My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

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! It's turning, if you don't slow down, I'm going to step on the brakes!"

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

Coach Tian: "???"

"scoff~"

……

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?"

"Into the warehouse! Kill to the right... slow! Go back half a circle first, then go back, oops! Why are you so stupid! Back and forth... OK! Stop!

What are you looking for, don't look at it, it must be pressed! "

In the co-pilot, the coach held his forehead.

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

The person who spoke was a tall, thin, tall, thin man with black-rimmed glasses and long hair. He looked at the coach with a helpless expression, and his expression was a little embarrassing.

"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 long legs are almost trembling like Parkinson's. Is it suitable? "

"But coach, I'm going to take subject two tomorrow..." Han Fei rubbed his head.

"Who isn't!!"

Seeing that the coach's forehead was full of veins, the young man shrank his neck and dared not speak any more, so he could only take off his seat belt.

"That... Coach, is there anything else I need to pay attention to in the exam tomorrow?" The young man turned his head again, as if humbly asking for advice.

The coach took a sip of water and glanced at him, "Pay attention to the time of the next make-up exam!"

Han Fei: "..."

Returning to the rest area with a dejected expression, a boy who was practicing with him patted each other on the shoulder.

"You've been scolded again. I said you can do it too. It can make coach Lu, who has always been good-tempered, tremble with anger. He can't do it for ordinary people!"

"Alas! There is indeed a gap between ideals and reality. In fact...my childhood dream was to be a racing driver." Han Fei looked melancholy.

"and after?"

"Later you saw that I came to take my 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.

"Om~" A rhythmic motor sound suddenly approached from far away.

"Shua!" A car shadow flew past everyone's eyes.

"嗤~~" followed by a violent tire rubbing sound.

A gust of wind blew Han Fei's long hair. He stared wide-eyed, watching a car's buttocks slide past almost parallel, and then used a graceful arc to make a beautiful turn close to the inner circle of the curve.

Everyone's eyes widened.

"Drift...drift!"

Han Fei stammered out two words.

There's nothing surprising about drifting, but where is this?This is a driving school!
Why are there full-level bosses haunting Novice Village? !
Hey!

Like many others, Han Fei stood up in astonishment and looked towards the smoke and dust in the distance.

After the Citroen sprayed with "Trainer Car" turned steadily, it swayed lightly from side to side, passed the round cake area, and then entered the continuous curve almost without slowing down.

"Chi~chi~" It was several consecutive parallel drifts.

The body rolls the fallen leaves, and the taillights swing amazing arcs.

Even in the eyes of ordinary people who don't know much about driving skills, the nearly perfect curves and the graceful shaking of the car body are so pleasing to the eye.

"It's... so beautiful!" Han Fei murmured.

He stared at the Citroen that brought people a visual feast without blinking, with a hint of excitement and shock in his eyes.

that's it!That's what it feels like!

He seemed to have regained the long-forgotten dream back then, and his blood was a little boiling, wishing that he was the one sitting in the cab at this time.

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

"Is there any mistake? I'm still practicing the oil-separation coordination, and others have already started to practice continuous drift? Do you want to be so exciting?"

"How could it be a student? This must be some coach driving, right? There are experts in this driving school!"

"That car seems to be coach Tian's car? Could it be that his hands are itchy today? Tsk tsk! This drifting, this car control, is indeed a man who almost became a professional driver!"

"This is the real person who doesn't show his face! Low-key! Coach Tian is usually too low-key!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! Don't panic, take a video with your phone first."

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

In the amazed eyes of everyone, that Citroen has already run the entire field at a record speed since the school opened!
The whole training field is filled with the ear-piercing sound of tire friction, which makes people excited!

Finally, the tires screamed. "Chi~"

The whole Citroen rotated 180°, and a drifting "side parking" came out with great precision!
The car parked firmly in the parking space, leaving a few eye-catching black ruts on the runway...

……

"Huh~" Meng Lang in the driver's seat let out a long breath.

He turned his head to look at Coach Tian and Yan Weiwei, who were holding on to the handles next to them, and their faces were 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 mind, it was called a galloping horse.

With your level, what are you going to do?You should go to the World Championships to win glory for your country!

It's outrageous that a guy of this level has yet to take his driver's license test!

"Tomorrow...tomorrow!"

Meng Lang got a satisfactory answer and left with a smile.

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

Coach Tian stood beside Citroen, staring blankly at the backs of the two leaving, his eyes absent-minded.

"Bayinbulak...Bayinbulak... Could it be that I'm really ignorant?"

……

Until the gate 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.

Bulls can be boasted, but car skills cannot be faked.

But the question is, with such driving skills, why is there no driver's license today?If you agree, the traffic police will not 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 regarded as a professional level, right?
So, if you are not crazy, you cannot survive. If you don’t force yourself, you will never know how good you are...

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

This is really full of irony.

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

"Then what does that relaxed expression on your face after driving the car mean?"

"Uh……"

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

Unless... I can't help it...

After feeling refreshed, Meng Lang only felt that his thoughts were clear at this time, and the pores all over his body were relaxed, which was more enjoyable than doing a horse kill a chicken once.

Is this considered a skill side effect?

Meng Lang could only warn himself secretly in his heart.

Drag racing is fun for a while, accidental crematorium!

This kind of high-risk hobby, whether you can be unhappy or not in the future, after all, there are still several pleasures in my card that have not been spent 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.

Think of driving as a survival skill... Are you living in Ah Fu Khan or Yi La Ke?
"Of course, if you don't have the luck to overcome the danger, you must have the ability to save the day!

The so-called luck is not enough, skills come together, this is the truth. "

Hmm... If you encounter a bus killer again, you can help pull the handbrake, right?

It seems that A1 photos are needed to drive a bus...

Brothers have so much time, if you have time to help practice, you won't be overwhelmed by too many skills.

If you think about it this way, it would be best if you can learn to fly a plane together, so that you can try to save yourself if you encounter an accident again?

Ah!These various ways of dying have forced me to become versatile...

Yan Weiwei, who was somewhat baffled by the reason, was about to continue to say something, when a man's panting voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Wait... wait! Please wait!"

Meng lang and the two turned their heads in doubt, and saw a long-haired young man running up to them.

"Uh... are you calling us?" Meng Lang pointed to himself.

"Yes! Hello! Is it you who drove the car just now?" There was a trace of eagerness in the young man's eyes.

Come here for your own driving skills?

Meng Lang thought for a while, but he didn't want to cause trouble, so he shook his head. "no!"

After saying that, he turned his head and left.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and quickly caught up with him two more steps.

"Master! Don't get me wrong, my name is Han Fei, and I'm a screenwriter!
It’s like this, I just saw the scene where you were driving, and I suddenly had a burst of inspiration and wanted to write a script with the theme of a driver.

That's why I caught up with you. Could you share your experience as a driver? "

Han Fei looked sincerely.

screenwriter?Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, and then his expression fell.

That's even worse, if you are exposed, it will not fit your low-key personality at all!

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

"Why? Don't you want to share your wonderful story with everyone?" Seeing that Meng Lang was leaving again, Han Fei was in a hurry.

Seeing that this guy was so persistent, Meng Lang stopped and said helplessly.

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

As for me, there are too many stories, I just want to give the story an ending..."

(End of this chapter)