Blaise's Velocity Trials Chapter 2

Her facial features are full of intellectuality, her big brown waves set off her rich Latin American style, her undulating figure, and her unabashed "interest" in Ellis in her eyes, attracting not only the other media at the scene. The eyes, and Alden at this moment.

"Ah, ah... If I could be interviewed face to face by such a beautiful woman, I would be worthy of being called a racing driver." Alden sighed, holding the back of his head.

"I'm not in anyone's way. There are only three races left."

Ellis's words were very concise, and the media at the scene suddenly fell silent.

"You mean, you can also be the championship, right?" The smile on Audrey Wilson's face became more obvious.

"Yes."

Neither his expression nor his voice can make people feel conceited or proud.

Awesome, but impossible to hate.

"No more, no more..."

I didn’t sleep well on the plane at all, so I’d better take a good rest...

He had just rolled up the quilt when the couple next door were doing errands again, causing the lampshade of the wall lamp on the wall to fall off and suddenly hit Alden in the face.

"I'll wipe it!" Alden directly picked up the lampshade, rushed to the next room, knocked hard on the other party's door, and pressed the doorbell as hard as he could.

But heavy breathing and a woman's sticky voice could be heard on the other side of the door, and Alden's head almost exploded.

"You guys do it during the day! Do it at night too! Please tell me when you won't do it! I can sleep better!"

Alden's roar echoed in the corridor, and it was certain that people upstairs and downstairs must have heard his words.

But the other side of the door had entered a state of selflessness. Alden pressed the doorbell for almost twenty minutes before they stopped.

When the door opened, he saw a beautiful woman with wavy brown hair and a lazy and content expression on her face. She was wrapped in a thin pajamas, and her exquisite lines were so clear that Alden's ears turned red.

The other party smiled and said, "Let us know when you come back next time."

"That's pretty much it!" Alden thought that the other party must feel embarrassed and decided not to disturb his life anymore.

"We invite you to ring the doorbell and pay you five dollars for ten minutes. Kid, you must not know that the more you press the doorbell, the more we will feel it, right?"

Alden's eyes widened, as if he thought he heard wrongly.

What the hell is this?

The other party chuckled lightly and winked at him seductively: "Your face is quite cute, but I don't know if it's developed down there."

Alden was a little angry.

No, very angry.

This was the second time this week that he had been greeted as a little brother. The last time was in the bathroom at the Spanish Grand Prix, when a furious Tracy asked him if his hair had grown out.

"Oh Sh!t..."

Alden suddenly pressed the doorbell with all his strength.

This time it was a man who opened the door.

The opponent's muscles were comparable to those of a bodybuilder, and his waist and abdomen were very powerful. He looked at Alden with fierce eyes: "What are you doing?"

Alden stretched out his hand to the other party without fear: "Your woman said, give me five dollars for ringing the doorbell for ten minutes. Including the ten seconds just pressed, it will be exactly twenty minutes. Please pay me ten dollars."

The bodybuilder was stunned.

The woman behind him laughed out loud, took out her wallet, and put ten dollars in Alden's hand.

"You're so cute."

"Whether I am cute or not is none of your business."

Alden stuffed the banknotes into his pocket and decided to go to the supermarket opposite to buy some yogurt to comfort himself.

This is a large general supermarket, and you can often see parents putting their children in shopping carts and pushing them between rows of shelves.

Whenever this happens, Alden will feel a little envious. Not only because his parents are no longer alive, but also because even when they are still alive, they often don't throw things into the shopping cart when they want something.

After choosing two boxes of yogurt, Alden wanted to eat cookies again.

He came to the biscuit shelf and saw his favorite Swiss brown sugar biscuits. He took a pack and found that the shelf was empty, and opposite him was the profile of another man.

It was just a gap, as if God had deliberately narrowed Alden's world. The other person's forehead and nose bones connected with a pleasant undulation, and the drooping eyelashes looked very soft.

It was a man, but in Alden's view, the subjective feeling of beauty has no distinction between men and women.

If Alden thinks the other person is good-looking, then he should take a second look. Anyway, there is no need to spend money, and the other person will not lose a hair.

But when the other party's eyes moved in his direction and passed through the gap, Alden secretly held a breath.

The person on the other side of the shelf is none other than Vann Ellis!

That casual glance seemed to have a penetrating power, instantly rushing into the depths of Alden's mind.

It was clearly a lustless gaze, but Alden felt like he was almost burned, and he took a step back.

He suddenly remembered the scene in the bathroom of the Spanish Grand Prix, when Ellis zipped up his pants for him - that was a dark history that he would never be able to get rid of!

He always felt that even though they were both racing drivers, the level difference between him and Ellis was too far, and they would never have the chance to talk and meet again, but he didn't expect that he could meet him in the supermarket!

Alden tried to look away, but he had the illusion that the other party was trying to lock him up.

Maybe Van Ellis was angry because he didn't like people staring at him?

Alden exhaled and walked to another shelf with the shopping basket.

He has a very useful function, which is to treat all embarrassing, embarrassing or bad things as if they never happened.

Therefore, he had never met Van Ellis in the bathroom or in the supermarket, and Ellis would not have remembered meeting him anyway.

So Alden felt comfortable, and he carried the shopping basket to the checkout counter.

There seemed to be a lot of people visiting the supermarket on weekends. Alden took out his mobile phone again and played Xiaoxiao.

While playing, he watched the team in front enter the station and kicked the shopping basket forward with his toes.

Ten minutes later, he was finally able to check out.

As soon as he swiped his credit card, the cashier told him that the overdraft limit had been reached.

It means... maxed out.

Alden scratched the back of his head and then remembered that last week he bought a set of speakers for his H!p-hop buddies, paid the rent, and then there was a competition... It seemed that he forgot to pay back his credit card.

"Then I don't want anything else except yogurt." Alden took out the ten dollars he earned from ringing the doorbell from his pocket.

At this time, there was a cool sound behind him, like metal tapping in an empty room.

"Except for that box of underwear, just swipe my card for everything else."

Alden's shoulders tensed, and when he turned around, he suddenly discovered that Ellis was standing behind him!

He still had the same calm expression. He rubbed Alden's shoulder with his outstretched arm and handed the credit card to the cashier. His chest was slightly pressed against Alden's back.

It felt...like being hugged from behind.

What's happening here?

When did Ellis come up behind him?

Wait, they were queuing up... In other words, not long after I came to line up, Ellis came to line up to pay the bill?

There were so many checkout counters, why did he choose the one behind him?

Normally, Alden knew he should say thank you and offer to return the money if he had the chance, but when he did, all he said was: "Why not the box of underwear?"

Everyone around looked over, and even the female cashier blushed slightly.

But Alden doesn't regret asking the question.

If he doesn't get the answer now, he will definitely continue to think about it when he gets home.

"Because it's inappropriate." Ellis's voice was still indifferent.

"Ah? Why is it inappropriate?"

"You can wear M, not L." Ellis replied, with the authoritative certification effect, which was inexplicably convincing.

Looking at the other party's natural expression, Alden's heart was stabbed heavily again.

What does "no L required" mean? Does that mean it's very small?

Oh Sh!t! This is the third time this week someone has made trouble about his little brother!

Just when Alden was about to say, "I don't need you to pay for me," Ellis spoke again.

"This material loses its elasticity very quickly."

"...oh."

At that moment, he felt like his soul had been redeemed.

It turns out it's not that his little brother's size is too small, it's just that the quality of these underwear is not good.

"Thanks, I'll pay you back next time."

Alden carried the supermarket bag, waved to the other party coolly, and left.

Otherwise, should we continue to stay there, waiting for Ellis to pay the bill, while discussing the material of the underwear with him?

Carrying these things and walking on the road, Alden raised his head and sighed.

He still hasn't bought any underwear...what to wear tonight? Not even washed...

And the charity dinner on the weekend is so annoying.

Where is the suit?

Alden returned home, rummaged through the cabinets, and finally found a suit. He put it on, it was very low-key, and Alden expressed satisfaction.

Wait... Ellis will definitely attend Ferrari's charity dinner, so should he pay him back?

Yes...how much does it cost?

I don’t remember, forget it.

Compared to Van Ellis's million-euro annual salary, he wouldn't mind paying for his supermarket bill.

Over the weekend, Alden drove his little Jeep to the luxury hotel where the dinner was being held.

You can see many men and women in formal dresses walking around, accompanied by luxury cars and twinkling stars. Those celebrities all handed the car keys to the doorman and walked up gracefully.