Chapter 174: Garbage Truck

Chapter 174: Garbage Truck

Sean, a teenage boy addicted to the internet, snuck out to play games

at an internet cafe again last 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 player to now being a prestigious 125-star

player. He excelled in playing jungle position.

The internet-addicted teenager had his own idol, not one of those fair-

skinned beauties in showbiz or muscular football stars but rather an

unknown legend in gaming named PeachThief.

In middle school, Sean stumbled upon an interview video featuring this

talented player and was amazed by her skills so much that when he

entered high school, he began idolizing PeachThief as well.

She was best at playing jungle champions, so Sean started playing

these types of champions too.

The Season 17 was coming to an end, and the second half of the year

marked the start of the annual professional player competition for the

Season 18.

Sean's team would participate in this competition 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.

Malaya was supposed to accompany Nora for this national art

competition but she received a last-minute invitation from her friends

who wanted to go mountain climbing today.

It angered Malaya that she was the last one being told.

To teach her friends a lesson, Malaya let Sean escort Nora instead.

Coincidentally, Sean's girlfriend, Mikaela, 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 the competition.

"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 villa, 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 and come to the City

Cultural Center. The competition starts in half an hour and participants

need to be there fifteen minutes early. Where are you?"

"What competition?" 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 accident.

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 blaring 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 glanced 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 uncomfortable.

"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.

The competition was about to begin, and participants were arriving one

after another. The 10-acre cultural center was surprisingly crowded,

with people filling every available 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 speculations about Cheyenne who had not yet

appeared:

"The competition 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!"