My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 404 - 274: It Must Be Bulletproof

Chapter 404: Chapter 274: It Must Be Bulletproof

"Next test-taker, Meng Lang!"

"Present!"

Meng Lang, quite nervous, handed over his ID card to the examiner seated in the passenger’s seat to verify his identity.

Zhongnan Mountain is Zhongnan Mountain, and the third subject test is the third subject test.

It may have been a story in the making, but he couldn’t afford any accidents in today’s test.

After all, Zhongnan Mountain might have shortcuts, but the third subject test certainly does not...

"So you’re Meng Lang?"

The examiner, wearing sunglasses, slightly tilted his glasses down, comparing the registration info and the ID card in his hands, then looked up carefully at Meng Lang.

"Uh... yes, that’s me. Is there a problem?"

He couldn’t be suspecting that I’m taking the test for someone else, could he?

Facing the Night Demon Clan he could remain calm and collected, yet now, facing an invigilator with an examiner’s badge, he was actually a bit nervous.

He had crammed last-minute for the test by reviewing the key points of subject three and found a bunch of stories about failing the test for every reason imaginable.

Some didn’t wear seat belts when they got in the car; others didn’t close the door when they got out; then there were those who started the car in gear, didn’t pull the handbrake tight causing a roll, or didn’t look left and right extensively enough. In one word, fail!

The conditions on the road were even more complex. For instance, a joyful little scooter suddenly popping out...

Given Meng Lang’s understanding of his own luck, even the smallest probabilities seemed like gambling high stakes when applied to him.

Subject three, which was like facing a formidable enemy for others, was definitely like treading on thin ice for him!

He had made up his mind to bring his full caution and carefulness to this test.

If it weren’t for the fact that electronic road testing hadn’t been universally adopted yet, he would have wished for Zero to directly hack the system and cheat.

If all else failed... he would overclock his brain!

Two grand moves, meant for apocalyptic crises, were solemnly deployed just to pass subject three. You could tell how seriously Meng Lang was taking this test...

In summary, to conclude in fifty-six languages... I cannot fail!

"Hehe! Of course, there’s no problem! There’s no need for the student to be nervous, just keep a normal mindset and you’ll definitely pass.

Alright, identity verified!

Student, please get out and check the car."

"Okay."

The examiner’s encouraging and kind smile made Meng Lang relax. As he got out of the car, he was still thinking.

From the reviews, aren’t all these examiners known to be extremely strict, each one with a stern face as if they can’t wait for everyone to come back next year?

Lucky break, it seems I’ve encountered a particularly empathetic examiner...

Ten minutes later.

The test car slowly stopped by the roadside, a bewildered Meng Lang got out, closed the car door...

Of course, he didn’t fail, he passed.

Normally, passing on the first try should be a cause for celebration. But somehow today’s exam seemed quite different from the "strategies" online.

He only had to do a turn in the light simulation drill, and once he started driving, as long as he could drive straight, they didn’t even let him turn. He was just getting the hang of it when the examiner informed him the test was over...

Maybe the examiner was in a good mood because he had just gotten a promotion and a raise? Or perhaps his girlfriend was hurrying him to get off work? In any case, he managed to pass the formidable subject three without any real danger.

Then, not long after he passed subject three, Coach Tian told him he was in luck and he was scheduled for subject four that very afternoon!

He thought he would have to wait a few days for subject four, so what was there to hesitate about? After a quick meal, he went on to take subject four without skipping a beat.

Before the exam, he was brimming with confidence; after, he passed with 91 points...

Well... although the score was a bit low, he wasn’t aiming for perfection, just for all his guesses to be right!

Just as Meng Lang was beaming with joy, planning to go back and celebrate with a feast, Coach Tian stopped him with a peculiar expression and directed him straight to the office building to get his license...

Huh? Wasn’t it supposed to take time to issue the license, usually sent by mail?

Fifteen minutes later, Meng Lang looked at the black-covered booklet in his hand, completely bewildered.

Is the administrative efficiency of government agencies... so high?

"I... am I officially licensed now?"

Today’s events had gone so smoothly that he started feeling antsy.

This wasn’t making any sense!

Given his own narrative, when had he ever received VIP treatment from Lady Luck?

Could this be the calm before the storm, specifically to lower his vigilance? Meng Lang’s sense of crisis was at an all-time high.

Just when he was considering whether to go home and post an update to calm his nerves, he received a sudden call from Wang Zhao Ping.

"Brother Meng, I heard you got your driver’s license? Haha! Congratulations!" Wang Zhao Ping’s hearty laughter came from the other end.

Taken aback for a moment.

I’ve just gotten it, how could you know so soon...

Mid-thought, he quickly realized.

I see!

No wonder everything went so smoothly today; it wasn’t the examiners being friendly, it was a favor after all!

"Hehe! Elder Wang, thanks a lot, I’ll take you out to eat another day!"

"How could I let you, Brother Meng, invite me? I still owe you several meals. Why not just tonight?"

"Um... I don’t think tonight will be possible, I’ve got some things on my hands..." Meng Lang said somewhat helplessly.

[The same day I got my license, an assassin sent by Xu Jingsong sneaked into Xu Bolin’s mansion...]

He remembered that sentence well.

He had thought there would be a couple more days, but it seemed like...

Tonight... appeared to be a dark and stormy night...

"Is that so?" Wang Zhao Ping sounded a bit disappointed.

"Hehe! Next time, for sure, when I have time."

Social etiquette 101: Next time = the eighth day of the week, another day = the 32nd, when I have time = the 25th hour.

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