Chapter 145 Meeting Offline
Peter North strode into the study.
After powering on the computer, he hesitated to move the mouse.
A nervous tension wildly spread in his heart.
He had never imagined that he would see his senior's competition, see his senior's face, in such a way.
As he was anxiously fretting, his phone rang with a link sent by Holly Weiss.
Peter logged into his account on the computer, just about to click open.
But a message from the other party popped up first.
“Are you there, what's up?”
Half an hour ago, just after Peter North got home, he had messaged Luann Weaver for the first time.
Seeing her response, Peter's fingers trembled uncontrollably, unable to stop shaking.
It took him quite a while to manage to type out a complete sentence.
“Can you give me your address? I have something I want to give you.”
Luann Weaver, lying in bed and yawning, furrowed her brows.
She didn't feel quite familiar enough with this person to be exchanging gifts, did she?
Peter seemed to realize that his request might have been inappropriate, adding another line.
“I just finished a competition today and got second place.”
“I've been thinking, over the years, you've given me a lot of guidance, so I wanted to send you the prize.“
Luann sat up, propping her chin in her hand, her slender fingertips tapping on the screen.
“What is it?”
Peter picked up his phone, opened the jewelry box, took a photo of the diamond necklace, and sent it over.
Luann casually opened the photo, and the next second, she froze.
This necklace...
It looked familiar...
Without a reply from the other side, Peter grew anxious, his mind racing.
"Is she in the bathroom... or maybe eating..."
"This necklace should be to her liking, girls usually love this kind of thing..."
As Peter waited more and more anxiously, he finally decided to click on the replay of the video.
At this moment, Holly Weiss, with nothing better to do, scrolled through Peter North's social media and noticed his latest post.
It was a photo of a car, accompanied by a string of text.
“Getting second place in a competition for the first time is quite an experience.”
"This car..."
Holly zoomed in on the photo and muttered to herself in a low voice.
"It can't be this coincidental..."
"This... could this person be..."
Holly grabbed her phone and rushed upstairs, slamming open Luann Weaver's room door.
Luann glanced at her.
"Are you trying to tell me that the netizen is Peter North?"
Holly stood there, dumbfounded. "Wow, are you a witch? Can you read minds?"
The two exchanged phones.
After reading each other's chat histories.
Holly exclaimed: "Oh my God, the world is so small!"
"I suddenly really want to know what Peter North's reaction will be when he finds out you are the senior he admires."
Luann lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"His personality online is so different from in real life; I thought he would be very talkative."
Holly nodded in agreement.
"Me too! How could Peter North, who seems like a clueless antique in person, be the same guy who respectfully addresses seniors online and occasionally posts emojis?"
"Let's just wait for his message!"
...
When the aerial footage started, Peter North had an inkling that something was amiss.
The drone circled in the air, capturing the familiar racetrack.
Peter comforted himself by thinking, "All racetracks look similar, don't overthink it.”
But when twenty race cars appeared on the track, Peter couldn't stay calm anymore.
His brows furrowed deeply, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly.
He saw himself, Luann Weaver and Holly Weiss.
"...Holly Weiss..."
The same "Holly."
"So... Luann Weaver is... the senior?"
Peter struggled to accept this reality.
He tried to recall his first meeting with Luann Weaver, what impolite things he might have said.
Thinking about it, Luann's tone of speaking was quite similar to her online presence.
And she was also warmly willing to give advice.
What had he said at the time?
"I hate it when people touch my car."
"Don't keep looking at me."
"I don't like the way you look at me."
"Miss, you really talk big."
"I don't need you to meddle in my affairs."
"..."
Voices echoed in his mind, stimulating Peter North's nerves.
He was overwhelmed, holding his head in his hands, feeling foolish.
He had actually...
Said such excessive things to the senior he had long admired?
"What have I done!"
Peter's usually calm heart was a mix of emotions for the first time, feeling panic and fear.
The senior must hate him by now!
Among the mixed feelings, there was also a small thrill.
The thing he had been looking forward to for years had just finished amid the chaos.
It seemed he was indeed fated with his senior.
However, he quickly dismissed the thought.
He watched as Myron Curtis's name was frantically mentioned in the comments, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.
How could a man like that be worthy of standing beside his senior?
Peter sat quietly in the chair until it got dark, then he stiffly lifted his hand.
Unknowingly, he had watched the entire event three times.
His eyes felt sore and stinging and his gaze resting on the chat box with Luann Weaver.
There was no reply.
He hesitated, typing and deleting, finally mustering the courage.
“Senior, Maybe we should meet up.”
Luann was having dinner with Holly Weiss.
Holly was astonished when she saw the message.
"Man, he's asking you out directly, probably wants to apologize, huh?"
Luann said, "then you ask him where."
"Okay!"
They quickly settled on a place, and after finishing dinner, Luann and Holly headed out.
When they arrived, Peter North was already waiting in the private room.
The door opened.
Peter, like a startled bird, jumped up, his face full of nerves.
As soon as he spoke, he started to stutter.
"Sen-sen-sen-sen... sen..."
Peter coughed twice, scolding himself for his lack of composure.
"Sen... senior!"
With the address, Peter felt a tinge of shyness.
He stood there, somewhat embarrassed, his serious eyes filled with unease.
Contrary to his usual image.
Under the bright lights, Luann clearly saw Peter North's ears turning a bright red...
