The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Isn't your speed a little too fast?"

"Is it fast? It's only 100."

"Hey! We're going around a corner. If you don't slow down, I'm going to hit the brakes!"

"Coach, you'd better not step on the brakes when I'm driving. It will destroy the balance of the car at its limit."

Coach Tian: “???”

"Chi~"

…

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! Beat 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 around? Stop looking, it’s definitely over the line! "

In the passenger seat, the coach covered his forehead.

"Uh...I'm sorry, coach, I'll practice again."

The person who spoke was a tall and thin young man with black-rimmed glasses and long hair who looked a bit artistic. He looked at the helpless coach with a sly 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 beauties in the rest area next to you. Yes, those are the ones with long legs. Their legs are almost shaking like Parkinson's disease. Is that appropriate? "

"But coach, I have to take the second subject test tomorrow..." Han Fei rubbed his head.

“Who isn’t?!”

Seeing the veins sprouting from the coach's forehead, the young man shrank his neck and did not 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: "..."

Returning to the rest area with a frustrated look on his face, a boy who was practicing driving together patted him 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.

"and after?"

"Later 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'm laughing at myself.

"Buzz~" A rhythmic motor sound suddenly came from far away.

"Whoa!" A car silhouette flew past everyone's eyes.

"Tsk~~" What followed was a violent sound of tire friction.

A strong gust of wind blew Han Fei's long hair, and he stared wide-eyed as he watched a car's butt slide almost parallel to his eyes, and then use a graceful arc to make a beautiful turn close to the inner circle of the bend.

Everyone's eyes widened.

"Drift...drift!"

Han Fei stammered out two words.

There is nothing surprising about drifting, but where is this? This is a driving school!

Why are there full-level bosses in the novice village? !

It’s beyond the scope!

Han Fei, like many others, stood up in astonishment and looked at the smoke in the distance.

I saw that the Citroën with the "coach car" sprayed on it took the corner steadily, then swayed slightly left and right, passed the round cake area, and then entered the continuous curve with almost no slowdown.

"Chi~chi~" Several more 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 nearly perfect curves and the elegant rocking of the 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.

that's 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, wishing that he was sitting in the cab at this time.

"Damn it! Who is this master showing off his driving skills?"

"Is there any mistake? I am still practicing oil separation and coordination, but others have already started practicing continuous drift? Do you want it to be so exciting?"

"How can it be a student? This must be an instructor driving, right? There are experts in this driving school!"

"That car seems to be Coach Tian's, right? Could it be that his hands are itchy today? Tsk tsk! This drifting and car control are worthy of a man who almost became a professional driver!"

"This is what we call real people not showing their faces! Low-key! Coach Tian is usually so low-key!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Don't panic if something happens. Use your phone to record it first."

There are already many melon-eating people around who have started to take out their mobile phones to record videos.

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 was filled with the harsh sound of tire friction, which made people's blood boil!

Finally, the tires squealed. "Chi~"

Citroën 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 holding on to 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 doesn't have a driver's license yet!

"Tomorrow...tomorrow!"

Meng Lang smiled and left after getting a satisfactory answer.

Only in this driving school, the legend of a mysterious driver is left...

Coach Tian stood next to Citroën, staring blankly at the backs of the two people as they left, his eyes blank.

"Bayinbuluke...Bayinbuluke...am I really ignorant?"

…

Until the door of the driving school, Yan Weiwei felt that her head was still a little dizzy.

"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 live without being crazy. If you don’t push yourself, you won’t know how good you are...

I just never expected that the first skill in my personal skill column to reach the "mastery" level would be drag racing...

This is full of irony.

"No! I'm not, don't talk nonsense, what I hate most is racing gangs!"

"Then what does that happy expression on your face just after driving mean?"

"Well……"

Logically speaking, Meng Lang, who puts safety first, would not normally engage in dangerous sports like drag racing.

Unless...you just can't help it...

Meng Lang felt so relieved 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.

Racing was great for a while, 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 spent all.

"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 Afu Khan or Yi Luck?

“Of course, if you don’t have the luck to overcome danger, you must have the ability to turn danger into safety!

This is the saying that luck is not enough, skills come together. "

Hmm...if I encounter a bus killer again, I can help pull the handbrake, right?

It seems that driving a bus requires an A1 photo...

Brothers have so much time, so I can help you practice when you have time. There are so many skills, why don’t you overwhelm yourself?

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 get into an accident again, you can try to save yourself?

Ah! These various ways of dying 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 moment! Please wait a moment!"

Meng Lang and the two turned around 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 around 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!

Well, I just saw the scene of you driving, and suddenly I was inspired to write a script with a driver as the theme.

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, then his face turned pale.

That's even worse, if he is exposed, it will be completely inconsistent with his 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.

"As for you, you don't have a story in your mind and you want to have one.

As for me, I have too many stories and I just want to give them an ending..."