In the 90s, you could acquire max-level skills every 14 days.

The gentle sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting silhouettes of light and shadow.

Zhang Yong was awakened by the aroma of food. His mother, Li Guilan, was always a good cook, and the smell of braised chicken wings filled the room.

"Mom, did you make braised chicken wings?"

Zhang Yong shouted, feigning ignorance.

Li Guilan peeked into the bedroom, cautiously glanced inside, and said:

"Son, are you feeling better?"

It has been almost a month since Zhang Yong was reborn, and he has spent most of that time in a daze, which worries Li Guilan greatly.

She was very afraid of Zhang Yong going out alone because there were frequent news reports on TV about students jumping off buildings due to depression caused by poor grades.

Today was different; Zhang Yong seemed like a completely different person.

Full of energy.

"It's alright now!"

Zhang Yong jumped out of bed and strode towards the dining table, where Old Zhang was already sitting and reading the newspaper, which appeared to be the employment section.

Zhang Yong said, "Dad, take me to Uncle Chen's today. I want to learn to drive from him!"

"this......"

Zhang Defa was visibly startled. He glanced at Li Guilan, who was leaning against the doorframe, quietly watching him, and coughed lightly.

"Your mom and I have discussed it, and we're thinking of having you repeat a year of high school. If that doesn't work out, you can join the army. I have a friend who can get you a spot; they can give you priority admission if you're a young person with a high school diploma..."

"No need, I'll go learn to drive."

Zhang Yong said firmly.

"good!"

Zhang Defa slapped his thigh excitedly, "I knew driving was great! Don't be fooled by the large number of drivers in Beijing; once you get to Langfang, you'll see that those who can drive are truly talented!"

Zhang Yong chuckled inwardly. What kind of talent is it to be able to drive?

It is now 1990, the tail end of the reform and opening up.

With the increasing number of private cars, driving has gradually transformed from a scarce skill into a basic skill. Since 2010, almost all high school students have gone to driving schools to learn to drive after finishing their exams.

This is probably what is meant by the limitations of the times.

Zhang Yong wasn't planning to make driving a lifelong career; he was just thinking of testing the hang-up position first.

Compared to other skills, driving is probably the easiest to learn.

Li Guilan hesitated to speak, secretly disapproving.

But seeing her son's positive and cheerful demeanor, she couldn't bear to say it. After so many days of silence, she finally found something to cheer him up.

He then gave a somewhat forced, yet somewhat relieved smile.

......

That afternoon, Zhang Yong arrived at the Chaoyang District Transportation Bureau.

At this time, new types of schools called "driving schools" had emerged, and the tuition was very expensive, costing 3000 yuan. Keep in mind that the average monthly salary at that time was only a little over 100 yuan.

It's like Coca-Cola, a product whose price hasn't increased in the past thirty years.

Zhang Yong's family has connections in the Transportation Bureau, so naturally he wouldn't waste money on this.

Chen Yongjian, from the Training Section of the Transportation Bureau, was an old acquaintance of Zhang Defa. He was eleven years older than Zhang Defa and had switched to coaching due to health reasons.

"Uncle Chen."

Zhang Yong grinned and greeted him.

"Zhang Yong is here!"

Chen Yongjian smiled with emotion. He had watched Zhang Yong grow up, and they were very familiar with each other.

He wanted to chat more, but the traffic police team was a formal organization, and Zhang Yong wasn't the only one learning to drive, so he could only tell him to wait in the queue.

There were three people in the group. The two men were older and were probably sent by government agencies or factories to learn to drive.

These days, everyone drives official vehicles, and you even need a license to learn to drive at the traffic bureau's driving school.

The other one was a girl, who also looked like she had just graduated from high school.

The girl was really pretty. Her floral skirt, which just reached her knees, swayed gently. Her snow-white, straight legs looked so tempting that they could make you want to commit a crime. Perhaps because of the heat, her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were clear and bright. She was quite tall, about 1.7 meters, and had her hair tied in a wavy ponytail.

She clasped her hands together in front of her, holding a blue-covered book, like an oil painting bathed in summer sunlight.

Zhang Yong was immediately struck by her beauty, and a name automatically popped into his mind.

Wei Shuyun.

This is the school beauty of Chuiyangliu Middle School, and also the object of the original owner's secret crush.

For three whole years, the original owner would often take advantage of breaks between classes to go to the toilet, and Chao Jue would inadvertently pass by Wei Shuyun's classroom and steal glances at Wei Shuyun sitting by the window.

As for Wei Shuyun's attitude?

I don't care, I don't pay attention.

I don't know them either.

Yes, Wei Shuyun didn't recognize the original body at all.

After all, hundreds of boys from her class pass by every day, and she never even looks up to see them.

Perhaps because she had finally seen someone her own age, Wei Shuyun waved with a mixture of relief and joy.

"Hello." Zhang Yong nodded politely.

"Hello, hello, my name is Wei Shuyun."

Wei Shuyun seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "Finally, someone my age has come. Those two uncles have been staring at me. Quick, help me block them out. Hey? You look familiar. Are you also from Chuiyangliu Middle School?"

She actually remembered me... Zhang Yong was somewhat surprised.

"Oh, you're here to learn to drive too?"

Wei Shuyun nodded vigorously: "Yes, my dad said that being able to drive is an essential skill in the future, so he sent me here to learn after I finished the exam."

"I learned to drive to make money..." Zhang Yong grinned, thinking to himself, "It's true what they say, comparisons are the thief of joy."

Out of politeness, neither of them asked the other about their college entrance exam scores.

However, Zhang Yong estimated that Wei Shuyun did very well in the exam. Her grades were very famous in Chuiyangliu Middle School, and she had the potential to get into Tsinghua or Peking University.

Zhang Yong's arrival eased the situation somewhat, and the two adults also slightly lowered their gazes.

Zhang Yong is 1.85 meters tall and has a large build. He also has a habit of playing basketball, which can be quite intimidating at first glance.

"Waaah—"

The sound of a car humming suddenly rang out.

A military green Jeep with a canvas roof and triangular windows, the Beijing 212, rumbled to a stop in front of the four people.

Zhang Yong almost twitched his lips. Although he had heard it many times, he still found the roaring sound very deafening.

In 90, only these crude Jeeps were available in China; the dilapidated Santana sedan that would later appear in Shanghai was just beginning at that time.

Chen Yongjian stepped out of the car with a triumphant air and shouted:

Driving is a skill, and memorizing maps requires even more effort!

"We are pressed for time. You two comrades have come from Langfang and have been spending the country's time and money every day. So you only have one month left."

"During the day we'll do hands-on practice, and at night you'll study traffic regulations and car mechanics on your own."

"Understood!" the four shouted in unison.

Next, Chen Yongjian briefly explained how to drive the car, which was not much different from later generations: clutch, brake, and gear shifting.

However, one thing to note is that this car does not have an assisted driving system.

The steering wheel is incredibly heavy... the clutch is extremely difficult to press, the gear shift throw is very long, and the gears are very stiff.

Zhang Yong couldn't help but glance at Wei Shuyun; this was quite a test for the young girl.

After a brief explanation, Chen Yongjian immediately let the group try it out.

When it was Zhang Yong's turn, he tried each part and found that it was indeed very difficult to drive. No wonder only men can drive long-distance vehicles.

Twenty minutes later, a panel suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yong's eyes.

Name: Zhang Yong

Age: 18

[Skills already mastered: Driving lv.0]

[AFK slot: Empty]

[AFK speed: 30x]

[Should I move driving skills to the idle slot?]

Zhang Yong raised the corners of his mouth and silently thought:

"yes!"

......