Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 87

When Dong Qiangqiang fell asleep, Dong Yiqing just picked up a cup of instant coffee.

Although she looked up new words very fast, she couldn't bear the too many documents Zhang Shuo gave her.Three hours passed, and she only checked a few articles.

She felt that her head was heavy, her sleepiness was getting stronger, and she was looking at the pile of documents like a hill. The feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep suddenly gave her a sense of being prepared for the senior three exams.

Since childhood, she has never been afraid of exams.Although she has never been a scholar, she has never felt exhausted in her studies.Even the difficult and tiring semester exams in the mathematics department that many people complained about did not feel difficult because she worked less part-time and always spent time in the library reading books, reading materials and doing homework.

She has always believed that if you pay, you will gain, although sometimes the reward is not money.

She opened the only window in the dormitory that would get some sun in the afternoon, and the cool breeze of midnight squeezed in through the window. on the body.

In order to prevent students from using the dormitory network to do things unrelated to their studies, the Student Dormitory Management Office of Han University has imposed traffic restrictions on the wired network of the dormitory. A maximum of 2G traffic can be used per month, and the network port of the dormitory will be blocked immediately once it exceeds .

Dong Yiqing spends most of her time in the library and school, and spends very little time in the dormitory, so she basically doesn't use the dormitory's network traffic.She casually clicked on the two small computer icons in the lower right corner of the computer screen, and checked the traffic she used. Fortunately, she only used 269M, which was more than enough.

After drinking a cup of coffee, people feel a lot more energetic.She picked up another new material and immersed herself in translating.

Lei Lanting's snoring has both hypnotic and awakening effects.

In the second half of the night, Dong Qiangqiang was awakened by his snoring. Dong Qiangqiang lying on the floor tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

This was the first time he had insomnia since he arrived in Germany. He simply ran to the kitchen with the driving school textbooks, and after reading it for a while, his head gradually fell on the dining table.

Dong Qiangqiang suddenly saw a familiar scene in front of him, "Where am I?" He kept asking himself.

"This is... home?" Dong Qiangqiang suddenly realized that this was his parents' home, but they didn't seem to be at home. He wanted to call them but couldn't make a sound. They were all retired. Now it's night again, where can they go? Woolen cloth?

He walked towards the door and tried to open the door but couldn't. He hurriedly took out the key on his body and tried it over and over, and the last key finally opened the door.

The moment the door opened, he suddenly saw that it was indeed his room at No. 54 Hippo Street.

Dong Qiangqiang woke up immediately.

"Hey!" A pair of big hands pushed Dong Qiangqiang hard, and Dong Qiangqiang raised his head sleepily, only to see a serious face staring at him fiercely, it was Zhuang Max.

"This is the kitchen, you can't sleep here, you'll get dirty here." Max sat across from Dong Qiangqiang, eating rye bread while staring at Dong Qiangqiang.

Dong Qiangqiang glanced at the watch on the wall. It was already 7:35 in the morning. He didn't want to mess with Max, so he picked up his things and went back to his room.

To his surprise, the room was empty, and the quilt, folded like a tofu block, was neatly placed at the end of the bed.

He put the book on the table and saw a note on the table with a big smiling face painted on it, and four words scribbled beside it: I'm sorry.

Dong Yiqing hadn't slept all night, and more than a dozen torn coffee bags were scattered on the table, on the floor and in the trash.She felt that the pen in her hand was getting heavier and heavier, and after writing a few more words, she finally couldn't hold on anymore and threw the pen on the table.

Although with the help of coffee, she was so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open after staying up all night.

The pile of materials in front of her was already covered with dense Chinese.Although there is still a lot of material that has not been completed, she already has a judgment in her heart.

She staggered up from the chair, closed the window, closed the curtains, set the alarm again, and fell on the bed without changing her clothes. A few seconds later, a slight snoring sounded. stand up.

The class time of the driving school is 9:10 in the morning. Dong Qiangqiang ate something casually, read the newspaper again, and arrived at the door of the driving school [-] minutes earlier.

There were not many people in the class in the morning. Including his small classroom, there were five students, three girls and two boys, and there were no young people like him. They all seemed to be Germans over 30 years old.

Dong Qiangqiang didn't know at the time that in Germany, many young people can go to a driving school at the age of 16 and get a Class A driver's license, but getting a Class A driver's license does not mean that they can drive on the road. If you want to drive a motorcycle, you must also meet other conditions.

Ms. Karina, who received Dong Qiangqiang before, is not only the person in charge of the driving school, but also a teacher and coach.She first made a brief self-introduction, and went straight to the topic without saying a word, and began to explain the content.

Since Dong Qiangqiang has already taken the driver's license test in China, he is not unfamiliar with some theoretical knowledge. In addition, he has previewed some of the content in advance, so even if he hears a lot of new words, he can still understand the basic meaning of what Karina said.Theoretical knowledge has never been difficult for Chinese people who are good at memory.

The other people who were learning to drive at the same time didn't seem to understand what Karina said.This was beyond Dong Qiangqiang's expectations. Even if he had the advantage of language, he could not understand it as quickly. It seems that learning is the same everywhere in the world, and it mainly depends on whether the individual works hard.By the end of the first lesson, he was the fastest of the five students.

During recess, Dong Qiangqiang ran outside the house to exercise, and suddenly received a call from Tong Lele.

"I talked to my classmate and he said he would ask about his girlfriend, but it might take a few days to reply."

"Well, no problem. I'm very grateful if people are willing to ask for help. Please thank them on our behalf." Dong Qiangqiang thought for a while and added, "How do you think I invite them to dinner?"

"The eight characters haven't been written yet. Don't be in a hurry to invite dinner. Let's wait until there is a clear answer." Tong Lele said softly, "And if you really need to invite, we will invite the three of us together. You can't let you spend the money alone."

Remembering that she and Lei Lanting had an unpleasant quarrel last time, Dong Qiangqiang kindly explained to Lei Lanting: "Last time Lei Lanting talked a little...don't take it to heart."

Tong Lele on the phone was silent for a few seconds, and said, "I know, he's just like that, and he can't change his temper."

"Come, tell me when there is news later, I'll go to class first." Dong Qiangqiang hung up the phone and walked back to the classroom quickly.

What Dong Qiangqiang reported was not an all-day driving school class. At 11 o'clock, his class was over.

He packed up his schoolbag and was about to leave the classroom when he saw four other students hula around Karina and talk to her quietly. Karina listened and communicated with them from time to time. what is written.

Dong Qiangqiang posted it curiously and listened carefully to their conversation.

A housewife named Barbara said, "Karina, I want to practice driving this afternoon. Can you make an appointment for me with a coach?"

Karina said kindly, "No problem. Would you like to appoint a male or female coach?"

"Well, I..." Barbara thought for a while. "It's better to make an appointment with a female coach. Or do you have time in the afternoon?"

"I'm sorry that my time is full this afternoon," Karina quickly checked her book. "Coach Anna is free tomorrow afternoon. Is it convenient for you? It starts at 14:45. A class is [-] minutes. How many times do you want to make an appointment? indivual?"

Barbara nodded excitedly: "I'll make an appointment for a class first to experience it."

"Then go to the front counter to pay." Karina handed Barbara a piece of paper, and Barbara happily walked out of the classroom with the paper in hand.

Several other students also made appointments with Karina for a suitable time and coach, and chose one or two hours of practice time.

After everyone walked out of the classroom, Dong Qiangqiang tried to ask, "Ms. Karina, can I drive directly without finishing the theory?"

"Of course, it's possible in Germany." Karina quickly wrote something in her notebook and asked without raising her head, "Do you want to make an appointment with a coach too?"

"Well, I want to ask the price first." Dong Qiangqiang calculated.

"A class is 45 minutes long, and the coach and you are one-on-one. The fee for each class hour will vary slightly depending on the road. The average class hour is about 35 to 40 marks."

"Then," Dong Qiangqiang hesitated, "I'll make an appointment for a class first."

"The driving school stipulates that you can only drive in general for the first time." Karina said quickly, "Do you want to ask a male coach or a female coach?"

"Everything is fine, as long as you are experienced." Dong Qiangqiang said indifferently.

"Okay, then we'll make arrangements. I'll call you tomorrow morning."

"Okay. Can you tell me where the driving range is now?"

"Practicing ground?" Karina was taken aback, "What training ground?"

"It's the place to practice driving." Dong Qiangqiang was confused by her question, "Otherwise, where would I practice driving?"

Karina finally understood his question. She put the notebook upright and tapped it on the podium twice, and said earnestly: "I said just now that you can only drive normally for the first time. The meaning of normal driving is That is, you can only drive on the road first, but not on highways, country roads and other roads to practice driving. After your theoretical knowledge is more abundant, the content of driving lessons will gradually unfold. This process is gradual, you Don't worry, you'll get in touch later."

Dong Qiangqiang thought about it and asked tentatively: "The driving school stipulates that you must complete 18 hours of theory lessons before you can sign up for the theory test, but now there are only two theory lessons a week, each for 2 hours, and only 4 hours a week. It would take at least 18 weeks to complete 5 lessons. I would like to have a few more lessons a week so that I can take the theory test earlier.”

Karina stared at Dong Qiangqiang's eyes for a while: "We think 4 hours a week is more reasonable, because it takes time for you to absorb and memorize this knowledge proficiently. Dong, why do you pursue the speed of learning? If If you are not proficient in this knowledge, you will not be able to pass the exam smoothly. Of course, if you must insist on increasing your class hours, I need to study it with other teachers before I can answer you, but I strongly oppose you doing so.”

"Well, that's fine." Dong Qiangqiang reluctantly took the receipt that Karina handed over, preparing to go to another room to pay the bill.

Just as Dong Qiangqiang was about to walk out of the classroom, Karina suddenly shouted from behind him, "Mr. Dong, I forgot to tell you that the cars in the driving school are all manual transmissions."

"Thank you for reminding me," Dong Qiangqiang turned back and smiled, "I've always driven the manual transmission."

(End of this chapter)