Chapter 133 I just want to give the story an ending
“Is your speed a little too fast?”
“Is it fast? It’s only 100.”
“Hey Hey! If you don't slow down when cornering, I'm going to hit the brakes!"
"Coach, you'd better not hit the brakes when I'm driving. It will destroy the balance of the car."
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Coach Tian: "???"
"Chi~"
......
On the side of the training ground.
"Clutch! Clutch! Control the speed! What, are you driving a Ferrari? Are you in a hurry to get off work?"
"Enter the warehouse! Kill to the right...it's too slow! Go back half a circle first, then go back, oh! Why are you so stupid! Fall down...Okay! Stop!
Why are you still poking your head, don't look. Yes, we must have crossed the line!”
In the passenger seat, the coach covered his forehead.
"Uh...I'm sorry, coach, I'll practice again."
The speaker was a tall and thin man, wearing black-rimmed glasses and long hair, who looked a bit artistic. As a young man, he looked at the helpless coach with a somewhat embarrassed look on his face.
"Han Fei, no, Brother Han, I only have one car and I have to teach four or five people. You have been practicing alone for almost half an hour.
You turn your head and look at the people in the rest area next to you. She’s a beauty, yes, she has those long legs, and her legs are shaking like Parkinson’s. Is that appropriate?”
“But coach, I have to take the second subject test tomorrow...” Han Fei rubbed his head.
"Who isn't already!!"
Seeing the veins sprouting from the coach's forehead, the young man shrank his neck and didn't dare to say any more, so he could only take off his seat belt.
"Um...coach, is there anything else I need to pay attention to in tomorrow's exam?" The young man turned around again, looking like he was asking for advice humbly.
The coach took a sip of water and glanced at him, "Pay attention to the next make-up exam time!"
Han Fei: "..."
He returned to the rest area with a frustrated look on his face. , a boy who was practicing driving together patted the other party on the shoulder.
"You're being trained again. I say you can do it too. You can make Coach Lu, who has always been good-tempered, tremble with rage. Most people can't do that!"
"Alas! There is indeed a gap between ideals and reality. In fact... my dream when I was a child was to be a racing driver." Han Fei looked melancholy.
"What happened next?"
"Then you saw that I came to take the driver's license test at the age of 30, and I may not be able to get it this year..."
I was laughing at myself. .
"Buzz~" A rhythmic motor sound suddenly came from far away and came closer.
"Whoa!" A car silhouette flew past everyone's eyes.
"Chi~~" was followed by a violent sound of tire friction.
A strong wind blew Han Fei's long hair. He stared wide-eyed as he watched a car butt slide almost parallel to his eyes, and then use a graceful arc to close to the inner circle of the bend. Beautiful cornering.
Everyone's eyes widened.
“Drift...drift!”
Han Fei stammered out two words.
Drifting is nothing surprising, but where is this? This is a driving school!
Why are there full-level bosses in the Novice Village? !
It’s over the top!
Han Fei, like many others, stood up in shock and looked at the smoke in the distance.
I saw that the Citroën with the "coach car" sprayed on it took the corner steadily, swayed slightly left and right, passed the round cake area, and then entered the continuous curve with almost no slowdown.
"Chi~chi~" are several consecutive parallel drifts.
The car body is rolling with fallen leaves, and the taillights are swinging in stunning arcs.
Even in the eyes of ordinary people who don’t know much about driving skills, the almost perfect curves and the elegant rocking of the car body are so pleasing to the eye.
"So...so beautiful!" Han Fei murmured.
He stared unblinkingly at the Citroen that brought a visual feast to people, with a hint of excitement and shock in his eyes.
This is it! That's what it feels like!
He seemed to have regained his long-forgotten dream, and the blood all over his body was boiling. He wished he was the one sitting in the cab at this time.
"Holy shit! Which master is showing off his driving skills?"
"Is it wrong? I'm still practicing oil separation and coordination, but others have already started practicing continuous drift? Do you want it to be so exciting?”
"How could it be a student? This must be a coach driving, right? There are experts in this driving school!"
"That car seems to be Coach Tian's car, right? Could it be that his hands are itchy today? Tsk tsk! This Drifting, this car control is worthy of a man who almost became a professional driver!”< br>
"This is what real people don't show their faces! Low-key! Coach Tian is usually too low-key!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Don't panic when something happens, take a cell phone and record it first."< br>
Many people around me started taking out their mobile phones to record the scene.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, the Citroën had completed the course at a record speed since the opening of this driving school!
The entire training ground is filled with the harsh sound of tire friction, which makes people excited!
Finally, the tires screamed. "Tsk~"
Citroen rotated 180°, and performed a drifting "side parking" with great precision!
The car parked steadily in the parking space, leaving several eye-catching black ruts on the track...
...
"Huh~" Meng Lang in the driver's seat let out a long breath.
He turned to look at Coach Tian and Yan Weiwei, who were clutching the handles beside them and looking a little pale.
Then he asked with a smile. "Coach, when can I take the exam?"
When can I take the exam?
In Coach Tian’s heart, it was like a galloping horse.
With your level, what else are you going to take? You should go to the World Championships to win glory for your country!
It’s outrageous that a guy of this caliber hasn’t even taken a driver’s license yet!
"Tomorrow...tomorrow!"
After getting a satisfactory answer, Meng Lang left with a smile.
Only in this driving school, the legend of a mysterious driver was left behind...
Coach Tian stood next to Citroën, staring blankly at the backs of the two people leaving, his eyes blank.
"Bayinbuluke...Bayinbrook...Am I really ignorant?"
...
Up to the gate of the driving school, Yan Weiwei felt that her head was still a little dizzy. Huhu.
"You...you're not really a professional racing driver, are you?" She stared at Meng Lang in disbelief.
You can boast, but your driving skills cannot be faked.
But the question is, with such driving skills, why don’t you still have a driver’s license today? You agree, but the traffic police won’t agree either!
You can’t practice driving on Mars!
"Professional racing driver? Of course not!" Meng Lang denied it.
But my current level...can probably be considered a professional level, right?
So, you can’t survive without being crazy. If you don’t push yourself, you don’t know how good you are...
I just never expected that in my personal skill column, I would be the first The skill that reaches the "mastery" level is actually drag racing...
This is really full of irony.
“No! I’m not, don’t talk nonsense, what I hate most is racing gangs!”
"Then what does the happy expression on your face just after driving mean?"
"Uh..."
Logically speaking, Meng Lang, who puts safety first, is generally Under such circumstances, you would not engage in a dangerous sport like drag racing.
Unless...you really can't help it...
Meng Lang, who was so relieved, felt that his thoughts were now clear and the pores all over his body were relaxed, which was more refreshing than having to kill a chicken once.
Is this a skill side effect?
Meng Lang could only warn himself secretly in his heart.
It was a great time racing, but the crematorium was unexpected!
This kind of high-risk hobby can be unpleasant or unpleasant in the future. After all, I still have a lot of fun in my card that I haven’t used up yet.
"No! Don't get me wrong, driving is just a survival skill for me!" Meng Lang looked serious.
"Survival skills?" Yan Weiwei was speechless.
Treat driving as a survival skill... Do you live in Afuhan or Yiluqi?
“Of course, if you don’t have the luck to defeat danger, then you must have the ability to turn danger into safety!
This is the saying that if you are not lucky enough, you need skills to make up for it.”
Hmm... If you encounter the Bus Killer again, you can help pull the handbrake, right?
Speaking of which, it seems that driving a bus requires an A1 photo...
Brothers have so much time, so help me practice when I have time. There are many skills that are not overwhelming.
If you think about it this way, it would be best if you could learn to fly a plane at the same time, so that if you encounter another accident, you can try to save yourself?
Ha! These various ways of death have forced me to become versatile...
Yan Weiwei, who was a little baffled by this reason, was about to continue saying something when a man's breathless shout suddenly came from behind. .
"Wait... wait a minute! Please wait a minute!"
Meng Lang and the other two turned their heads in confusion, and saw a young man with long hair running quickly to catch up with them.
"Uh...are you calling us?" Meng Lang pointed at himself.
"Yes! Hello! Is it you who drove the car just now?" There was a trace of enthusiasm in the young man's eyes.
Are you here for your driving skills?
Meng Lang thought for a while, not wanting to cause trouble, so he shook his head. "No!"
After saying that, he turned and left.
The young man was stunned for a moment, then quickly caught up two more steps.
"Master! Don't get me wrong, my name is Han Fei, and I am a screenwriter!
That's it, I just saw the scene where you were driving, and suddenly I got inspired and wanted to write a story that follows. Driver-themed script
That’s why I caught up. I was wondering if you could share your experience as a driver? "
Han Fei's eyes were sincere.
Screenwriter? Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, and then his expression dropped.
That's even worse. If he was exposed, he would be totally unsafe. It fits my low-key personality!
“Sorry, not interested. ”
"Why? Don't you want to share your wonderful story with everyone?" Seeing that Meng Lang was leaving again, Han Fei became anxious.
Seeing how persistent this guy was, Meng Lang stopped and said helplessly.
"You, there is no story in your mind, and you want to have one.
I, there are too many stories, and I just want to give the story an ending..." (End of Chapter)< br>