Dragon Ball Guilty

Maybe this middle-aged teacher was having bad luck recently. Just as he was praying silently in his heart, the car driven by Feng Zi had left the runway in the blink of an eye and drove towards the wall of a house!

"Turn around quickly! Turn around!" The middle-aged man was so frightened that his glasses fell to his chin, and he broke out in a cold sweat as he shouted desperately.

But the car driven by Feng Zi was traveling too fast. In the blink of an eye, it was only five or six meters away from the wall. The middle-aged man's face became ugly, his hands tightly grasped the seat belt, and his lips Trembling...

Seeing that they were about to collide, Feng Zi joked: "It's so exciting. It turns out that driving is much more fun than flying!"

"..." The middle-aged man could no longer say anything. He looked at the wall so close and closed his eyes subconsciously.

Feng Zi suddenly made a dangerous move. Because the middle-aged man closed his eyes, he didn't see it, but Piccolo's teacher and Sun Wukong's teacher actually saw it. That was when Feng Zi flew forward and jumped out of the car while the car was moving at high speed. Then he moved his position very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he moved in front of the uncontrolled car.

"Stop!" Feng Zi stretched out his hands and suddenly landed on the front of the car like a beast.

The "rumbling" sound that the middle-aged man had been waiting for for a long time did not appear. He was confused and slowly opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that the car had stopped moving and there was a bright smiling face in front of him! Surprisingly, it was Feng Zi who was originally in the main driving position. He maintained a strange posture, that is, he put his hands on the deformed car, leaving a pair of clearly visible handprints on the surface of the car.

"How could it be?" The middle-aged man opened his mouth wide, knowing that he had missed a wonderful moment.

The two teachers who were standing in the distance watching the excitement showed expressions of disbelief.

"Is your friend a monster?" The old man asked Sun Wukong next to him in shock. There is nothing more exciting than using your hands to stop the car.

Sun Wukong smiled bitterly and patted his forehead. It seemed that Feng Zi was in trouble again.

Feng Zi looked through the windshield in front of the car and smiled at his driving instructor, the middle-aged man: "By the way, where did I forget the brake you mentioned?"

"..." The middle-aged man remained silent.

Feng Zi continued: "If I brake with my hand, does it count as a violation of traffic rules?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded first, then shook his head. He no longer knew how to answer.

"The car broke down, let's get a new one and keep practicing!" Feng Zi said with a smile to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked pale and said, "Mr. Feng Zi, I advise you not to drive!"

"Why?" Feng Zi asked doubtfully.

"Because I don't have a driver's license of your level." The middle-aged man said dryly.

Feng Zi thought for a while and then said: "Sure enough, with a high level, everything can be done with twice the result with half the effort. But the task has not been completed yet, why are you still standing here? Go and prepare a new car, and we will continue to run a few laps."

"..." The middle-aged man began to realize that he was engaged in a very dangerous job. For the sake of his wife, children, and children, he had to make a plan and change to a job with a higher safety factor.

After a while, basically all three of them were familiar with the basic skills of driving.

"Buzz, buzz" the sound of the car's engine roared on the street, and Bick started to accelerate gradually in his green hover car. Behind him, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net was Sun Wukong's red jet sports car, and the fastest one was Feng Zi who stood still.

"Mr. Feng Zi, you must remember to brake at this position." The middle-aged man wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief and pointed with a trembling voice.

Feng Zi interrupted impatiently: "You don't need to tell me, I know, it's just the brakes! I can stop the car with my hands!"

"Please pay attention to traffic safety, Mr. Feng Zi!" the middle-aged man said with a bitter smile.

Feng Zi didn't answer, but stepped on the accelerator, and the car immediately rushed out with the roar of the engine and a raging airflow.

Sun Wukong's car followed Piccolo, trying to overtake him, so he increased the power of the car. Immediately, the tachometer reading needle rotated rapidly. The car was like a red flame. In the next second, it overtook Piccolo on the same track. car.

"Damn it!" Piccolo gritted his teeth as he watched Sun Wukong's car pass him. He stepped hard on the car and the car he drove spurted out two streaks of fire and chased after Sun Wukong's car.

Feng Zi drove his purple sports car. He was originally following the two of them and could still see their backs. However, when the two of them accelerated at the same time, he was far behind.

"Are these two guys trying to steal my mission reward? You are guilty!" Feng Zi tightened his grip on the steering wheel. In anger, he stepped on the accelerator crazily and turned on the accelerator. The car he was driving suddenly flickered, as if It shot out like a rocket.

The middle-aged man was sitting in the car, feeling the rapid pleasure, and his face turned pale with fear, because he knew that this guy would not be so honest.

(Because I broke trust with others, I will write it silently. Three hundred chapters will be spent without anyone paying attention.)