Chapter 256
Chapter 256:
The anxiety inside Bobby grew, a nagging feeling telling him that something bad was about to happen.
Fernanda and Wendy veered onto the expressway, their motorcycles roaring to life as the speedometer climbed.
For Wendy, the thrill was electric. She had never ridden a motorcycle before, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins was unmatched. The memory of Fernanda gliding effortlessly through campus during the entrance exam ignited her desire to learn.
Since she had started training recently, Wendy was cautious. Her inexperience kept her throttle light, prioritizing safety over speed.
Fernanda noticed this and matched her pace.
The landscape blurred past them in streaks of color, and the vast sky seemed to stretch infinitely above, an open invitation to let go of worry. Gradually, the tight coil of tension in Wendy’s chest began to loosen as the world expanded around her.
With a deep breath, she twisted the throttle, feeling the bike surge forward. While her helmet shielded her face from the wind, the sensation of air rushing around her body was undeniable. The cool breeze tingled against her skin, heightening the sense of freedom.
The faster she rode, the more her mind stilled.
For the first time, she understood the allure of speed—the intoxicating, liberating rush that drew enthusiasts to the open road.
A grin spread across her face as a thought took hold: this wasn’t just a fleeting thrill; this was a passion worth pursuing.
By the time they left the expressway, an hour had slipped by unnoticed. Their speed eased as they turned onto a quieter side street, the hum of their engines mellowing.
They parked beneath a tree, pulling off their helmets and letting the breeze tousle their hair.
“That was incredible,” Wendy said, her cheeks flushing with excitement. “I never imagined riding could feel this good.”
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“Right?” Fernanda laughed, her eyes sparkling.
Wendy turned to her, surprise flickering in her expression. “How long have you been learning to ride a motorcycle? I thought you were a total pro.”
Fernanda had recently competed in a motorcycle race, though Wendy knew a mishap had kept her from placing.
“I’ve been riding for over a year,” Fernanda admitted. “Back in my hometown, there was an old, abandoned road near my house. It was long and rarely used, so I practiced there without needing a license. Once I got my license, I started riding on the main roads.”
“I see,” Wendy nodded, her admiration growing.
Indeed, when someone was truly determined to learn, they always found a way forward.
“Teach me more,” Wendy said, her voice brimming with resolve. “One day, we might race each other.”
“Deal,” Fernanda’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Looks like we’ve got a new shared obsession.”
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