Race To The Future

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"Are you sure you're going to race tonight?" A beautiful and sweet woman in black, orange, gray with a purple touch, asked the woman who was now busy playing with her cellphone.

"Hmm." The woman muttered in response without looking at the woman who asked.

"Then I'll go to the stands," she said.

"Hmm." once again was just a mumble in response.

The beautiful woman just sighed roughly and left the woman, who was still busy playing with her cellphone.

Not long after. The woman got up from her seat. Walk with a helmet and headed for her motorbike, which was already in the parking lot in the arena.

The woman saw the figure of a man walking casually wearing all black clothes with a full-face helmet of the same color. She could see the disdainful look in the eyes of the man figure directed at her. They both ride their respective motorbikes located next to each other.

"It seems, tonight you have to prepare to lose to me," she said confidently.

The male figure just clucked and still maintained his disdainful look.

Tonight, the woman was confident enough to win.

The woman in minimal clothing, carrying a flag in her hand, leads to the center of the arena counting, down from three to one. Then the sound of the roar of a motorbike along with the screaming sound of the audience shouts the name of their champion although, the most is the name of the woman and the figure of the man dressed in black earlier, known as Black Rider. The figure is so mysterious that he always wears black, and his full-face helmet never comes off. If he doesn't wear a helmet, he will wear a mask and don't forget the fact. This figure is her rival.

Because only Black Rider is the only person who can beat her in every race but tonight seems to be her lucky night.

That woman managed to beat Black Rider tonight, it's not her first win, but the sensation is always the same.

"I told you tonight I will beat you."

The figure snorted, hearing his opponent's lead in a victory.

"Tomorrow, I will make sure you keep your mouth shut in defeat." The figure sped away with a roar of motorbikes.

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Seen a woman with a uniform that is far from neat, a coat that is not buttoned, she also unbuttoned the top of her shirt, exposing her collarbones and brown and purple hair. The woman's appearance did not reflect a student walking towards class while chewing gum.

"Hey, bitch." Agatha greeted when she sat in her chair.

"Do we know each other?" she said sarcastically.

"I told you breakfast with something spicy isn't good for you, Fang Alina Yin."

"I haven't even had a damn breakfast yet" the woman named Alina laid her head on the table.

"How was last night?" Agatha asked.

"Loss, my allowance for a month is floating." She answered languidly

Losing what Alina means here is her defeat last night playing poker. If Agatha races, she will play poker in the arena because the arena provides many facilities, including bars and casinos, although not too big. And just like Agatha , Alina has an enemy in black clothes wearing a mask called Black As. The person who beat her last night made her have to be willing to give up a sum of money that was worth millions.

"No wonder you look like a ghost now, gloomy and scary," Agatha said while pretending to get Goosebumps.

"Damn you." Alina immediately beat Agatha brutally.

"Aw...that hurts, stupid. We better go to the canteen, I will pay for it." It's better to lose the money than to have her body made into a living bag by Alina.

"Don't lie to you," Alina couldn't immediately believe what Agatha said. Because Agatha had often gone with her every time, the case of paying the woman would make the same excuse 'I left my wallet behind' a hassle.

"I'm serious this time."

"Watch out. If you lie, I'll take your intestines out with my own hands." She said as she looked at his hands raised in the air.

"You sound like a psychopath, you know." Agatha said with a little goosebumps.

"Whatever, let's hurry to the cafeteria."

The two cute girls got up from their seats. When they were a few steps away from the classroom, they heard one of the students talking.

"I heard there will be a hair check today, is that right?"

"Luckily, I didn't dye my hair."

"Wow, even though the red color matches your hair."

Agatha and Alina didn't listen to the conversation because their focus was on each other's hair.