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

[Driving skills successfully transferred!]

[Driving skills training in progress...]

[1%……2……5%……]

Zhang Yong suddenly realized that his mind had been filled with a wealth of knowledge: when to depress the clutch... when is the appropriate braking point... the force required to shift gears...

Since there were only four people practicing driving, Zhang Yong had an hour to practice as soon as he got started.

For others, it's an hour.

For him, it was 30 hours!

30 hours is quite a lot. In 2026, the total driving school hours for a C1 manual transmission license are only 45 hours!

For most people, 45 hours is enough time to master skills such as hill starts and reversing into parking spaces. It can be said that Zhang Yong has now learned to drive!

Compared to the two adults in front, Zhang Yong drove with increasing skill. Chen Yongjian, sitting in the passenger seat, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and say:

"Did your dad secretly teach you at home?"

Zhang Yong shook his head: "Uncle Chen, that's a cotton mill vehicle. My dad would never use a government vehicle to teach me."

"That's true."

Chen Yongjian nodded in agreement. He knew Zhang Defa's character; he wouldn't take a single needle or thread from the country.

But that doesn't make sense!

Chen Yongjian was puzzled. It had only been about an hour since Zhang Yong took the steering wheel.

He was already very skilled at driving, almost like a pro!

That's why he suspected Zhang Defa had secretly given his son special treatment, but then dismissed the suspicion.

Could he be a genius?

"Ring ring~"

The alarm clock rang; it's time to switch people.

Zhang Yong released the steering wheel and realized that he was actually covered in sweat.

This car doesn't have an assisted driving system. Turning the steering wheel requires strength, and it can't just be the strength of your arms. You have to use your waist to drive your arms and find that skillful technique.

"It must have been tough!"

Chen Yongjian gave his usual lecture, "Your dad drives for more than ten hours at a time. Be more considerate of him. It's not easy for anyone."

Zhang Yong nodded; it was indeed tiring.

Zhang Yong got out of the car and sat in the back seat, switching places with Wei Shuyun. It was her turn next.

"Cheer me on!"

Wei Shuyun raised her little fist and spoke into the sunlight.

Zhang Yong smiled and said, "Keep it up."

However, reality is often harsh.

Wei Shuyun seems to be the type who exercises regularly, as she is stronger than many skinny boys, and you can see the faint muscle outline in her upper arms.

However, driving this car was too strenuous, and Wei Shuyun soon became drenched in sweat, slumped over the steering wheel, panting heavily, her chest heaving.

She had been gripping the dark steering wheel with a thin layer of sweat, which glistened slightly in the sunlight.

"Take your time."

Chen Yongjian offered a word of comfort, explaining that it was his first time mentoring a female student and he didn't know how to guide her, especially since the leader had specifically spoken to her about it.

"Why would a little girl learn to drive?"

The man next to Zhang Yong sneered, "I struggle to drive this car, let alone you! You should just go back to school!"

Another person whispered, "If she doesn't study anymore, we can each have an extra half hour."

"Be serious!"

Chen Yongjian immediately reprimanded them sternly, "Did you two drive very well? Did you think you could criticize others so easily? If you don't want to practice, get out! You have no right to speak!"

The two immediately fell silent, but Chen Yongjian, being a former soldier, had a more imposing presence.

"Your waist."

Zhang Yong suddenly said.

"What's wrong with my waist? It's so thin."

Wei Shuyun blinked and twisted her body.

"When turning the steering wheel, don't just use your arms."

Zhang Yong said earnestly, word by word, "Use your waist to drive your arms, swing in a big circle. Don't worry about using too much force, this car is actually quite sluggish."

Wei Shuyun looked thoughtful.

Chen Yongjian thought to himself, "This is what I'm going to talk about in the class after next. Why did you just tell me this out loud?"

Even if you're quick-witted, you can't use it like that!

At the same time, he realized that Zhang Yong could already sense the condition of the car. This talent was truly terrifying!

Since Chen Yongjian had other work in the afternoon, the training session actually only lasted for one morning, and the group quickly went home.

Wei Shuyun stayed, her beautiful face showing stubbornness.

"Coach Chen, I'd like to practice a little longer."

Chen Yongjian hesitated for a moment, "Okay, but I can only practice for an extra hour at most. I have to report to my superiors later."

Wei Shuyun immediately beamed with joy, then thought for a moment and asked, "Coach Chen, is Zhang Yong's situation normal?"

Chen Yongjian was silent for a moment, then said:

"Don't even compare yourself to him. Zhang Defa is definitely giving him special treatment!"

……

In the afternoon, Zhang Yong returned home.

There was no one at home. Zhang Defa had a shipment to deliver, while Li Guilan had to work at the cotton mill.

Zhang Yong glanced at the panel; his driving skill had jumped from level 0 to level 4.

After activating the training skill, he has already had four hours, which is equivalent to 120 hours of training time for him. He is not far from becoming an experienced driver.

Of course, there is still a gap between them and those who have driven tens of thousands of hours, such as Zhang Defa and Chen Yongjian. However, this gap is in experience, while their technical skills are already on par.

"The driving training is progressing very quickly."

"At this rate, if I leave it running for another full day, 24 hours, I'll have trained for 720 hours, which is more than enough to master this skill."

"Although that person said that 10,000 hours can master any skill, it also depends on the specific skill."

"Writing and painting take longer, while driving is much simpler; a thousand hours or so is enough."

"Okay, I'll switch out of driving skills and use another skill for AFK farming at this time tomorrow."

Zhang Yong thought of a few skills he needed to improve, sat at his desk, and wrote down a few words on a piece of white paper.

"writing."

"Cooking skills".

"Playing the piano."

While culinary skills can show results in the short term, he doesn't intend to become a full-time chef, so he's not considering it for the time being.

Playing the piano might show results in the short term, but it's hard to make money from it. Try it again when you've started making money.

That leaves writing.

These days, the power of words is immense.

The early 1990s were the golden age of print media. Various literary journals sprang up like mushrooms after rain. "Harvest," "Zhongshan," "October," and even "Story Club" or "Reader" were literary sanctuaries in the hearts of countless people.

Most importantly, the royalties of this era were astonishing.

A high-quality short story can earn tens or even hundreds of yuan per thousand words.

In an era when Zhang Defa's monthly salary was only three hundred yuan, a viral article was enough to equal several years' savings for an ordinary worker.

Okay! I'll choose writing!

Zhang Yong made up his mind that the first thing he would do was to develop his writing skills!

He found Zhang Defa's work station paper and pen, but when he picked up the pen, he didn't know what to write. Zhang Yong hadn't read many books, but he had read a lot of online novels, which were not suitable for this era.

"Um……"

"A-Yong's college entrance exam results were not ideal..."