The next morning.
At the entrance of "Pingan Driving School".
"I told you, I’m here to prepare for the driving test, so why are you following ?" ng Lang looked at Yan Weiwei beside him, sowhat speechless.
"I’m here to see how exactly you can ’smoothly maneuver, maintain a steady rhythm, and follow a clear path’ when reversing into the parking space!" Yan Weiwei revealed a trace of a cold smile.
"Uh..."
ng Lang was at a loss for words. I just said her driving skills were lacking, and she holds a grudge like this?
And that irritating comnt wasn’t even mine. Am I taking the fall for my brother here?
"Besides, who knows if you’re really preparing for the driving test or just using it as an excuse? I need to see for myself how many truths co out of your mouth, so our Haitang doesn’t end up being sold by you and still help you count the money!"
"So this is the real reason you ca to be the supervisor, huh?" ng Lang rolled his eyes.
"Of course not! Who let you get away with using that as an excuse to avoid drinking? Win and run off, you think you can get off that easy?"
"Uh... It’s just that you got drunk once because of , and you were the one who insisted, your competitive spirit is way too strong." ng Lang said helplessly.
"This has nothing to do with being competitive!"
"Then what does it have to do with?"
"With... anyway, I must get back my dignity!"
"Miss Yan, let offer you so advice, alcohol is not a good thing, not to ntion it’s bad for the stomach, and in case you encounter soone with bad intentions, it can affect your entire life. You need to be cautious..." ng Lang earnestly advised.
"What a joke! Bad intentions? You? Do you believe that even if I were drunk, I could reflexively beat you until you can’t take care of yourself!" Yan Weiwei said with disdain.
Hey, hey! I’m worried about you having bad intentions...
Just then, a middle-aged man walked out of the driving school’s gate, looking around before locking his gaze on ng Lang and the person beside him.
"ng Lang?" He walked over, looking at the two with so hesitation.
The middle-aged man in front of them looked to be in his forties, wearing a black vest with hair ticulously combed, and even the stubble on his face was cleanly shaved, signaling that he was soone who held himself to high standards.
He was also holding a thermos cup, exuding the air of soone familiar with the profession.
"Yes, that’s . A friend referred here to register. You must be the coach, right?" ng Lang smiled, reaching out his hand.
"So it really is you. Why did you bring your girlfriend?" The coach frowned.
"Uh..."
"Who... Who’s his girlfriend! You..."
Knowing Yan Weiwei’s temper, ng Lang quickly intervened to stop her, hastening to explain.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! She’s a friend of mine."
The man’s mouth twitched, "Friend? Didn’t you say it would just be you? Do you not realize there’s a limited number of spots? What’s this about adding soone last minute?"
"No, no, there’s been a misunderstanding. My friend here... she also wants to take the driving test. She’s just here today to observe the teaching style of your esteed school, right!" ng Lang quickly signaled to Yan Weiwei with his eyes.
"Hmph!" Yan Weiwei didn’t argue, but turned her head away with a cold snort.
The man frowned.
He was already sowhat displeased at having to abruptly cancel his own work to provide special service to soone who cut in line, and now there was even a woman tagging along as an observer.
But then he rembered that this was a task personally given to him by the general manager of the driving school, and thus, he pushed down that flicker of displeasure.
"My na is Tian Yu, one of the coaches here. Just call Coach Tian. Follow ."
Coach Tian led them inside the gates of the driving school.
"Good morning, Coach Tian!"
"Hello, Coach Tian!"
Along the way, staff mbers, whether they were receptionists or wearing coach badges, would eagerly greet Coach Tian with warmth.
He just nodded slightly, with a bit of pride, appearing to be soone of high standing within the driving school.
They arrived at an office hall.
"Take out your ID card for registration."
"Alright."
As ng Lang was registering, a man in a suit ca in. Seeing Coach Tian and the others, he quickly plastered a smile on his face and approached.
"Mr. ng, right? Hello, hello, I’m the manager here."
"Oh! I am, hello." ng Lang was taken aback for a mont.
"Mr. ng, this gentleman is our gold dal coach. Coach Tian was almost a professional racecar driver. His students have a 100 percent pass rate year after year.
Choosing our Pingan Driving School, you’ve made the right choice!
During this period, Coach Tian will be responsible for your one-on-one training, ensuring that you can pass the test within a month!"
The manager’s enthusiasm was overwhelming, treating ng Lang with VIP service.
Mainly because the captain from the traffic police brigade had personally recomnded him, the manager dared not neglect his duty!
"Uh... thank you."
What he really wanted to say was that he didn’t need a gold dal coach; he just needed a chance to take the test...
A month, huh...
ng Lang was troubled.
He only wanted a driver’s license as soon as possible, not to actually spend a month in driving school. There were so many things waiting for him.
At the lowest level, ti is money; at the highest level, ti is life!
So after the manager left, ng Lang turned to Coach Tian.
"Uh, Coach Tian... one month is a bit long, is there any way to arrange the test sooner? Actually, I do have so experience; I could go straight for the test."
Unexpectedly, Coach Tian seed even less pleased upon hearing this.
"You have experience? Is that why you’re here because your license was revoked?" He asked sternly.
"No, it’s not like that."
"So, have you driven before?"
"Uh... kind of."
"Either you have or you haven’t, what do you an ’kind of’?!
You think just because you’ve stepped on the gas pedal, you’ve driven a car? I hate these self-proclaid newbies the most.
Go straight for the test? If everyone bypassed the process like you do, wouldn’t I be training a bunch of road assassins? Wouldn’t that ruin my reputation?"
What about a connection? Even with a connection, they still have to follow the process!
Coach Tian looked rigid and righteous.
"It’s not...," ng Lang began to explain.
"Heh heh! This Coach Tian, don’t look down on our Mr. ng here. He’s known for driving not just with skill, but with artistry.
I’m here today specifically to observe and learn."
Yan Weiwei, arms folded, added fuel to the fire with great interest in the commotion, grinning slyly at ng Lang.
"Right, Mr. ng?"
Coach Tian was taken aback.
Driving not with skill, but with artistry... Ha! A toad lusting after swan at and what a big talk that is.
"Even if you talk pretty, incompetence is incompetence. As long as you’re a newbie, it’s my responsibility to ensure your safety.
From the very first day I drove till now, more than twenty years, there’s not even a scratch on my car, you know why?
It’s because of one principle! Safety first!"
"Right! Coach Tian, I totally agree with your principle, but really, I do have so foundation."
Coach Tian, about to scold with a stern face, rembered this fellow was soone the manager had especially referred to him and couldn’t be offended too severely.
He could only wave his hand dismissively.
"Alright, since you say you have so foundation, go run a couple of laps at the training ground let have a look.
If the assessnt is satisfactory, letting you take the test sooner isn’t out of the question.
Of course, if it’s not up to par, then you’ll start from the very basics, pressing on the clutch!"
"Hmm! I think that’s a pretty good idea!" Yan Weiwei smiled at ng Lang, her grin widening.
ng Lang sighed with resignation, "Fine then... I guess I’ll embarrass myself!"
...
The training ground.
"What are you doing up here?"
"Recording, of course! To capture the grandeur of a master driving, to reflect and learn from later! Heh heh heh..." Yan Weiwei revealed a sly grin.
She sat in the back seat, her phone cara pointed squarely at ng Lang at the driver’s seat.
If ng Lang’s performance was poor, even reversing could cross the line, or stalling on a slope, best if the coach could yell till he was blue in the face!
If she sent the video to the group later, wouldn’t this guy’s true colors as "good at nothing but boasting" be revealed to the whole world?
Right! And then I’ll make a video to post on Douyin, have the entire nation witness your embarrassnt, that would make for an even better show!
I’m such a clever little devil!
Hmph! Criticize my driving skills, will you? A woman’s vengeance is too slow if it waits till the next day!
Oh ho ho...
ng Lang saw how sinisterly she was laughing and figured she was up to no good, rolling his eyes in response.
He ignored her and began to adjust the car for driving comfort.
Initially, Coach Tian was leisurely sipping tea from his thermos, but upon seeing ng Lang expertly adjusting the seat and mirrors, he raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.
"Vroom~" The car started, but ng Lang didn’t rush to drive, instead gently pressing the gas pedal.
"Vroom~ Vroom~" ng Lang’s eyes narrowed slightly as he seed to carefully discern the fluctuating engine sounds, a peculiar look of enjoynt spreading across his face.
This action brought a hint of astonishnt into Coach Tian’s eyes.
If the earlier adjustnts were basic, the behavior now was not sothing a beginner would show.
It was clearly a sign of checking the car’s condition.
However, such skill, besides having been seen among professional drivers who deal with cars year-round, would surely not be found in an ordinary person.
"Err... do you really have driving experience? How many years?"
If you’re counting driving experience, I’m afraid it might even be older than you...
"Heh heh! Driving age is but a number, but speaking of experience... I do have so racing experience."
ng Lang slowly buckled his seatbelt, releasing the handbrake.
The mont his hand grasped the gear shift, his lips curled into a smile, like an old friend reunited.
I’ve confird the model; it’s the manual transmission I like...
My entire cerebral cortex seed to be leaping with joy, that familiar feeling was back!
"Racing experience?" Yan Weiwei and Coach Tian both looked perplexed.
"What kind of race?"
The fingers holding the gear shift twitched slightly, and a reserved smile spread across his lips.
"The Bayin Buluke Rally!"
"The Bayin Buluke Rally?" Coach Tian muttered to himself, his face twisting into a strange expression.
Seeing Coach Tian’s face, Yan Weiwei asked in confusion.
"What? Is that rally sothing impressive?"
Could it be that this guy was actually an undiscovered great talent?
Coach Tian looked constipated.
"No, it’s not about being impressive, I’ve simply never heard of this rally..."
"Err..." X2
"Pfft!" Yan Weiwei imdiately burst into laughter.
Coach Tian, reportedly almost a professional driver, should be well-inford about racing events both dostic and international. Him never having heard of it only ant this was clearly boastful talk!
This guy, such an actor! I almost believed it!
ng Lang also paused, non-existent? Impossible! I clearly rember...
Wait a minute!
In the book, the ti of my participation seed to be around 2040, which would be in twenty plus years.
That ans this rally doesn’t even exist now, right?
ng Lang smiled ruefully and then put the car in gear.
What does it matter if the whole world is unaware?
The biggest secret of all is that I know... my future is not a dream!
"Boom!" The car zood away amidst the violent roar of the engine...
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