A Pro Driver's Night Drive—Finally Busted!

I stepped out of the car and stood up. Huh, this female traffic cop was actually pretty tall!

I’m around 180 cm myself—definitely on the taller side—but this calm officer still gave me some pressure. Sure, her heels might’ve helped, but that didn’t change the fact she was seriously tall.

With those heels and her police cap on, she was just a hair shorter than me. Standing face to face, we were almost eye to eye. That alone proved her height was insane.

Take away the gear, and I’d guess she’s at least 174 or 175 cm. Not that I’m shocked—I’ve seen taller. Way taller. And that taller girl was right there in the black car… the same black car I’d driven her into this mess with.

Ugh, pointless thoughts. Better to focus on how to walk out of the police station in one piece!

No excuses left. Time to tough it out. Maybe she’ll forgive me ’cause I’m so cute!

Officer Calm pulled out the ultimate weapon: the breathalyzer.

So many heroes had fallen to this tiny device. Calling it a “god-tier tool” wasn’t an exaggeration.

She handed it to me. My first instinct? Smash it into her face, hijack the patrol car, and speed away with my Mount Akina-level skills to freedom!

Of course, instinct and action are worlds apart. I knew that’d mean life in prison—assaulting an officer? Only a brain-dead idiot would try that. Not me. No self-sabotage today.

I stared at the breathalyzer in my hand. So lost.

Mom, I’m still young! I don’t wanna go through this! I’ll study hard, become a pillar of society… If this is just a drunk dream, wake me up!

Drunk… sober… Wait! I must be drunk! This is all a dream! Ugh, what a nightmare. Time to shatter it—Reality Breaker!

*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*

“What’s wrong? Why are you slapping yourself? Need a hospital? Psych ward? Get treated before it gets worse!”

“Nah, nah! Just… itchy face. Mosquitoes. I was swatting ’em. Hit a bit too hard, but it doesn’t hurt! My skin just makes noise easily.”

“Really?”

“Totally! Watch—I’ll show you!”

*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*

“See? No pain. No hospital needed.”

“…Fine. Let’s do the breath test.”

As Calm turned away, I rubbed my reddened cheek, grimacing. Why did I pull that stunt again?

When she faced me, I wiped my expression clean, forcing a smile like nothing happened.

“I didn’t see any mosquitoes around.”

“Must’ve killed ’em all. Officer, let’s skip this—just do the test already!”

“Where are the dead mosquitoes?”

“Threw ’em away. Didn’t wanna gross you out. Testing or not? I’ll leave if you’re done!”

I turned to walk off. If she didn’t stop me, I’d vanish from this nightmare spot.

Of course, that escape was pure fantasy. Officer Calm wasn’t letting me go that easily.

She blocked my path, and I “reluctantly” turned back.

Felt like ages, but only minutes passed. No dodging reality’s punishment—I still had to face the breathalyzer.

Calm glanced at me, then nodded toward the device in my hand. I played dumb. She flicked her eyes at it again. Got it. Time to blow.

Wait—I remembered a meme: *inhale* into the breathalyzer to cheat it. Worth a shot.

I raised the device, gesturing to Calm. She nodded. Okay. I took a deep *inhale*.

“What are you doing? Blow!”

Nope. That trick was too dumb. If inhaling worked, why’d so many get caught?

Human nature—we cling to hope. Even me, thinking I’d outgrown that.

“Just… testing the gadget! Quality build. Seriously, no issue!”

I grinned sheepishly. Tricks were useless. Time to man up. Dad always said real men don’t whine.

I blew into it. Heart pounding.

*Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!*

Calm checked the device. My eyes followed hers, then locked onto her face. My pulse raced.

She looked up. “You’re free to go. No alcohol detected.”

What?! Seriously?!

I’d been drinking like crazy with Hejian Meiling—Li Bai-style toasts under the moon—and *nothing*?

Whatever. Don’t question luck. Remember: no zuo no die, why you try? Just walk away.

“Great! All clear then. Bye, Officer! Have a nice day!”

*Heh. Heh. Heh. Heh. Heh.*

Lucky me. Must be fate—or a broken breathalyzer. Who cares?

Shouldn’t read so many detective novels. Always overthinking now.

If life’s predictable, where’s the fun? Right?

Seeing no alcohol flagged, I turned toward Hejian Meiling’s car.

Walk, don’t run. Running screams guilt. What if they test again with a new device? Gotta slip away smoothly.

I’m an actor! An Oscar winner! You don’t see me!

I chanted it inwardly, praying my acting held.

Honestly, I could be a pro actor. Faking human daily—my skills aren’t bad.

But—

Wait. A slender, pale hand blocked my path.