I am very used to doing this, and it only took two or three minutes before and after, and most of the time was still waiting for the wheelchair to be stowed away.

Since the brakes and accelerators have to be controlled by hand for vehicles with disabled people like me, I usually don't drive too fast. Even if there is no car in front of me, my average speed will not exceed 50 yards per hour.

There is a road around the school that is very narrow and difficult to drive. Both sides of the road are filled with parking spaces, and only one car can pass through.

Today may be related to Friday, the restaurants and shops on both sides are full of business, the parking spaces are very tight, and the bicycles parked in a mess, the difficulty of passing has skyrocketed.

My nerves were tense and I moved forward cautiously, not daring to slack off, so that the yardage speed dropped directly to single digits.

The engine roared from the back of the car, and I looked in the rearview mirror, it was a blue and white heavy machine. The rider wears a black leather jacket, and looks like a male, and his appearance is not very clear under the helmet.

He may also think that I am slow, and the gas pedal keeps making a rumbling sound. Although it is not as straightforward and rude as the horn, it is also annoying.

Because of this anxiety, I didn't control the brakes for the last 20 meters and just accelerated and drove past.

And fate is sometimes so unreasonable, it always loves to give you a head-on blow when you let down your guard.

Suddenly, a tri-color kitten jumped out from the side of the road, and its figure was particularly panicked by the lights of the car. I jumped in shock, pulled the brakes subconsciously, and the little cat flew across the road, safe and sound, but there was a loud noise at the rear of the car.

My mind went blank for a moment, I held my breath, fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, and it took me a while to recover from the horror.

Realizing it might have been a rear-end collision, I lowered the window to check the car behind, but couldn't see much due to the limited visibility.

The width of the side of the car is not enough to fit the wheelchair, and I can't walk without a wheelchair. It's often at times like these that I realize how embarrassing a disability can be at times.

Just as I was thinking about countermeasures, the car window was knocked, and the rider of the blue and white heavy machine had already come to the door.

The window was lowered, and the other party just took off the helmet that covered his face. When they saw each other's appearance, both of them were startled.

"It's you." Before I could react, the tall rider spoke first.

Coincidentally, it was Shang Muxiao who bumped into me.

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There is a twelve-year difference in Gongshou, Gongshou is 20, and Shou32

Chapter 2 The biting son of a bitch

"What's wrong with the car in front of me? It's so slow, the old lady walks faster... So it's you." Shang Muxiao lowered his eyelids and looked tired, "Next time, put a sign on the back, To avoid misunderstandings.”

I was stunned for a moment, at first I didn't understand what sign he wanted me to put up, and after a few words, I quickly realized that he should want me to put up a sign like "the owner is disabled" or "the owner is sick".

He probably didn't mean to act so discriminating against me, but his words did make me uncomfortable. I just pay attention to safety, it has nothing to do with whether I am disabled or not, even if I am not disabled, I will drive carefully.

"Excuse me……"

Enduring my displeasure, I explained to Shang Muxiao that I slammed on the brakes to avoid the wild cat that suddenly came out. After listening, Shang Muxiao nodded, as if he was not very interested in the cause of the accident, and readily stated that since it was his rear-end collision, then he was fully responsible.

"Did it hit hard?" I asked.

"Mine is fine, it's just scratched off a bit of paint, yours is more serious." Shang Muxiao put his helmet under his arm, took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, not knowing who to send a message to.

Just a few seconds later, the bell rang suddenly, and he answered the phone almost immediately, and Ben's impatient expression became incredibly soft.

"Sister... It's just a small accident, it's okay... I know, I will pay attention... The snacks you want have already been bought, you wait a while..."

Upon closer inspection, he found that he had a piercing in his right ear and was wearing a small black spar earring. There is a small black mole just above the earlobe. If you don't pay attention, you will think that he has two ear piercings.

I remember that Shang Lu also had a mole in the same place. I used to like his mole very much and thought it had a "taste".

Genes are amazing, even this place is so similar.

A long queue gradually formed behind the car, and the urging horns kept ringing. Our accident had already caused congestion, and if we delayed it any longer, the police would be coming.

"This way..." I was just about to say otherwise, I'll go to the open area to discuss, when Shang Muxiao hung up the phone and stretched out his hand directly to me.

I didn't know so I stared at the phone that was handed in front of me, not understanding what he meant.

"Give me your phone number," he said. "I'll have my insurance broker contact you."

That's what it meant.

I took the phone, entered my number, and handed it back to him.

He didn't look at it, tucked the phone into his trouser pocket, put on his helmet again and said to me, "Let's do it for now. I have something urgent. If there is any problem, I will talk about it at school next week."

I nodded, said nothing, started the car and headed towards the intersection again. Just after turning the corner, a blue-and-white figure quickly overtakes the car from behind, and the smooth body disappears from sight before I can take a closer look.

That night, a man who claimed to be an insurance broker of Shang Muxiao called me and asked me to go to the designated location to fix the damage when I had time, saying that the repair costs would be fully paid by their insurance company.

As Shang Muxiao said, the butt of my car was really badly injured. The entire rear bumper was dented, and it was a little shaky. When it crashed like this, his car was only scratched with some paint, and he didn't know whether it was his car's quality that was too good or my car's poor quality.

The final loss is about the weekend. After driving the car to the damage determination point, the staff looked at my car and told me that the entire rear bumper might have to be replaced, and the rear cover had to be repainted. I asked him how long it would take to fix it and he said at least two weeks.

The thought of not having a car for two weeks gives me an unstoppable headache.

And this invisible, lingering pain also indirectly affected every aspect of my life, such as my mood in class. Even Yu Xixi noticed that I was in a bad mood recently, and became more and more pinch-tailed, and didn't dare to share the gossip with me.