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Chapter 158 - 132: Just Want to Give the Story an Ending
Chapter 158: Chapter 132: Just Want to Give the Story an Ending
"Is your speed a bit too fast?"
"Fast? It’s only 100."
"Hey, hey! We’re turning; if you don’t slow down, I’m going to hit the brakes!"
"Coach, it’s best if you don’t hit the brakes when I’m driving; it’ll disrupt the car’s balance at its limit."
Coach Tian: "???"
"Tsk~"
...
On one side of the training field.
"Clutch! Clutch! Control your speed! What, are you driving a Ferrari? In a hurry to get off work?"
"Parking! Turn right sharply... too slow! Turn back a half circle, again, oh my! Why are you so clumsy! Reverse, reverse, reverse... good! Stop!
Why are you still peering out? Don’t bother looking, you definitely crossed the line!"
Inside the passenger seat, the coach was holding his forehead.
"Uh... sorry, Coach, I’ll practice more."
The speaker was a tall, skinny young man with black-framed glasses and long hair, looking somewhat artistic. He faced the coach, who looked helpless, with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
"Han Fei, no, Brother Han, I only have one car and I have to teach four or five people. You’ve already been practicing for almost half an hour.
Turn your head, look at those beauties in the rest area. Yes, those long-legged ones, their legs are almost trembling like Parkinson’s; is that appropriate?"
"But Coach, my test for subject two is tomorrow..." Han Fei said, scratching his head.
"Isn’t that the case for everyone!!"
Seeing that his coach’s forehead was bulging with veins, the young man shrunk his neck, not daring to say more, and unbuckled his seatbelt.
"That... Coach, is there anything else I need to be aware of for tomorrow’s test?" The young man turned around again, eager to learn.
The coach took a sip of water and glanced at him, "Pay attention to the timing of the next makeup exam!"
Han Fei: "..."
He returned to the rest area with a dejected face, where a fellow learner patted him on the shoulder.
"Got scolded again, huh? I tell you, you’re something else; making a usually calm Coach Lu so rattled is not something just anyone can achieve!"
"Sigh! Dreams and reality are indeed different. Actually... when I was a child, my dream was to become a race car driver," Han Fei said with a melancholic face.
"What happened then?"
"Well, you see, I came to get my driver’s license at 30, and I might not even get it this year..."
He was mocking himself.
"Buzz~" Suddenly, a rhythmic engine noise approached from a distance.
"Whoosh!" A car shadow flashed past everyone.
"Tsk~~" A sharp tire friction sound followed.
A burst of air ruffled Han Fei’s long hair. He widened his eyes as he watched a car’s rear almost slide past him parallel to the ground, then beautifully hugging the inner curve of the bend.
Everyone’s eyes widened.
"Drifting!"
Han Fei stuttered the two words.
Drifting wasn’t surprising, but where was this? This was a driving school!
Why would there be a top-level boss showing up in newbie village?!
This is beyond the syllabus, hey!
Like many others, Han Fei stood up, shocked, looking toward the distant dust.
He saw the Citroen labeled "Instructor’s car" smoothly take a turn, make a few nimble left and right wiggles through the disc zone, and then enter a series of bends almost without slowing down.
"Tsk~Tsk~" A few more continuous parallel drifts.
The car whisked up leaves, its taillights flicking stunning arcs.
Even to those who knew nothing about driving skills, the nearly perfect curves and the graceful swaying of the car were a pleasing sight.
"That’s... that’s beautiful!" Han Fei murmured under his breath.
He stared unblinkingly at the Citroen that had just delivered a visual feast, his eyes filled with excitement and awe.
This is it! This is the feeling!
He felt as if he had rediscovered his long-forgotten dream, his blood boiling, wishing he were the one in the driver’s seat right now.
"Damn! Which master is showing off their driving skills?"
"Is this for real? I’m still practicing clutch and throttle coordination, and they’ve started practicing consecutive drifting? Need it be this thrilling?"
"How can it be a student; it must be an instructor driving, right? There’s a master in this driving school!"
"Isn’t that Coach Tian’s car? Maybe he was just itching to drive today? Tsk tsk! This drifting, this car control, worthy of a man who almost became a professional driver!"
"This is the true meaning of ’low-key’! Coach Tian is really too modest!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Don’t panic, start recording with your phone first."
Already, many spectators had started recording with their phones.
Under everyone’s amazed gaze, that Citroen had just completed a lap of the field at record-breaking speed since the driving school was founded!
The entire training field was filled with the piercing sound of tire friction, making everyone’s blood run hot!
Finally, the tires screeched sharply. "Tsk~"
The Citroen spun 180° and precisely performed a drift-style "parallel parking"!
The car stood firm in the parking spot, leaving several striking black tire tracks on the track...
...
"Whew~" Meng Lang exhaled deeply in the driver’s seat.
He turned to look at Coach Tian and Yan Weiwei, who were tightly gripping the handles, their faces somewhat pale.
Then he laughed and asked, "Coach, when can I take the test?"
When can I take the test?
Inside Coach Tian’s mind, it was as if ten thousand horses were galloping.
With your skills, still take a test? You should go to the world championships and bring glory to our country!
It’s outrageous that a guy with such skills doesn’t even have a driver’s license!
"Tomorrow... tomorrow!"
Meng Lang, satisfied with the answer, left with a smile.
In this driving school only, he left behind the legend of a mysterious racer...
Coach Tian stood by the Citroen, staring blankly at the backs of the departing pair, his eyes unseeing.
"Bayin Buluke... Bayin Buluke... Could it really be that I am ignorant?"
...
By the time they reached the entrance of the driving school, Yan Weiwei still felt a bit dizzy.
"You... you’re not really a professional race car driver, are you?" she asked Meng Lang incredulously.
Brag all you want, but driving skills can’t lie.
But the question is, with such driving skills, why don’t you have a license yet? You agree, but the traffic police won’t!
You can’t possibly practice driving on Mars, can you?
"A professional race car driver? Of course not!" Meng Lang immediately denied.
However, with his current level... he guessed it could probably be considered professional.
So the saying goes, no madness, no survival; without pushing yourself, you never realize your own greatness...
He never imagined that the first skill to reach "mastery" in his personal skill set would be racing...
It was truly dripping with irony.
"No! I’m not, stop talking nonsense, the thing I hate the most is street racing!"
"Then what about that relieved look on your face after you finished driving?"
"Uh..."
Logically, Meng Lang, who prioritizes safety, would not engage in street racing, an activity with a certain degree of risk.
Unless... he really couldn’t resist...
After indulging himself, Meng Lang felt his thoughts were sharp and his pores opened up, even more refreshing than having a Ma shi ji.
Could this be a side effect of the skill?
Meng Lang could only silently warn himself.
Street racing is fun for a moment, a funeral parlor in the next!
This high-risk hobby should be avoided when possible, especially since he hadn’t used up all his fun credits yet.
"No! Don’t get me wrong, for me, driving is just a survival skill!" Meng Lang said earnestly.
"Survival skill?" Yan Weiwei was speechless.
Considering driving as a survival skill... were you living in Afghanistan or Iraq?
"Of course, if you can’t out-luck danger, you must have the skill to turn peril into safety!
The idea is, if luck doesn’t suffice, skills will compensate; that’s the rationale."
Hmm... in case he encountered a bus assassin again, he could at least help pull the handbrake, right?
Speaking of buses, it seems that requires an A1 license...
His buddies have so much time, they might as well help practice it, as more skills wouldn’t be a burden.
If he thought about it, it would be best to learn to fly a plane too; in case of a crash, he might try to save himself?
Ha! These diverse ways of dying had truly molded him into a jack of all trades...
Yan Weiwei, bewildered by this reasoning, was about to say something more when suddenly a man’s breathless voice called from behind.
"Wait... wait a minute! Please wait a minute!"
Meng Lang and Yan Weiwei turned around in confusion and saw a young man with long hair running toward them.
"Uh... are you calling us?" Meng Lang pointed at himself.
"Yes! Hello! Are you the one who was just driving?" the young man asked eagerly.
Coming for his driving skills?
Meng Lang thought for a moment, not wanting to complicate things further, so he shook his head. "No! "
After saying this, he turned to leave.
The young man paused, then hurriedly followed them again.
"Master! Don’t get me wrong, my name is Han Fei, I’m a screenwriter!
The thing is, I just saw that scene of you driving, and suddenly I was bursting with inspiration to write a script about a race car driver.
So I ran over here, hoping you could share some of your experiences as a race car driver?" Han Fei pleaded earnestly.
A screenwriter? Meng Lang paused for a moment, then his expression soured.
That was even worse, if he got exposed, it would completely clash with his low-profile persona!
"Sorry, not interested."
"Why not? Don’t you want to share your exciting stories with everyone?" Seeing Meng Lang about to leave, Han Fei became anxious.
Meng Lang, seeing how persistent this guy was, stopped and spoke somewhat helplessly.
"You, you’re lacking a story in your head, longing to own one.
I, I have too many stories, only wishing to put an end to them..."
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