She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 174: Garbage Truck Sean, a teenage boy addicted to the internet, snuck out to play games at an intecafe again last night.

In his freshman year of high school, he becobsessed with a gcalled "Arena of Valor" and even formed a team with sfun buddies called "Shit under the turret". As the founder of the team, he rightfully bectheir captain. Two years had passed since then and he had grown from a small Bronze player to now being a prestigious 125-star player. He excelled in playing jungle position.

The internet-addicted teenager had his own idol, not one of those fair- skinned beauties in showbiz or muscular football stars but rather an unknown legend in gaming named PeachThief.

In middle school, Sean stumbled upon an interview video featuring this talented player and was amazed by her skills so much that when he entered high school, he began idolizing PeachThief as well.

She was best at playing jungle champions, so Sean started playing these types of champions too.

The Season 17 was coming to an end, and the second half of the year marked the start of the annual professional player competition for the Season 18.

Sean's team would participate in this competition where next week was just preliminary selection at school level.

As their captain, Sean naturally could not be absent so he spent all night practicing with his teammates until dawn.

Malaya was supposed to accompany Nora for this national art competition but she received a last-minute invitation from her friends who wanted to go mountain climbing today.

It angered Malaya that she was the last one being told.

To teach her friends a lesson, Malaya let Sean escort Nora instead. Coincidentally, Sean's girlfriend, Mikaela, was receiving art training at a stuoutside of school, a sturun by Xzavier and his friends. Today, they also brought their students to watch the competition.

"I just woke up, why aren't we there yet?" yawned Sean while checking messages on his phone only realizing that Cheyenne topped trending news which instantly woke him up.

In the villa, Cheyenne had just got up.

Last night, that girl Kate had given her resources for a BL series, and in order to binge-watch it, she had stayed up until around 2:00 AM. While brushing her teeth this morning, she happened to notice that today's date was circled on the calendar.

She stood in front of the calendar, looking utterly perplexed, thinking for a while with her toothbrush almost frozen in her mouth. She tilted her head, trying to remember what important thing was supposed to happen today. Generally, anything circled in red meant it was her main task for the day.

Then Layne called her. "Cheyenne, hurry up and cto the City Cultural Center. The competition starts in half an hour and participants need to be there fifteen minutes early. Where are you?" "What competition?" Cheyenne asked as she spat out toothpaste foam into the sink.

Layne nearly lost his temper on the other end of the line. "You forgot? The bet you made with Nora at the beginning of this month... it starts today." "I... I forgot," Cheyenne admitted.

With only half an hour left, even if she skipped makeup and changing clothes, it seemed like she might not make it in time, because her car had been destroyed in a previous accident.

Should she just not go? As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she heard a loud engine outside her door.

A sanitation truck was parked outside with its music blaring loudly and continuously, breaking the silence.

The driver rolled down his window and stuck out his gray-haired head wearing a yellow sanitation cap - he actually looked kind of stylish! "Cheyenne! Get in!" he shouted over the noise.

Cheyenne stared at him with mixed emotions written all over her face while Layne had no choice but to take this ride since he didn't have a car himself; calling for a taxi would waste precious minutes during rush hour traffic anyway...

He even considered using that tractor he'd kept hidden away, but he couldn't bear using it, so he found a garbage truck instead! After all, there was not tleft for him and this was the best vehicle he could find for now.

Cheyenne covered her face with her hands as she got into the truck and fastened her seatbelt in the passenger seat. As soon as the truck started, a loud noise cfrom behind.

Curious, she glanced at the rear-view mirror and saw a middle-aged woman in a deep green floral dress, her hair adorned with purple curlers. She was briskly chasing after the truck, carrying two large bags of garbage in her hands.

"Hey, don't leave yet! I still have garbage to throw away!" the woman shouted.

Layne listened and stepped on the gas pedal, driving out several dozen meters along the way. The woman was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do with the trash bags in her hands...

On their way, there were people giving them way because of an unbearable stench.

"Cheyenne, you shouldn't look down on garbage trucks like that. Youshould know that every job is worthy of respect that of respect. Back then I even dug cow dung myself without gloves," Layne said. "After you were born, I personally carried you out of your crib with my cow dung-covered hands," he added.

Cheyenne blinked. Although what he said was right, it still made her feel uncomfortable.

"Grandpa, I didn't say it's bad. It's just that you don't have to emphasize carryingwith your dung-covered Ν hands: Especially don't say it outside!" Cheyenne replied firmly. Layne chuckled and nodded his head in agreement.

The competition was about to begin, and participants were arriving one after another. The 10-acre cultural center was surprisingly crowded, with people filling every available space.

Nora sat in the front row, smiling politely while sitting straight.

Behind her, several boys discreetly took out their phones and snapped pictures of her silhouette, posting them on their social media with captions like: "Met the goddess Nora today, so my trip wasn't in vain!" At this tthere were speculations about Cheyenne who had not yet appeared: "The competition is about to start; From Nora's confident appearance, I can tell she must be well-prepared! Can't wait!" "That vicious woman Cheyenne seems like she hasn't shown up yet; could it be that she's scared?" "I bet she won't show up; if I lose, then I'll live stream myself boiling leather belts!"