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Chapter 86 A Thrilling 90 Points: First Driving School Lessons (Please Subscribe~)

Monday morning, Vehicle Management Office of the Traffic Management Bureau.

In the computer lab for the theory test, hundreds of computer screens emitted a faint white light, and the only sound in the entire hall was the dense clicking of mice.

Lin Feng sat in front of the computer in the corner, his forehead covered in beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

He gripped the mouse tightly with his right hand, his eyes fixed on the screen, his brain engaged in a fierce internal struggle, and his muscle memory was clashing violently with the "Road Traffic Safety Law of the People's Republic of China".

The screen displays a true/false question: [When driving a motor vehicle on an urban road without a center line, the maximum speed shall not exceed 50 km/h.]

"No center line? Doesn't that mean the entire track is usable? I can just cut into any perfect corner and drive however I want!" Lin Feng mentally complained. "And a 50 km/h speed limit? I'm faster than that at idle in first gear! And the speed limit in the pit lane is 80 km/h!"

His hand trembled, and he decisively clicked "wrong".

A large red X immediately and mercilessly popped up on the screen.

"Damn it! Why don't the FIA ​​rules apply here!" Lin Feng cursed under his breath and quickly looked at the next question.

[What should you do if you encounter a flashing yellow light at an upcoming intersection?]

A. Speed ​​up the process.

B. Slow down and proceed only after confirming it is safe to do so.

C. Honk your horn to warn other vehicles before proceeding.

D. Stop and wait.

Lin Feng scratched his head, quickly translating the question into racing terms in his mind: "Flashing yellow lights? That means double yellow flags!"

There is an accident or danger ahead on the track; overtaking is prohibited, and you must slow down.

He decisively chose B.

The system display is correct.

"Phew—thank goodness, this question is universally applicable." Lin Feng wiped his sweat.

But he soon encountered new troubles.

When driving at night on poorly lit roads, you can keep your high beams on to see the road ahead clearly.

"Nonsense! Night races need the brightest lights! The floodlights in Singapore and Las Vegas practically melt the asphalt, otherwise how would you find license plates for cars braking at 100 meters?"

He chose "yes" without hesitation.

The system displayed another red cross.

The score display in the upper right corner has changed to 90 points.

The driving test consists of 100 questions, and a passing score is 90. He has now reached the 98th question, which means he must answer the last two questions correctly, otherwise all the time he has spent studying the "Driving Test Bible" these past few days will have been for nothing.

Lin Feng's eyes widened in anger, his breathing rapid, as if he were facing the final lap of a qualifying race.

Question 99: [When driving a motor vehicle and encountering a queue of vehicles ahead or vehicles moving slowly, you may overtake by using the opposite lane or occupy the oncoming lane.]

"Slowly moving in a queue? Those people in front must have run out of steam! We have to pull ahead and go for the outside to overtake them, otherwise how can we compete for a better ranking!" Lin Feng's right index finger was already on the left mouse button, ready to select the correct option.

Just a second before his finger pressed down, he suddenly snapped awake.

"No! This is a road! This is rush hour! It's not Turn One!"

He pulled back from the brink, forcefully moving the mouse to the "wrong" mark and clicking it.

correct.

The final question, the decisive moment.

If a motor vehicle breaks down on a highway and you need to stop to troubleshoot, which of the following actions should you take?

"I know how to do this! It's a freebie!" Lin Feng immediately recalled the standard procedure: "First, pull the steering wheel off and put it on the roof, unbuckle the six-point seatbelt, jump out of the cockpit, climb over the guardrail, and then leave the car to the track stewards and the tow truck!"

He excitedly glanced at the four options, only to sadly discover that the "pull the steering wheel" option was not among them.

So he had no choice but to obediently select "turn on the hazard warning lights and place a warning sign 150 meters behind the vehicle".

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Click to submit your paper.

A notification popped up in the center of the screen: [Exam over. Your score is 90. Pass.]

Yes!!!

Lin Feng was so excited that he jumped up from his chair and swung his fist forcefully, even more excited than if he had won a leg of the race.

The other test-takers around him, who were struggling to answer the questions, all looked up at him as if he were crazy.

The police officer proctoring the exam walked over with a frown and slammed his hand on the table: "Quiet down! You think you're so great just because you barely passed! Go outside and sign the papers after you're done!"

Lin Feng quickly lowered his head and admitted defeat. After signing the papers, he walked out of the vehicle management office with an air of indifference.

Time flew by and it was already 2 PM at the driving school training ground.

The ground temperature was approaching fifty degrees Celsius; there wasn't a single tree on the training field, and the blazing sun made the asphalt road steam.

Lin Feng, dressed in an ordinary T-shirt and shorts, walked to a white, older model manual Santana training car with the license plate number 037.

The car door was open, and a middle-aged man with skin as black as charcoal, wearing a white tank top, was leaning against the door smoking.

This man had sharp eyes and two deep frown lines between his eyebrows; he was clearly not a good person.

This is Wang Heilian, the legendary gold medal instructor who is said to have the worst temper in the entire driving school and has made countless female students cry.

"Hello Coach Wang, I am Lin Feng, a VIP student who has registered today." Lin Feng stepped forward and greeted him politely.

Coach Wang looked Lin Feng up and down, exhaled a puff of smoke, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with his toe.

"You're the one who paid 15,000 yuan for express service?" Coach Wang said with a dark face. "I don't care what kind of big boss you are outside, or how much money you spent. Once you get in my car, you have to follow my rules."

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"No problem, Coach, I'll do exactly what you say." Lin Feng nodded vigorously.

Coach Wang nodded in satisfaction and wiped the sweat from his neck with the towel.

"The salesperson said you used to drive? I'm warning you, I hate self-righteous old drivers like you the most."

You're full of bad habits; you'll fail faster than anyone else in the exam hall. In this first lesson today, forget all those shady tricks you learned outside! Understand?

"I understand, but I've forgotten everything. My mind is completely blank right now." Lin Feng continued to nod, his attitude very sincere.

"Get in! Adjust your seat and fasten your seatbelt."

Lin Feng opened the driver's side door and got in. The moment his bottom touched the fabric seat, so thick with patina that you could scrape off a layer of oil, a crisp notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding! Host is detected to be undergoing driving test training (Part 2/Part 3).]

[The "System Inventory Item: Driving Test Perfect Score Practice Techniques (Parts 2 and 3 Only)" has been automatically activated.]

[Skill Effect: Blocks all interference from racing muscle memory, transforming the user into a ruthless test-taking machine with 100% accuracy in positioning.]

Hearing this notification, Lin Feng was overjoyed. This was a skill he had won in a lottery, and it was finally coming in handy today.

The car's air conditioning was barely cooling; it was just blowing hot air.

Lin Feng rested his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand on the loose black gearshift lever. He skillfully pulled the lever under the seat, adjusting it to the most standard test position, then adjusted the rearview mirror and fastened his seatbelt. His movements were precise, mechanical, and without a single unnecessary pause.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Coach Wang raised an eyebrow, secretly surprised: This kid's preparation movements were even more standard than the demonstrations in the driving test instruction videos?

"Start the engine, floor the clutch, shift into first gear, release the handbrake," Coach Wang commanded sternly. "Slowly release the clutch, find the engagement point. Move slowly, don't stall. If you stall, you'll be practicing stationary starts right here all day!"

Lin Feng turned the key, and the Santana emitted a feeble roar.

He stepped on the light clutch with his left foot, pushed into first gear with his right hand, and instantly raised his left foot to the perfect semi-clutch engagement point.

Without the slightest vibration or sudden drop in RPM, this dilapidated Santana moved forward smoothly, like a leaf gliding on water.

Coach Wang had prepared a whole host of classic Chinese curses, such as "Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?", but they were stuck in his throat, making his face even darker.

The start was so smooth that even he, a driving instructor with thirty years of experience, couldn't guarantee that he could control the clutch of this old car so perfectly every time.

"Ahem." Coach Wang coughed to cover his embarrassment. "The start was alright, just a lucky break. Drive to the reverse parking area ahead."

Lin Feng lightly pressed the accelerator and drove the car to the yellow line of the driving test.

"Listen carefully to my reference points." Coach Wang pointed to the ground. "When your shoulder is aligned with this line, turn the steering wheel all the way to the right. Look in the left rearview mirror; when the corner of the car appears, straighten the wheel. Got it?"

"Understood, Coach."

"Try pouring some yourself." Coach Wang crossed his arms, ready to start finding fault.

Lin Feng shifted into reverse.

With his skills at full power, Lin Feng's eyes seemed to be equipped with infrared scanners. The instant his shoulders were level with the yellow line, he quickly turned the steering wheel one and a half times.

The Santana's rear end traced a flawless arc as it retreated into the garage.

Look in the rearview mirror and straighten the mirror.

"Crunch."

Lin Feng slammed on the brakes and brought the car to a stop.

The whole process took less than five seconds, as smooth as if it were a driving test promotional video.

Coach Wang was stunned, and he pushed open the car door and leaned half his body out to look down.

The Santana was not only parked steadily in the center of the garage, but the width of the car body from the yellow line on both sides was exactly the same to the naked eye. Even if you measured it with a tape measure, the error would not exceed one millimeter! The rear of the car was also exactly ten centimeters from the bottom line.

"You—did you even look at the comms just now?" Coach Wang turned around and stared at Lin Feng as if he had seen a ghost.

"I saw it, shoulder aligned with the yellow line, corner straight. Coach, you taught so well, I understood it right away." Lin Feng said sincerely.

"It's luck! Pure luck!" Coach Wang refused to believe it, feeling his authority challenged. "Drive out and parallel park. I'll see just how lucky you are!"

Five minutes later.

Parallel parking, perfectly parked.

The hill start was executed flawlessly.

Driving on a curve, the left front wheel was close to the right side of the curve, and the right front wheel was close to the left side of the curve, and the car body did not sway at all. The straight lines of the car body were so precise that it was outrageous.

Coach Wang sat in the passenger seat, silent.

He felt like an unnecessary decoration, and even felt that he shouldn't be sitting there, but should be under the car.

"Coach, what other items are there in the second part of the driving test?" Lin Feng parked the car at the exit of the S-curve and asked very politely.

Coach Wang picked up his water glass, unscrewed the cap, and took a big gulp of water to calm himself down.

"Subject Two is no challenge for you. Go straight to the outer ring road and practice for Subject Three road test!" Coach Wang gritted his teeth, he didn't believe this kid could be so arrogant on the road.

The outer ring road of the driving school is a two-kilometer-long internal straight road, specifically used for students to practice shifting gears and driving in a straight line.

"Accelerate, shift gears one by one. Let me see your gear-shifting technique." Coach Wang stared intently at Lin Feng's right hand.

"Okay."

Lin Feng stepped on the accelerator with his right foot.

However, just as the car was accelerating and needed to shift gears quickly to deal with the road conditions, the system's test-taking skills and Lin Feng's innate racing thug instincts had a wonderful chemical reaction.

The system ensured he wouldn't stall, but his muscles craved speed.

In the instant the engine speed surged, Lin Feng's left foot lightly touched the clutch and then lifted it off, while his right hand simultaneously shoved the gear lever from first to second gear.

The entire gear shift took less than 0.2 seconds, with no interruption in power delivery!

Third gear! Fourth gear! Fifth gear!

Lin Feng's right hand blurred into a blur on the patina-covered black gearshift. He drove the old Santana with the illusion of a sequential gearbox, the engine's roar echoing throughout the training ground.

"Slow down! You're speeding! There's a sharp turn ahead! Slow down! Downshift!" Coach Wang shouted in fright, his face turning from black to white.

A normal learner should step on the brake at this point, then frantically press the clutch to downshift, and the car will definitely experience a violent jerk due to the mismatch in engine speed.

But Lin Feng did not.

Faced with this 90-degree right-angle turn, his racing instincts completely overwhelmed the driving test rules.

He pressed his right toes firmly against the brake pedal to apply the brakes hard, while at the same time, his right heel naturally turned to the right and precisely slammed on the gas!

"boom--!"

The Santana's engine revved up instantly.

With his left foot on the clutch, he forcefully pulled the car from fifth gear into third gear with his right hand.

As the clutch was released, the engine speed was perfectly matched, without the slightest hesitation. The rear of the car gripped the ground firmly and smoothly entered the curve.

A highly standard advanced racing technique – heel-and-toe downshift!

Coach Wang, sitting in the passenger seat, was completely dumbfounded.

He gripped the handle above the car door tightly with both hands, turned to look at Lin Feng's calm profile, and felt his worldview crumbling.

In a beat-up Santana that can't even keep the air conditioning on, you're using some kind of heel-and-toe shifting to downshift and corner?!

"Stop! Stop the car! Pull over to the side of the road!!!" Coach Wang roared desperately.

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Lin Feng slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a smooth stop on the side of the road. He then shifted the car into neutral and engaged the handbrake. Under the system's control, the distance to the curb remained a perfect 3,000 centimeters.

"What's wrong, Coach? Did I shift into the wrong gear? System—no, I mean, it feels pretty smooth." Lin Feng wiped his sweat and looked at the coach with an innocent expression.

Coach Wang stared intently at him, his chest heaving violently.

"Kid, tell me the truth." Coach Wang's voice had lost its initial arrogance, replaced by deep respect. "Are you some guy sent by another driving school to cause trouble?"

"No, Coach, I'm just in a hurry to get my license and go back to work."

"You work? What did you do before?" Coach Wang didn't believe it at all. "Driving an unlicensed taxi to escape? A long-haul coal hauler? Or a stuntman in a movie? That downshift and rev-matching you just did, you couldn't have done that without ten or eight years of experience as a daredevil!"

Lin Feng scratched his head, feeling there was nothing to hide about it, after all, he was a public figure.

"I'm just a driver," Lin Feng answered truthfully.

What kind of car do you drive?

"Single seat, convertible."

Coach Wang frowned deeply, pondering the vehicle's configuration for a moment: "Single-seat convertible? You think you're driving an old man's electric tricycle?!"

"Not a tricycle," Lin Feng said helplessly, "F1."

The carriage fell into a deathly silence.

The hot air from the broken air conditioner swirled between the two of them.

Coach Wang stared at Lin Feng for a full ten seconds, his face displaying a variety of expressions.

Immediately afterwards, Wang, the notorious driving school leader, suddenly burst into deafening laughter, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

"Hahaha! F1! Okay, kid, you're really good at bragging!" Coach Wang laughed and slapped his thigh wildly. "If you're an F1 driver, then I'm Schumacher's mentor! Get down here and let me drive. I'll take you to the test center to familiarize yourself with the routes. Your skills are a waste for driving a low-speed car. After you've had enough practice time in a couple of days, go straight to your driving test!"

Lin Feng sat in the driver's seat and shrugged speechlessly.

These days, nobody really believes you when you tell the truth.