"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~"

…

One 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 it 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 at it, it’s definitely over the line!”

In the passenger seat, the instructor 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 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 for almost half an hour by yourself.

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 subject two 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 humbly asking for advice.

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 think 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 ideal 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 and came closer.

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

"Tsk~~" was followed by 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 super awesome!

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~" were several more consecutive parallel drifts.

The car body is rolling with fallen leaves, and the car's 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.

This is it! This is how it feels!

He seemed to have rediscovered his long-forgotten dream, and the blood all over his body was boiling. He wished he was the one sitting in the cab right now.

"Damn it! Who is this master 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 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 car, 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."

Many people around me have started taking out their mobile phones to record the scene.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the Citroën had completed the race 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, I saw the tires squealing. "Tsk~"

Citroën completely 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 smiled and asked, "Coach, when can I take the exam?"

When can I take the exam?

In Coach Tian’s heart, it was like a galloping horse.

At your level, why should you take the exam? You should go to the World Championships and bring honor to 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 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 brag about your skills, but you can't fake your driving skills.

But the question is, with such driving skills, why don’t you still have a driver’s license today? Even if you agree, the traffic police will not agree!

You can't practice driving on Mars!

"Professional racing driver? Of course not!" Meng Lang denied flatly.

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 really 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 a dangerous sport like drag racing.

Unless... I really can't help it...
To be continued...