Novel Full Chapter 997 Downtime I - Drifting > Drag Race
Chapter 997 Downtime I – Drifting > Drag Race
Before we finished our meal, I gave Dr. Nichols a brief description of this place’s PED use and she was more than welcome to give all of them an impromptu doctor’s appointment because this place severely needed one. That made her take Chloe and Mimi with her to learn some things on the job, but I pushed Kaley with them so she wouldn’t mope about being left out.
Dr. Nichols let out a knowing smile, “Oh? You were supposed to be a nurse like Mimi?”
Kaley embarrassedly scratched the side of her cheek, “Y-Yeah… About that—”
She chuckled, “Oh~ A little over-achiever, are we? Leave some for the rest of us, alright? But yeah, come with us. I’ll try to teach you a few things but it’s not as exciting as what you do. Literally. Unless someone suddenly gets a heart attack and we have to resuscitate them.”
“T-That happens on a regular basis?”
“Pfft… Hopefully not… Mostly elevated blood pressure is the best we get but this will be a good experience for me because I haven’t had this many people doing drugs that enhance their muscle-building ability. Their hearts should be given a check-up like he said but I dunno if we have the right tools…”
Quinn interjected, “What other tools do you need? We have that thing you put your ears on?”
Dr. Nichols tried not to stifle a laugh, “A stethoscope? I brought mine, actually, but I’ll need an X-ray machine, an Electrocardiogram Machine, and an Echocardiogram Machine, or if we’re being fancy, throw in an MRI Machine as well.”
Quinn never looked so somber, “Fuck… We’re missing all of that, huh? Well, except for this portable X-Ray we have… I wish we have an MRI so I could accurately check my body composition since it’s been a while—”
I cut in, “We have one at home, remember? But if we’re checking for body fat percentage, you’re probably in the 30s—”
“SAY WHAT?!” Quinn shrieked at the top of her lungs before everyone else tried to avoid my laser eyes.
I held my ground, “You— Have you seen your tits and your ass?! You’d be 20% body fat if you lose just those! You’re fucking shredded while having fat in all of the right places but it’s still fat!”
“BUT 30% IS STILL—”
“Who fucking cares?!”
“I DO!”
“I DON’T! YOU’RE PERFECT!”
“…!”
“What?!”
Quinn had never been so red from her anger turning to embarrassment, “D-Don’t say it like t-that…”
‘Ah, fuck… She’s too cute like this…’
Hearing that, I didn’t think I’d summon this side of Quinn in front of everybody else but fucking everybody else blew up and tried to fish the same compliment out of me.
“WHAT ABOUT ME, HUH?! I’M YOUR WIFE!”
“I’ll pile on, pfft… Compliment me too!”
“And me! I’ve heard some sweet nothing from you but not perfect~ That’s a little…”
“It’s because my tits are too small, huh?! Is that it?!”
“I’M SORRY I WASN’T GIFTED!”
“I-I’M STILL GROWING, ALRIGHT?!”
In any case, all I had to do to not dig myself into an even deeper grave was to shut everyone out and skip away to have a change of clothes. It was easy enough to find overalls that would fit but as the rest were doing their own things, I found out that Tatiana would be putting all of the cadets in a brutal workout.
It wasn’t advisable to out-exercise what they just ate but it seemed like Tatiana was bent on establishing the pecking order by making them beg for their lives as their muscles would be put on the verge of tearing.
But yeah, the music Quinn put on blast in her garage drowned out their cries as the three of us started doing our own thing to our cars.
Honestly, I still couldn’t believe that they’d just hand me this Impreza that belonged to one of their top dogs—Jackie, the #2 guy—but I found a little surprise inside that wasn’t present on it the last time I drove it, or to the best that I could remember. It was this little—no, big canister of sorts that had the propensity to increase the car’s horsepower by a whole lot and at the same time, had the propensity to blow the engine with one mishap.
I waved Quinn over who was busy tinkering with her DB9, “Quinn? A moment?”
She looked at me annoyed, “Already?”
“Huh?”
“We’ve barely started and you already want me to blow you—”
“Pfft…” Alexa chuckled from the back who was still mixing paint for Mr. Alvarez’s car.
I rolled my eyes, “I appreciate that—and for the record, I’ll ask to eat you first—but why is there NOS on my car?”
She looked at me like I was a fool, “You don’t want it? I made the gang put it in for you! If you don’t want it, you can just take it out—”
I cut her off, “No, thank you. It’s just that I won’t get to use it as much.”
“Seriously?”
“What?”
Quinn chuckled as she wiped the sweat off her brow, “I thought you were the in-case-of-emergency guy? I’m not asking you to drag race, that’s just for a little boost in case of an emergency. Or you know, if you want to ram a motherfucker and you just wanna make sure they find their remains on the other side of the globe.”
I chuckled, “Ah, you’re right, you’re right… Drag’s boring anyway—”
Quinn’s eyes never rounded this much, “YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK! DRAG’S FUCKING AWESOME! IT’S A BATTLE OF PRECISION, TIMING, AND STRAIGHT-UP POWER! WHY’D YOU HATE IT?! PSH! YOU’RE THE SAME AS JESUS, HUH?! ALL MOBILITY AND NO POWER—”
I cut her off, “Aside from being the in-case-of-emergency guy and the Drift King, I’m also the Shift King and the only thing that’ll hinder me in a drag race is a faulty machine. That’s why it’s fucking boring to me. Do you understand? If everything’s right, I fucking know how the race will end because shifting at the right time was never an RNG thing for me. I’m that robotic but in a good way.”