Youth Is About Publicity

A friend of mine bought a new car. For our contemporaries, this is a step forward. But I am not sure whether it counts as part of what Comrade Xiaoping said about getting rich first, because he bought it with a loan. When he drove up to me in his car, my hands started to itch. I didn't care that the night was too dark or that I had just finished drinking. I was drunk, and I didn't care about the driver's license that was still pending at the traffic police detachment. I pushed him into the passenger seat and ran all the way. It wasn't until I made a difficult move - passing a large motorcycle in a very narrow and winding aisle, that I stopped itching and handed the driving right back to him. Lying in bed late at night, I recalled the thrilling scene that had just happened. I was still frightened and a little scared. Fortunately, everything was safe. But what would happen if I accidentally hit the motorcycle and injured the motorcyclist and the woman behind him? I decisively got up from the bed, turned on the computer, and started typing furiously. Then, the following story came out... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.