Chapter 62 The First Day of 16 Years Old

At the age of sixteen, the most important thing for Song Ya is to be able to drive. The ride has already been chosen, the Ford F150 pickup, the one with the 7.5-liter V8 engine, a complete gas-swallowing monster.

He doesn’t like the car and the brand. The second-hand Ford pickup used by his family often broke down, but in the CK advertising camp in Mira, Yellowstone Park, he saw the role of this car. It can pull a huge trailer-type RV and speed, and it is very useful for a small photography team and a small record company to use it for location and publicity.

Hayden has worked in car sales in Detroit for a long time, and he can get a discount if he makes a phone call.

Taking advantage of noon, Song Ya took the school's public phone to make an appointment for the driver's license test.

"Hi……"

Putting down the microphone, a female classmate suddenly appeared in front of him, "Happy birthday, great composer."

"Big……"

Since being called out by AK last time, the name of APLUS has gradually become a secret in the school. Song Ya shook her head and laughed, "I won the prize, how do you know that my birthday is today?"

"I'm often responsible for organizing club activities, and I saw it on the school roster." The girl was a little nervous, her fair face was slightly flushed, her hands were on her waist, and her fingers kept kneading each other, "You don't think I'm too Is it troublesome?"

"No, what do you say?"

Song Ya is 100% sure that the white girl in front of her is interested in her. Although there are black and white students in this school, these white students from good families generally have a tendency to isolate black students, although they will not show it on the surface. . The style of work is also much more conservative than that of the previous public middle school. It seems that the other party mustered up quite a lot of courage today and took the initiative to speak up.

He looked up and looked around, there was no small group of girls nearby, it seemed that she was acting alone secretly.

"Uh……"

The girl became more nervous, her body trembling slightly, "I think, you might have a birthday party, I heard that people in your music circle often... hold various parties."

This is really not the case, Song Ya's Huaguo soul is doomed that he will not be a rice-style party creature, "No, I have been too busy recently, and my family lives in a high-rise apartment, if I have a party, my neighbors will complain. "

"Oh, that's it." The girl was at a loss for words.

Song Ya once again looked up and down the girl in front of her. She has blond hair, average appearance, and can be even more beautiful with careful makeup. Her complexion is fair, her legs are very long, and her chest is bulging under a thin Nordic sweater... softly Soft-spoken, easily shy, since she can often participate in club activities, her grades must be very good, um, a typical good girl from a white middle-class family.

"Or..." He was a little moved.

'Dididi...' At this time, the pager in my pocket rang, and I picked it up to see that it was Mira's phone.

"What else?" The girl flicked her long hair, her tone a little excited.

"Uh, forget it, I'm really busy recently." Song Ya picked up the microphone again and gestured to her.

Watching the girl leave in disappointment, he dialed Mira's phone.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..." Mira's singing sounded over there.

"thanks."

Mira shouted triumphantly: "Surprised!? Am I the only one who remembers your birthday!"

"Honey, they celebrated my birthday last night." Song Yan hit her with words.

"last night!?"

Meera was silent for a moment, then screamed, "My God! I forgot to calculate the time zone!"

"Hahaha!" Song Ya laughed.

"Am I stupid?" Mira was a little disappointed.

"Not anymore..."

The two chatted about the recent situation, "The scenery here is beautiful, maybe, you can take time to come and see me, I miss you." Mira coquettishly said, "There are no annoying paparazzi here.

"

"Let me find a chance." Song Ya remembered that Mira's birthday was in December, and maybe she could be surprised by that time.

In the afternoon, Song Ya finished squash practice and walked out of school rubbing her sore shoulders. "Muffler" was already waiting at the door in that cool Chevrolet convertible. Tony, Al, and Delay were crowded in the back seat.

"Come on, my dear brother, I will show you the adult world!" Tony rubbed his hands excitedly.

"Please, I'm only sixteen years old." Song Ya sat in the front seat helplessly.

"You look like you must be twenty years old!" Di Lai's words caused the other three people to laugh wildly and strangely.

"Have you grown taller again?" Tony reached out and stroked his hair, "I feel that you are taller and stronger, are you 1.8 meters?"

"1.82 meters."

Song Ya avoided his hand, "I'm practicing squash recently."

"Squash!? Hahahaha!" Several people laughed inexplicably again.

Song Ya rolled her eyes.

The 'Muffler' started the car and drove straight towards Nancheng.

"Aren't you so free? Aren't you going to the country with Little Lowry and Old Joe?" Song Ya took the opportunity to ask.

"Leave in two days." Tony replied, "I heard that the second-hand store will be authorized to sing by singers there. There are Japanese versions, Chinese versions and so on."

"Really?" Song Ya didn't expect this, "Wouldn't it be better to just listen to your version?"

"Asians still like to listen to songs in their own language." DeLay explained to him, "SBK belongs to EMI, and EMI has great energy in Asia."

Muffler parked the car outside a strip club.

"OMG!"

Song Ya guessed what they were going to do, and her head started to hurt. Lai sat on her seat and couldn't get up, "Again, I'm only sixteen years old, and I need to be twenty-one to get in here!"

"Stop pretending."

Tony dragged him out of the car, and several people rushed to the door of the bar.

A strong black doorman bumped fists with Tony, "Isn't Little Lowry here?"

"Today is my brother's session!"

Tony took the lead and walked into the bar, "I've bought this round of drinks!" He yelled as soon as he entered the door.

At five or six o'clock, there were not many people in the bar, and most of the guests were old men. Hearing his words, he raised his glass happily and thanked Tony.

"Money, money..." Tony urged the 'silencer' again and again.

'Silencer' took out a large handful of one-knife bills from his pocket.

Tony walked to the small stage in the center of the bar, waved his hand at the girl who was leaning on the steel pipe like a sloth, and the banknotes scattered all over the sky.

The heavily made-up Caucasian girl winked at him, took off her coat, and began to perform vigorously. The old men changed seats one after another and threw themselves on the bar in front of her.

"This is my brother!"

Tony put Song Ya in his arms and introduced loudly to the guests, "Have you heard of APLUS? This kid wrote the second-hand store!"

The old men reacted flatly, but the eyes of the waitresses in the bar lit up.

"Come with me." Tony was familiar with the road, pulled Song Ya into the innermost shadow, and sat on a sofa for each of them.

A male waiter with a Mexican face brought several girls, all in black, white, tall, short, fat, and thin.

"Give him the best!" Tony pointed to a white girl in Song Ya, "He likes white ones, I know." Then he slapped his hands proudly, "Wine! Wine! Where is the wine!?"

The girl walked up to Song Ya gracefully, sat down on his lap, and slapped her face directly, "Boy, haven't you been here?"

"He's a chick! Hahaha!" Tony yelled, "Give him the best service!" He took out some more money and stuffed the girls' chests.

Song Ya was so bored that she couldn't breathe, and she shrank back.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Ya woke up and looked around. Tony, 'Muffler', Al, and Dilai were still falling asleep, and there were countless empty wine bottles of various brands on the table in front of them.

He rubbed his temples to relieve the hangover headache, and checked the zipper of his pants. Fortunately, it's not absurd to hold back, and it would be over for a lifetime to be infected by a woman in this kind of place.

"gentlemen."

A waiter brought the bill.

Song Ya looked at the number of one thousand and three, took a breath, and looked at Tony who was still snoring, so he had to take out the checkbook, "Do you accept the check?"

"Yes, sir, but you can't leave immediately, we have to check." The waiter replied politely.

"Okay." Song Ya signed the check and handed it to the other party, "Does Tony come often?"

"Yes, sir, but it's Mr. Lowry who pays the bill. Mr. Lowry is very generous. He spends around two thousand at a time."