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Chapter 157 - 131 My Future is Not a Dream

Chapter 157: Chapter 131 My Future is Not a Dream

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 me?" Meng Lang looked at Yan Weiwei beside him, somewhat 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..."

Meng 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 comment 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 come 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 came to be the supervisor, huh?" Meng 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 me, and you were the one who insisted, your competitive spirit is way too strong." Meng 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 me offer you some advice, alcohol is not a good thing, not to mention it’s bad for the stomach, and in case you encounter someone with bad intentions, it can affect your entire life. You need to be cautious..." Meng 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 Meng Lang and the person beside him.

"Meng Lang?" He walked over, looking at the two with some hesitation.

The middle-aged man in front of them looked to be in his forties, wearing a black vest with hair meticulously combed, and even the stubble on his face was cleanly shaved, signaling that he was someone who held himself to high standards.

He was also holding a thermos cup, exuding the air of someone familiar with the profession.

"Yes, that’s me. A friend referred me here to register. You must be the coach, right?" Meng 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, Meng 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 someone 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 esteemed school, right!" Meng 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 somewhat displeased at having to abruptly cancel his own work to provide special service to someone who cut in line, and now there was even a woman tagging along as an observer.

But then he remembered 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 name is Tian Yu, one of the coaches here. Just call me Coach Tian. Follow me."

Coach Tian led them inside the gates of the driving school.

"Good morning, Coach Tian!"

"Hello, Coach Tian!"

Along the way, staff members, 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 someone of high standing within the driving school.

They arrived at an office hall.

"Take out your ID card for registration."

"Alright."

As Meng Lang was registering, a man in a suit came in. Seeing Coach Tian and the others, he quickly plastered a smile on his face and approached.

"Mr. Meng, right? Hello, hello, I’m the manager here."

"Oh! I am, hello." Meng Lang was taken aback for a moment.

"Mr. Meng, this gentleman is our gold medal 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 Meng Lang with VIP service.

Mainly because the captain from the traffic police brigade had personally recommended 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 medal coach; he just needed a chance to take the test...

A month, huh...

Meng 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, time is money; at the highest level, time is life!

So after the manager left, Meng 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 some experience; I could go straight for the test."

Unexpectedly, Coach Tian seemed 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 mean ’kind of’?!

You think just because you’ve stepped on the gas pedal, you’ve driven a car? I hate these self-proclaimed 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...," Meng Lang began to explain.

"Heh heh! This Coach Tian, don’t look down on our Mr. Meng 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 Meng Lang.

"Right, Mr. Meng?"

Coach Tian was taken aback.

Driving not with skill, but with artistry... Ha! A toad lusting after swan meat 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 some foundation."

Coach Tian, about to scold with a stern face, remembered this fellow was someone 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 some foundation, go run a couple of laps at the training ground let me have a look.

If the assessment 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 Meng Lang, her grin widening.

Meng 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 camera pointed squarely at Meng Lang at the driver’s seat.

If Meng 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 embarrassment, 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...

Meng 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 Meng Lang expertly adjusting the seat and mirrors, he raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

"Vroom~" The car started, but Meng Lang didn’t rush to drive, instead gently pressing the gas pedal.

"Vroom~ Vroom~" Meng Lang’s eyes narrowed slightly as he seemed to carefully discern the fluctuating engine sounds, a peculiar look of enjoyment spreading across his face.

This action brought a hint of astonishment into Coach Tian’s eyes.

If the earlier adjustments were basic, the behavior now was not something 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 some racing experience."

Meng Lang slowly buckled his seatbelt, releasing the handbrake.

The moment his hand grasped the gear shift, his lips curled into a smile, like an old friend reunited.

I’ve confirmed the model; it’s the manual transmission I like...

My entire cerebral cortex seemed 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 something 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 immediately burst into laughter.

Coach Tian, reportedly almost a professional driver, should be well-informed about racing events both domestic and international. Him never having heard of it only meant this was clearly boastful talk!

This guy, such an actor! I almost believed it!

Meng Lang also paused, non-existent? Impossible! I clearly remember...

Wait a minute!

In the book, the time of my participation seemed to be around 2040, which would be in twenty plus years.

That means this rally doesn’t even exist now, right?

Meng 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 zoomed away amidst the violent roar of the engine...