Chapter 137 Live Stream
At the ticket checkpoint, a near six feet three inches man with a muscular build stood with a stern expression. His features were rugged, and his eyes, fierce, as if ready to pick a fight at any moment. Those passing by consciously gave him a wide berth, staying several feet away to avoid any trouble.
The ticket checker frowned but gently reminded him.
"Sir, you've checked in already; you can take your seat now."
"I'm standing here!"
"Not your business, is it?!"
The ticket checker, with an awkward expression and a sheepish touch to his nose, decided to ignore him. The man scanned the crowd with his sharp gaze and soon spotted someone with a selfie stick, charging over immediately.
"Hey!"
The woman startled, her eyes wide and panicked.
"Wha.. what can I do for you...?"
"Give me that stick," the man said, pulling out a 50 - dollar bill, "I'm buying it!"
With no one accompanying her, the woman didn't dare cause trouble. She hastily detached her phone and handed over the selfie stick, even forgetting to take the money in her haste.
"Hey! Your money! You didn't take it!"
By the time she vanished into the crowd without looking back, the man, with a grim face, mounted the phone and fired up his live stream.
"Phew, isn't this much better?"
[Big John, next time, be a bit gentler with the ladies.]
[That poor girl looked like she was about to cry from fear.]
Big John, annoyed and furrowing his brows: " gentle? This is just who I am."
[LOL oh man, I totally get the online versus real-life difference now... a comment by Big John, and I was expecting a cute, soft-spoken girl.]
[Thanks for going live, Big John! If only we could see Luann!]
Big John reassured his audience.
"Don't sweat it, folks. I'm tall."
"If my goddess shows up, I'll spot her first thing!"
Meanwhile, Luann Weaver and Alvin Curtis had joined up with Myron Curtis. As they were getting ready to leave, they spotted two familiar figures stepping out of the nearby hotel.
Holly Weiss had a pained expression, her hand on her backside, clearly in discomfort, while Eddy looked guilty, incessantly mumbling apologies.
"Holly?"
"Eddy?"
Luann and Myron echoed each other in surprise.
They exchanged glances, each catching the bewilderment in the other's eyes.
Alvin Curtis shrugged with an easygoing nonchalance, "Our car's already packed. Squeezing two more in is gonna be a real tight fit. Let's head straight to the racetrack and meet them there!"
Luann Weaver hummed a lazy agreement.
Holly Weiss and Eddy were so engrossed in their banter they didn't even notice the speeding cars whizz by.
"I can't believe you! I asked for a hand, and you let me fall flat!"
"Man, that hurt... like crazy."
Eddy sighed, "How was I supposed to know you'd get up all groggy to use the bathroom? I'll keep an eye out next time, promise."
Holly gave Eddy's car door a frustrated tap with her foot. "Open up, will you?"
Eddy immediately complied, carefully helping her into the car.
...
The city's largest racetrack was filled with fans.
Alvin had no choice but to park on the outer edge since his car couldn't get any closer.
The trio got out and joined the back of the long security checkpoint queue.
Excitement filled the air as shouts of enthusiasm from every direction.
“I've been a die-hard fan of 'North,' the racing legend! He's my hero! All these years of waiting, and he's finally back on home turf."
"The anticipation is killing me; I didn't catch a wink of sleep last night, just waiting for today's race!"
"So why'd you show up so late?”
"Cough cough, couldn't keep my eyes open at dawn and nodded off."
Luann, yawning leisurely, leaned her full weight onto Myron Curtis, finding a comfortable spot as if he were a plush recliner that could move.
Whenever someone in front moved, Myron would gently lift and resettle Luann, so she wouldn't have to.
Alvin, witnessing this, was dumbfounded and tease, “Sis, what’s the matter? Your legs out of commission?”
Luann gave him a slow, sultry glance, still bewitchingly charming, making Alvin's heart skip a beat.
Myron's voice came from above, cool and detached. "That's something a bachelor like you wouldn't understand."
Alvin mumbled a subdued “Oh,” and stepped forward to stealthily edge into a different part of the line, eager to escape having to endure another round of their lovey-dovey behavior.
The entry gates sped up with ten additional checkpoints opening up, increasing the rate of ticket verification rapidly.
Finally, Luann and Myron made their way in.
Luann glanced at the display on her electronic ticket. "We're sitting in the main grandstand. We'll have a great view of the starting line, and we can catch all the straightaway acceleration and the first eight turns."
After a moment without a reply, she looked up in confusion.
"Myron Curtis?"
Myron Curtis fixed her with an intense gaze, not bothering to hide his interest. "Seems like you know your way around a racetrack."
Luann Weaver offered a modest smile, replying with a touch of self-deprecation, "Just a bit, really. I barely scratch the surface."
Myron Curtis's hand found its way to her shoulder, guiding her towards the stands with a comforting ease.
Little did they know, their interaction was captured and streamed live to an audience in the millions.
【Big John, look behind you! Isn't that Luann Weaver?】
【Luann Weaver, OMG! I see her!】
【Hey, who's that ugly guy tagging along with her...】
Big John rapidly scanned the flurry of comments, turning back in a clumsy panic. His nerves blurred his vision, taking a moment to refocus before catching sight of Luann Weaver.
His knees went weak, overwhelmed by an unexplainable sense of intimidation.
【Big John, c'mon man! Go get it! We wanna see!】
The chat exploded with a frenzy of donations.
Finally regaining his composure, Big John barked, "Stop sending gifts already! I'm not broke!"
【Take that money and buy Luann some treats.】
【Don't chicken out, dude.】
Big John took a deep breath, gathering his courage to make a move.
But when he finally came face to face with Luann Weaver—
His heart skipped a beat or two.
Holy smokes!
How could this world contain such astounding beauty?
Big John opened his mouth; his teeth chattered uncontrollably, failing to utter a single word.
His naturally formidable appearance made his behavior look all the more bizarre and unnerving.
Luann Weaver blinked twice, quickly hiding behind Myron Curtis with a soft whimper, "I'm scared."
Myron Curtis furrowed his brows; the air around him grew inexplicably heavy.
He said coldly, "Move aside, you're frightening her."
