allonlinenovel Chapter 43 directly damaged the "engine" until it leaked oil.
Chapter 43 directly damaged the "engine" until it leaked oil.
"You guys keep practicing steering!" Gao Fei yelled at the other trainees, then wandered off to the shade of a tree.
He leaned closer to Ye Fan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and squinted at the unassuming young man: "Your driving skills are pretty good. Have you ever been behind the wheel before?"
Ye Fan passed every test on his first try. After completing several projects in one go, he was ready to take the exam immediately. He was clearly a seasoned pro, which was something to be proud of.
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"Once when I was riding a Kawasaki, the whole bike shuddered as soon as my right hand touched the throttle," Ye Fan said, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing against a mineral water bottle, making a soft rustling sound.
He mimicked the action of twisting the throttle, saying, "You have to press the preheat button on the fuel tank first, and wait for the engine to slowly warm up..."
Zhao Mingzhe listened in stunned silence.
"Wait until gasoline leaks from the tank," Ye Fan suddenly held the water bottle to his nose, pretending to sniff, "Hmm, 95 octane." He winked at Gao Fei, "and then—BOOM!"
"What about you, Coach?"
"You're a real expert, damn it!"
Gao Fei stroked the stubble on his chin, grinning so wide his eyes disappeared from his grin.
He flicked his cigarette butt away, the sparks tracing an arc in the sunlight: "I'm not bad either. I remember once driving on the highway, after about twenty minutes I stopped at a service area to have a smoke..."
"When I got back, I found the engine was still warm."
"Holy crap! Coach is awesome!" Ye Fan suddenly gave a thumbs up, and the two looked at each other and burst into unspoken laughter.
Gao Fei smiled and said, "Ye Fan, practice hard for a few days, and I'll register you for the exam when the time comes. You're the only one in this batch of students who's guaranteed a spot."
Then he glanced at Zhao Mingzhe beside him and said, "You count as half."
Gao Fei stubbed out his cigarette at his feet, grabbed a bottle of chilled mineral water, and strode toward the training vehicle.
As he approached, he saw a student swinging the steering wheel like a whirlwind. His forehead veins throbbed with rage: "Damn it! Do you think you're Nezha causing havoc in the sea?" He slammed a water bottle onto the roof of the car. "This is a steering wheel, not a magic ring!"
Zhao Mingzhe, who was listening nearby, was completely confused. He scratched his head and leaned closer to Ye Fan: "Old Ye, what kind of slang were you guys using?"
He counted on his fingers, looking confused: "What do you mean by engine shaking, and twenty minutes on the highway... When did you secretly drive the car?"
Ye Fan suppressed a laugh and patted his shoulder with feigned seriousness: "Old Zhao, this car is not that car..."
Seeing the other person's even more confused expression, he put his arm around Zhao Mingzhe's neck: "Come on, let's go deliver water to the top students! You'll understand once you get your 'driver's license'."
The midday sun was scorching the road, and the four of them ducked into a small restaurant across from the driving school.
The ceiling fan creaked overhead as Tang Yanning poked at the braised pork in her bowl with her chopsticks, complaining, "My ears are still ringing from the coach yelling at me."
Zhao Mingzhe nodded in deep agreement, his neck sunburned bright red.
The afternoon training was even more intense.
One woman pulled the warning bar out of the ground while backing up, and Gao Fei's roar made the sparrows in the rest area move away en masse.
It wasn't until 4:30 that the coach, who was tanned dark, came over with the list to divide the students into groups.
Groups of four will practice driving at different times each day.
Ye Fan, Zhao Mingzhe, Pei Yi'an, and Tang Yanning were naturally grouped together.
Their driving lessons were scheduled for 3 to 4 pm, a suggestion Ye Fan made to Gao Fei privately. The main reason was that the World Cup was in three days, and the 14 World Cup matches were mostly held at 3 or 4 am Beijing time. If they were scheduled to practice driving in the morning, they wouldn't be able to get up at all, and they wouldn't even need to sleep.
The next day.
The group arrived at the driving school on electric bikes as usual.
Ye Fan was the first to get in the car and practice. He passed almost every time on his first try and could even chat with the instructor. The two of them praised each other and boasted about everything.
Coach Gao Fei, arms crossed and leaning against a tree in the shade, shouted to the other trainees, "See that? That's what you call reversing! What you're doing is like throwing dice into the parking space!"
"Brother Gao, you go and rest! I can keep an eye on things here. It'll be good for me to familiarize myself with the area more."
Ye Fan saw Gao Fei making a phone call while teaching his students, so he went over, waved, and plopped down in the passenger seat to watch over the training car.
Gao Fei was happy to have some free time, so he found a shady spot to sit down, probably having a long phone conversation with his girlfriend.
Under the sunlight, Ye Fan sat in the passenger seat with his legs crossed, whistles twirling between his fingers.
Zhao Mingzhe almost scraped the pole while reversing, and was startled by Zhao's whistle, causing him to jerk the steering wheel.
Tang Yanning leaned out of the back seat to protest, "Coach Ye! You're even stricter than Coach Gao!"
When it was Pei Yi'an's turn to practice.
Ye Fan sat in the passenger seat and gave instructions in a serious manner: "Make sure to press the clutch all the way down, and glance at the rearview mirror when shifting gears."
A top student is a top student. Although their movements were a little stiff, each step was as rigorous as solving a math problem, which could be considered decent.
But when it came to Tang Yanning, the style changed drastically.
When this girl drove the S-curve, she turned the steering wheel like she was having a seizure, and the car wobbled and veered straight toward the flower bed.
Ye Fan slammed on the secondary brake, the tires screeching against the concrete.
"Big sister! I almost made the news!" Ye Fan sighed, rubbing his forehead. Sunlight streamed through the windshield, casting dappled patterns of light on his face.
Tang Yanning stuck out her tongue, and the red string tied to her wrist swayed with the movement.
Ye Fan couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he leaned over and placed his hand on hers, which was gripping the steering wheel: "You've been practicing for days, and you still treat the steering wheel like a hot potato?" The girl's hand felt slightly cool to the touch, and he could feel the tiny veins pulsating.
What's even more troublesome is her sitting posture.
Her legs, clad in light blue denim shorts, were bent like shrimp, her knees almost touching the steering wheel.
"Straighten your legs a bit," Ye Fan said helplessly, patting the outside of her knee. "You don't press the accelerator and brake with your toes."
Tang Yanning's ear tips turned red. As she hurriedly adjusted her posture, the ends of her hair brushed against Ye Fan's nose, carrying a faint scent of strawberry shampoo.
"Oh well~ I'm here with you anyway!" Tang Yanning wasn't scared at all. Instead, she blinked her big eyes and smiled at Ye Fan, her dimples standing out in the sunlight.
A muffled chuckle came from the back row.
Pei Yi'an covered her mouth and laughed. Zhao Mingzhe quickly nudged her, but he couldn't hold back either, and the two of them burst into laughter in the back seat.
"Be serious! If you don't practice properly, by the time we all get our licenses and go on road trips, you'll be stuck at driving school eating steamed buns." Ye Fan tapped the steering wheel with a stern face, the metal making a crisp sound.
Tang Yanning suddenly sat up straight, her legs, hidden beneath her light blue denim shorts, pressed together on the pedals.
"That's right! I don't want to be the worst student!" She pursed her lips, which were coated with clear lipstick, and her eyes suddenly became serious.