Lu Qiangqian froze for a moment when Lu Yang rubbed her head. Then she immediately swatted his hand away.
"I'm not going out to play," she said. "I'm staying here to run the shop. We're almost out of drinks—go restock."
She was still annoyed about him wanting to sell the convenience store.
Lu Yang could only laugh bitterly and head out to restock.
After Lu Yang left, Lu Qiangqian's face slowly turned red.
Although she'd roughly brushed his hand away just now, she couldn't deny that what he said had warmed her heart.
But warmth alone couldn't fill stomachs.
Sales and profits—that was what really mattered.
Just as Lu Qiangqian was about to turn back into the shop, another group of road cyclists rode up to the mountaintop.
The moment she saw them, her eyes lit up.
In her eyes, they were nothing but walking stacks of money.
Stop.Stop.Stop.
She silently chanted in her heart, hands clenched and unclenched as if performing some kind of ritual.
As if guided by some mysterious force, the cyclists slowed down beside the Longjing convenience store. Two of them immediately dismounted and walked toward the shop.
Success!
Lu Qiangqian's large eyes curved into happy crescents. She deliberately stepped aside, generously clearing the entrance so they could go in and shop freely.
What made her smile freeze was the fact that the two didn't enter the shop at all.
They stopped right in front of her.
The man in red riding gear removed his helmet and asked politely, "Sorry to bother you, but I wanted to ask—have you seen someone nearby who races… in a wheelchair?"
The one asking was Lv Jing, the same man who had filmed Lu Yang racing downhill in a wheelchair.
His purpose for coming to Longjing Mountain today was obvious.
He was here to find the Wheelchair God.
Not just him and Cadong—today, a whole group of cycling friends had come on their own initiative, all eager to see what kind of person this so-called wheelchair racing legend really was.
"A wheelchair?"
"Racing?"
Hearing these wild words, Lu Qiangqian tilted her head in confusion. Her twin ponytails hung unevenly, and she looked one step away from a question mark popping up over her head.
What did wheelchairs have to do with racing?
"Are you sure we're speaking the same language?" Lu Qiangqian kindly reminded him.
"Looks like you haven't seen him," Lv Jing said, the anticipation on his face fading.
If this girl really had seen the Wheelchair God, she wouldn't be wearing such a baffled expression.
How could wheelchairs not be related to racing?
"It's fine, Brother Lu. Let's ask somewhere else," Cadong said, patting Lv Jing on the shoulder as his belly wobbled. He turned to leave.
Seeing them about to go, Lu Qiangqian immediately panicked.
A group this size—if each person bought just one bottle of water, that would be huge sales!
"Wait! Wait!" Lu Qiangqian blurted out.
Lv Jing and Cadong stopped and turned back to look at her.
Though she looked innocent and young, Lu Qiangqian put on a surprisingly seasoned air, planting one hand on her hip and waving the other.
"I grew up on this mountain and run a convenience store here. If someone like the Wheelchair God you mentioned really shows up, I'll definitely notice."
Hearing this, Lv Jing and Cadong exchanged a glance and felt she had a point.
"Then please keep an eye out for us. Here's my number—if you see someone racing in a wheelchair, please give me a call." Lv Jing handed his phone over.
"That's no problem at all. But…" Lu Qiangqian smoothly shifted the topic.
"Aren't you thirsty? Want something to drink?"
"Huh? Oh—yeah, we actually are," Cadong replied immediately, clearly catching her hint.
He stepped forward, opened the dusty fridge, grabbed nearly twenty bottles of drinks, and handed one to each cyclist behind him.
Seeing this, Lu Qiangqian beamed with delight and happily saved Lv Jing's phone number.
"Don't worry! As long as someone's rolling a wheelchair on Longjing Mountain, I won't miss it!" She slapped the fridge door confidently.
Lv Jing and Cadong led the group downhill.
Before Lu Qiangqian could even sit down to rest, another wave of cyclists arrived at the summit, stopping to buy water in front of the store.
"So this is where the Wheelchair God took that curve?"
"Yeah. Every cycling group in Wulin City has been blowing up about it. The background in that video was Longjing Mountain."
"It's confirmed. I even asked the video uploader—it was filmed here."
The cyclists chatted excitedly, and Lu Qiangqian heard every word.
Wheelchair God again!
Even before Lv Jing's video went viral on Station-N, it had already spread wildly through cycling circles across Wulin City.
Countless riders had come to Longjing Mountain just to see what kind of person the Wheelchair God really was.
Even if they couldn't see him, being part of the excitement was good enough.
All morning long, Lu Qiangqian encountered nearly a hundred cyclists.
They bought out the fridge completely.
That single morning's sales rivaled an entire month's revenue.
Lu Qiangqian was practically glowing with joy.
Near noon, Lu Yang finally arrived at the Longjing convenience store in a minivan.
"Why are you only back now? You're late!" Lu Qiangqian complained unhappily.
If the drinks hadn't sold out before restocking, she could've made even more money.
"What do you mean late? Our drinks—" Lu Yang got out of the minivan, turned around, and nearly dislocated his jaw at the sight of the empty fridge.
Before he left, it had still been well-stocked. How was it completely empty after just one morning?
"So you finally decided to sell the convenience store?" Lu Yang scratched his head, genuinely puzzled.
"That's nonsense! You're the one who wanted to sell it!" Lu Qiangqian snapped, her face flushing—then immediately realizing something felt off.
It was Lu Yang who wanted to sell the store in the first place.
"I sold out all the drinks this morning," Lu Qiangqian said proudly, lifting her chin. Beads of clear sweat slid down her fair neck.
"Sold out? How did you sell that much?" Lu Yang asked in shock.
Lu Qiangqian wasn't one to brag, so she honestly explained.
"It's all thanks to someone called the Wheelchair God. Apparently he raced here, so a ton of cyclists followed and came to Longjing Mountain…"
She repeated everything she'd heard that morning, her words full of admiration for the Wheelchair God.
Anyone who helped her sell that much water deserved her worship.
"Alright, alright, enough," she waved him off.
"You never exercise anyway. How would you understand this stuff?"
After speaking so much, Lu Qiangqian headed back into the shop, gesturing for Lu Yang to stock the fridge.
As the hero who sold all those drinks, she was going back to enjoy the air conditioning.
Lu Yang stood dumbfounded in front of the fridge, hugging a crate of peach tea.
After hearing all that, how could he not understand?
That so-called Wheelchair God—was him.