Chapter 63 Take Me to the Bar

  "Stop showing off! Jump down quickly! Don't worry, I'll catch you!" Zhou Shaoming exclaimed in a low voice.

  "You can hold me now!" Ai Weier also had some palpitations, looking at Zhou Shaoming's position, her small voice trembling as she said, then suddenly jumped down.

  Although she was only a 16-year-old girl, her weight wasn't very heavy, but the impact of jumping down from a fence over two meters high wasn't something Zhou Shaoming could withstand in an instant. Moreover, Ai Weier didn't jump very steadily and fell diagonally, with her shoulder directly landing on Zhou Shaoming's chest. As he was caught off guard, Zhou Shaoming could only barely hold onto Ai Weier before they both rolled to the ground together.

  "Oh no, my mom! You're going to crush me to death!" Zhou Shaoming's eyes were welling up with tears of pain as he gritted his teeth and contorted his face in agony, speaking to Ai Weier who was pressing down on him.

  "Haha! Safe landing! I'm free!" Ai Weier didn't care about Zhou Shaoming's worried face, she just sprang up and rushed straight to that Harley-Davidson motorcycle.

  "My goodness! It's so beautiful! Too cool!" Aimeier gazed at the Harley-Davidson in front of her, touching its cold steel and dazzling paint job, involuntarily exclaiming.

  Zhou Shaoming slowly got up from the ground, rubbing the sore spot on his chest that Ai Weier had bumped into, and said with a crying face: "You little girl, I'm almost dead, and you're still looking at it!"

  "You're so tall and strong, can you crush me to death? Don't pretend! Quick, ride it and take me away!" Aimeier excitedly jumped onto the back seat, patting the cushion for Zhou Shaoming to hurry up and come.

  "Where are you going? To America? It can't run that far!" Zhou Shaoming thought Ai Weier agreed to be his heroine, and said with a pat on the head.

  "Who said he went to the US! Hurry up and go to Napa Valley Bar! There's a rock concert there! It's already started! Come on, uncle!" Ai Weier looked at the watch on her right hand and said anxiously.

  Zhou Shaoming couldn't help but laugh bitterly. It turned out that Ai Weier had secretly called him over, only to have him serve as a free chauffeur.

  "Alright! Let's go!" Zhou Shaoming merely twitched his lips, then started the Harley and left the small cottage that had already fallen into slumber behind him.

  Haley zoomed down the deserted street on her Fat Boy, approaching a hundred yards per second, and Amy forgot herself, removing her helmet to let her bright chestnut hair flow in the wind, leaning back against the rear seat, stretching out both hands, and shouting loudly: "Hey! Napani! Good evening!"

  The howling wind swept away Ai Weier's cries, and on the wide, deserted road, speed caused Zhou Shaoming's adrenaline to surge, and for a moment, the accelerator roared, and the Harley Fat Boy let out a deafening roar, shooting forward like an arrow off the string.

  "Hurry up! Faster! Haha, it's too exciting!" Aimeier shouted with glee, swinging the helmet in her hand like a meteor hammer, not afraid of speeds over 100 yards per second, and even urging Zhou Shaoming to go faster.

  Zhou Shaoming just smiled slightly, and the accelerator in his hand roared again. The Harley's speed suddenly increased, and before long, it arrived in front of a brightly lit bar.

  The car slowed to a stop, and Zhou Shaoming looked up to see the words "Napapi Wine Bar" in front of him. The entrance was simply decorated, with small rock music posters covering one wall.

  It seems like a concert organized by rock music enthusiasts in this town.

  "What? There's a rock concert here? It just looks like a karaoke!" Zhou Shaoming asked.

  "Right, we're playing real rock! Come on in!" Leaving home, Aimeier seemed to be a bird leaving its cage, jumping and skipping happily. She hastily grabbed Zhou Shaoming's hand and rushed into the bar.

  Aimee was lively, smiling and greeting the various people entering and leaving the bar, while every man piled up a face full of smiles, chatting with Aimee for a few words or stretching out his hand to give her a friendly high-five.

  "You seem very popular!" Zhou Shaoming asked curiously.

  "That's for sure! The whole Napa Valley knows me, Ai Wei'er! One day, I'll spread my wings and fly high, standing on the stage in front of thousands of people, stretching out my hands, exuding a cool charm that's bone-deep, letting everyone know, it's me, it's me, Ai Wei'er!" Ai Wei'er said with a serious tone while making a silly face.

  "Why should I take you to Hollywood if you don't believe me? I can help you avoid a lot of detours!" Zhou Shaoming asked in puzzlement.

  "I don't want to be a movie star, I want to be a singer! To be the interpreter of my soul and create unique music is my goal! Please, great director sir, I believe you are, but I'm not interested! Maybe when I become a big star, I'll consider making a guest appearance in your movie just for fun!" Ai Weier said nonchalantly, as if she was convinced that she could achieve success through her own efforts.

  Zhou Shaoming didn't ask again, he thought for a moment, it seemed that he didn't have any friends in the music industry, so he couldn't deceive Aimee into going to Hollywood with the excuse of recommending her to a record company. Moreover, Zhou Shaoming didn't want to force others to do what he wanted to do himself.

  He simply shook his head and thought about moving Aimee from another angle, letting her willingly help him perform in "The Spring of the Cowherd Class".

  Entering the bar, the deafening music was blasting wildly, as if it was about to shake the whole place down. In the midst of this turbulent music, the not-too-large space was already packed with handsome men and beautiful women, each holding their hands up high and partying wildly. On the DJ stage, a tall and slender DJ, who looked quite handsome, was enthusiastically shaking his long hair and occasionally stretching out his thin arms to direct the crowd's movements.

  The sudden music made Zhou Shaoming involuntarily cover his ears, and the rhythm of that exceptionally fast music seemed to have a kind of enchanting magic that could penetrate people's eardrums, as if the nerves in one's limbs were tied with transparent silk threads, making people uncontrollably manipulated by the music, swaying along with it.

  The music was too loud, and everyone was almost shouting in each other's ears, occasionally bursting into uninhibited laughter, with extremely excited expressions on every face.

  "Great! The High Flying Band hasn't started performing yet!" Aimeier pulled Zhou Shaoming to sit down, then shouted loudly at the waiter: "Hey! Bring a beer and another glass of juice!"

  Zhou Shaoming asked: "What's this? You guys don't even let minors drink?"

  "Of course not, but I'll sneak a few sips later, don't tell anyone!" Aimeier flashed her signature mischievous grin and made a silly face, giggling as she spoke.

  The music suddenly stopped, the tall and thin DJ held the mic and said: "Hey, welcome to Napaani Bar! Today's High Fly Music Festival is about to begin! Let's rock together!"

  The people in the bar burst into a warm applause, and Aimeier also followed suit, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout, looking extremely excited.