wheelchair accelerate even harder down the straight road, charging toward 40 km/h.
After the wheelchair exited the curve, the two road bikes followed one after another.
The red-clad rider stomped hard on the pedals and caught up to the yellow-clad rider. The two rode side by side.
"What the hell just happened? I'm not dreaming, right?" The yellow-clad rider cursed out loud.
"If you were dreaming, wouldn't you know it? Today really opened my eyes." The red-clad rider let out a deep breath as he stared at the wheelchair ahead.
The two cyclists followed behind the wheelchair. Based on their speed, they could've easily pedaled harder and overtaken it—but neither of them did.
On one hand, they were genuinely scared. Being overtaken by a wheelchair mid-corner had shaken them badly.
On the other hand, they wanted to see just what this wheelchair-riding teenager was planning to do.
"At this speed, it's almost 40 km/h," the red-clad rider exclaimed.
"Yeah, almost there. But why isn't he slowing down?" the yellow-clad rider said, half amazed, half confused.
While they were talking, they had nearly finished riding the straight, and the entrance to the next curve was already visible ahead.
"That's a hairpin turn up ahead. What's this kid thinking?" the red-clad rider sensed something was wrong.
A hairpin turn was nothing like ordinary curves—your speed had to be much lower to get through it safely.
They were already lightly braking to slow down.
But the wheelchair ahead showed absolutely no intention of reducing speed.
"Don't tell me…" The red-clad rider thought of a possibility and widened his eyes, looking at his buddy.
"He wants to take the hairpin at nearly 40 km/h?" The yellow-clad rider said exactly what the red-clad rider was thinking, his face full of disbelief.
Leaning through a hairpin at 40 km/h was already insane.
Doing it in a wheelchair…
That could only be described as terrifying.
"Look—his speed still hasn't dropped!"
"He's really entering at 40!"
"He's almost at the turn!"
"Here it comes—here it comes—ah!"
The two riders stared ahead, then suddenly fell silent—as if they'd swallowed a fly.
Because they could clearly see it.
The wheelchair didn't slow down.
But it didn't enter the turn either.
No warning.
No hesitation.
The wheelchair shot straight off the road and plunged directly into the tea forest beside it.
A shocking sight.
"Shit—go check if he's okay!" The red-clad rider's voice turned urgent.
Worry appeared on the yellow-clad rider's face as well.
That wheelchair had left the road at nearly 40 km/h. Even though it went into a tea forest, serious injury was extremely likely.
Most importantly—
The teenager in that wheelchair already had both legs wrapped in bandages!
At this rate, even his third leg probably wouldn't survive.
The two stopped their road bikes at the curve and rushed anxiously into the tea forest.
"Bro!"
"Bro, are you okay?"
"Where are you?"
They shouted while searching through the tea bushes, their voices full of concern.
Just then, they suddenly heard a voice from behind them.
"What are you two looking for?"
They turned around.
Standing in the tea forest was a teenage boy with both legs wrapped in bandages, carrying a completely deformed wheelchair over his shoulder.
His expression was calm—like an old tea farmer casually picking leaves.
The corners of the two cyclists' eyes twitched.
You just blasted off the road at 40 km/h in a wheelchair—can you not be this calm?!
"Your legs… they're okay?" The yellow-clad rider pointed at Lu Yang's bandaged legs.
"My legs? They're fine. The bandages are just cosplay," Lu Yang said casually, making it up on the spot.
Cosplay?
The yellow-clad rider's face twitched, but he still decided to ask.
"Who are you cosplaying as?"
"The Legendary One-Legged Wanderer" Lu Yang replied flatly.
That single sentence left the yellow-clad rider completely speechless.
"You're really not injured?" The red-clad rider stared Lu Yang up and down in disbelief. Aside from being a bit dirty, he couldn't find a single serious wound.
That was a 40 km/h crash into a tea forest!
"I'm fine. You two enjoy the scenery—I'm heading off," Lu Yang tossed out a few casual words and left quickly, not wanting them to notice anything suspicious.
By the time the two cyclists reacted, Lu Yang was already gone from their sight.
"Bro… do you think I'm dreaming?" The red-clad rider began questioning reality.
"What dream? Didn't you record everything? Just watch the video," the yellow-clad rider said, patting his helmet.
"Oh right. Let's check it."
The two walked out of the tea forest, removed the action camera, and leaned in close, their heads nearly touching.
"Hey, don't squeeze—I'm getting a headache."
"Quit whining and rewind the footage!"
After the red-clad rider pulled up the video, they saw the following scene:
First, footage of the yellow-clad rider leaning through the curve—pure amateur-level riding, nothing special.
But then the screen changed.
A wheelchair burst out from the right side of the curve, nearly skimming the mountain road's drainage ditch.
The most shocking part—
The wheelchair had clearly been modified.
The tires were tilted.
The wheelchair was leaning through the turn!
Then came the moment where the wheelchair, using an even more aggressive lean angle, overtook the yellow-clad rider's road bike—before perfectly exiting the curve and accelerating down the straight.
Up until the moment it crashed into the tea forest, everything was thrilling and flawless.
"Damn… just watching this makes me forget to breathe."
"Too insane. We actually lost to a wheelchair on Longjing Mountain."
After watching the footage, the two looked at each other.
"This video's is gold. I'm posting it online," the red-clad rider suddenly said.
He regularly edited and uploaded cycling videos to N-Station—a cultural and video platform heavily populated by young users.
But as a mediocre cycling enthusiast, his videos had never even reached five-digit view counts. Miserable, really.
"I bet this one breaks five digits," the yellow-clad rider said confidently, patting his chest.
The footage had completely blown his mind.
"Let's go. Head home and make the video."
After getting back on his bike, the red-clad rider glanced over his shoulder—almost expecting that wheelchair to appear again and mercilessly overtake him once more.