Chapter Forty-Three: Restoring Justice to the Streets

“Ha!”

The instant the pleasure of revenge spread through his heart, it was like turning on a light in a pitch-black room. Whether the light was cool, warm, or any other shade, it would illuminate every corner in an instant and stir one’s spirits into excitement.

“Flash, flash!”

Perhaps Gu Yin had flashed his high beams too many times, or perhaps the BMW X3 ahead had simply had enough. Its red brake lights came on, and it began to slow.

“You hit the brakes, so I’m supposed to overtake you? Keep dreaming!” Gu Yin muttered to himself as he braked and shifted down as well.

In short, no matter how slowly the BMW X3 drove, he simply would not overtake it. As long as he did not pass, the other driver would have no chance to follow behind him and retaliate.

He refused to believe they were truly headed in the same direction by coincidence. Today, he was determined to follow that BMW X3 all the way to wherever it turned.

“Isn’t this a little excessive?” Xia Qianyi gently opened her lips to stop him, worried on his behalf.

“When she flashed me, did she worry about whether it was excessive?” Gu Yin wore the shameless expression of a man who believed he was completely in the right.

“Maybe she didn’t do it on purpose?” Xia Qianyi tried her best to minimize the matter. “I think the driver is a woman, and the car looks fairly new. Perhaps she doesn’t know how to control the lights.”

“They teach that at driving school.” Gu Yin was having none of it. He said bluntly, “The more inexperienced the female driver, the more important it is to teach her a lesson. Otherwise, sooner or later, she’ll go on making life miserable for everyone else.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Yin seemed to think of something. He suddenly turned to glance at Xia Qianyi. The streetlights illuminated his face inside the dim car, and he grinned.

“This is my duty as an instructor at the People’s Driving School.”

Xia Qianyi could not hold it in and burst out laughing.

“I really give up with you.”

In the end, the young woman did not try to stop him again.

She thought that if she had not been speaking up for Gu Yin as a friend, she probably would have stood by and watched this sort of thing too.

That car ahead had it coming!

“Coach Gu, beautifully done!”

Many viewers in the livestream of Making Peace with Life were praising Gu Yin’s actions as well.

Behind the scenes, Director Han had already seized upon the secret formula driving traffic to Gu Yin’s livestream. With one order and a wave of promotional traffic, he pushed the stream’s concurrent viewers to nearly 380,000.

In the automotive category, Gu Yin had instantly become the undisputed king. Not only was he unrivaled in his own category—even the pretty-boy trainee from the neighboring celebrity section, the one who had supposedly been practicing for two and a half years, would not last a single exchange against him.

However…

Some of the staff were rather anxious. One of them even asked Director Han, “Director, what if people start copying this? If traffic accidents suddenly increase on the roads, won’t our show get blamed?”

“Why do you insist on looking at it from that angle?” Director Han shook his head.

He had had similar concerns the previous night, when Gu Yin had taught a lesson to the driver of a Cadillac blocking the school entrance. But after filming ended, he had gone home and thought the matter through carefully. He felt that it was not as simple as they were making it out to be.

Why was it that when someone clearly did the right thing, people still accused them of promoting a harmful trend?

Why should those who were cut off or blinded by high beams be the ones to yield to the people causing the trouble?

If they kept yielding blindly, those idiots would never recognize their own mistakes. They would only become more brazen, eventually convincing themselves that everyone else was obligated to give way to them.

Since when had kindness and forbearance become reasons for others to bully you?

If social harmony could only be achieved by making kind people suffer and yield, then what meaning did such harmony truly have?

“We’re showing everyone just how many inconsiderate drivers are out there,” Director Han declared, giving Gu Yin’s livestream a fresh title. “By condemning those people, we can reduce their numbers and restore some order to the roads!”

Now that Gu Yin had fired the first shot, Director Han would simply go with the momentum and carry this positive message through to the end.

Besides…

He had taken a risk, but that did not mean Gu Yin faced no danger on his end.

See for yourself.

Perhaps the BMW X3 had finally been unable to endure Gu Yin’s flashing lights, or perhaps its driver had simply intended to turn. At the next intersection, it moved into the left-turn lane.

Gu Yin was going straight, so he ended up in the through lane beside it.

“Flash, flash…”

Both vehicles stopped at the red light. Seeing an opportunity at last, the driver of the BMW X3 lowered her window, pointed at Gu Yin, and began shouting.

“Are you insane?”

“What are you flashing your lights for?”

“Can’t you see the road?”

“Are you blind?”

The woman was dressed rather provocatively. Despite the cold weather, she wore only a pale blue camisole. Her fingers, tipped with pink manicured nails, pointed at Gu Yin as a stream of abuse poured from her mouth.

Gu Yin was not about to indulge her.

“Go to hell!”

He lowered his window, and the moment his mouth opened, a torrent of abuse came pouring out.

“So you do know what it means to blind people with your high beams?”

“Open your damn eyes and look at whether you’re using low beams or high beams!”

“How long were you following behind your daddy just now, flashing your lights at your daddy? You seriously have no idea, do you?”

“Hurry up and take out those colored contacts of yours. They contain formaldehyde. Your dog eyes are already useless—be careful or you’ll go completely blind!”

People always said women had loud voices. All that proved was that our pretty little princes were refined. Our pretty little princes merely cared about their dignity and hated making a scene in public. Otherwise, if we truly started shouting, ten or eight loudmouthed women would not be enough to match us.

See?

After being bombarded by Gu Yin, the BMW driver’s face turned scarlet with rage.

“Pfft…”

The language was vulgar, and the words were ugly, but for some reason, both Xia Qianyi in the passenger seat and the viewers in the livestream felt that Gu Yin’s abuse was unbelievably satisfying.

“For ten years, my spinal canal was blocked. It’s open now! Completely open!”

“What are you talking about? My mammary glands are flowing freely again!”

“Pfft… Sister, do we really have to compare it to that?”

“Coach Gu can truly curse. When I get anxious, I can’t force out a single word even after holding it in forever, and then I cry my eyes out. If I could curse like him, I’d wake up laughing from my dreams.”

Laughter filled the entire livestream. The viewers’ praise for Gu Yin’s ability to curse was not without reason.

For example, the BMW driver saw that Gu Yin was driving a learner’s car and attacked him by saying, “And you call yourself an instructor? Is this the level of instructors these days?”

Gu Yin did not flinch in the slightest. He answered directly, “Any instructor who let a creature like you onto the road must have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck. If you’ve got the nerve, call your instructor over. I’d like to ask him whether this is how he taught you to use your lights.”

Even funnier was the fact that Gu Yin turned back and muttered, “Anyone who didn’t know better would think that idiot Ma Jixiang taught her…”

“Hahaha…”

This time, even Xia Qianyi could not hold back her laughter.

As a major celebrity watched constantly by countless fans and expected at all times to maintain her “standards,” Xia Qianyi knew plenty of foul language, but she never dared to say it. For some reason, though, hearing Gu Yin curse felt inexplicably satisfying.

This world still had to allow vulgarity to exist. Because only vulgarity—only cursing someone’s father and mother—could make you feel, in the most direct and genuine way, what it meant to be truly satisfied.

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