Chapter Two: It's All About Mindset

“Beep! Beep!”

In the congested left-turn lane, the driver of the Biadi Qin showed no intention of letting the Tesla cut in. Gu Yin’s hand had been pressing the horn nonstop since earlier.

“Damn…”

Inside the Tesla, the driver was Wang Lu, an insurance company employee. Recently, his workload had been heavy, often working overtime—even past midnight. Tonight, however, he left work right on time and promised to take his wife out for dinner. Eager to get home, he was driving a bit aggressively.

The queue in the left-turn lane stretched endlessly, and just as the straight signal turned green, Wang Lu decided without hesitation to switch to the straight lane and cut in ahead.

He was a veteran at this route; cutting in was routine for him. Whether he was in a hurry or not, he would cut in. To him, those patiently waiting in line were fools for not taking shortcuts.

But he did not expect this Biadi Qin to be so stubborn—refusing to yield and honking wildly.

“Damn car, but what a temper…”

Wang Lu muttered angrily but wasn’t intimidated by Gu Yin’s horn and kept squeezing forward with the traffic.

Cutting in was a psychological game. Neither the cutter nor the one being cut wanted an accident—scratches meant insurance claims and delays, and rush hour was already chaotic enough to draw curses from drivers behind.

So Wang Lu just kept inching forward slowly.

If he got close enough, the Biadi Qin would have to slow down to avoid a collision, and then Wang Lu could slip in.

In short: “Whoever backs down first loses!”

As for Gu Yin’s relentless honking? Some might care, but Wang Lu saw it as just a bluff—a way for Gu Yin to bolster his courage. Experienced cut-in drivers like Wang Lu weren’t scared of that.

And so…

The two cars crept closer and closer.

Gu Yin refused to yield, and Wang Lu wouldn’t back down either.

“Damn, it’s like throwing pepper at a neighbor’s doorstep—he’s numb, but the neighbors are furious…”

Some viewers watching Gu Yin’s livestream couldn’t stand it and started cursing:

“Knowing the other won’t let him in but still trying to squeeze in? What a stupid idiot!”

“The worst kind of people—no manners at all!”

“I once met someone like that while driving. You really can’t reason with them; you’re just scared of a scratch or a bump…”

On the road, everyone dreaded collisions. Cars weren’t like bikes or scooters—just a scratch meant a traffic incident, stopping for photos, insurance claims, police reports, and costly repairs.

In modern life, everyone was under pressure and wanted to avoid trouble, so most would choose to give way.

There’s a saying:

“Patience brings peace; stepping back broadens the horizon.”

Life was already exhausting, weighing heavily on many. No one wanted unnecessary conflict, so they chose to yield.

But sometimes, the more you yield, the more you get bullied.

Drivers who cut in took advantage of this mindset to jump ahead in the queue.

You patiently wait for ages, yet they just cut in.

And you? You can’t even say a word.

It’s infuriating.

Sometimes, one wonders who the law really protects…

Perhaps because they often encountered such scenes, the few viewers stayed in Gu Yin’s livestream, eager to see how it would unfold.

But frankly, they didn’t expect much—they doubted a low-profile driver of a 79,800-yuan Biadi Qin ride-sharing car would stand up to the Tesla.

People living in this world always had to yield and compromise—such was adult life.

“Sigh…”

Perhaps out of nostalgia or lament, the few viewers sighed deeply.

Yet…

Unexpectedly…

Gu Yin’s expression remained calm despite the cars nearly touching. He showed no sign of panic or braking, inching forward with the gas pedal pressed.

He seemed ready to crash if necessary.

The “whoever backs down first loses” principle was understood not only by Wang Lu but also by Gu Yin.

You want to play mind games with me?

Fine, I’ll play along.

“Ha… this is getting interesting!”

The few viewers watched with keen interest.

The two cars drew ever closer.

Gradually, Wang Lu was reaching his limit. He pressed forward recklessly, sensing his car could scrape the Biadi Qin at any moment.

“Damn…”

His mental defenses faltered. Seeing the cars about to collide, he finally hit the brakes, unwilling to push further.

In this psychological battle, he had lost.

There was no choice.

If he caused an accident while cutting in, he’d be fully liable!

Then it wouldn’t be about getting home earlier—it would be about whether he could get home at all.

“Beep! Beep! Beep!”

Notably, Wang Lu was still on the straight lane and slowed before the solid line to attempt the cut.

Failing to cut in, and with a long stretch ahead, he refused to proceed. Naturally, drivers behind honked in frustration.

Rush hour—everyone was eager to get home to their families. If you don’t take the open road, you’re just asking for trouble.

“Who’s honking like a dog?”

Frustrated by his failed cut-in, Wang Lu shouted angrily. The incessant honking only added to his irritation.

“Nice move!”

Back in Gu Yin’s livestream, the few remaining viewers cheered him on.

Whether due to the steady viewers or a platform algorithm update, the livestream’s concurrent viewer count soon surpassed one hundred.

Of course, Gu Yin was oblivious to this. After pushing the Tesla out, he reached the solid line. City monitors were strict, and few fools dared to cut in at the solid line, so Gu Yin passed safely.

In his rearview mirror, Wang Lu was being honked at by many behind him, yet he stayed calm and swiftly found a slower-reacting car to cut in behind—then turned left right behind Gu Yin.

“Tsk…”

Gu Yin clicked his tongue but paid no mind. Encounters like this were all too common on the road.

What surprised both him and the livestream viewers was that Wang Lu, the Tesla driver, seemed to hold a grudge.

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