He was exiled to Dongguan and shot by two young women with promiscuous sexual harassment.

Yang Jiulang hailed a taxi and went to the nearest driving school.

The driving school's sign is small, hanging on the exterior wall of a three-story building facing the street, with the words "Dongcheng Driving School" written on it.

Several training vehicles were parked at the entrance, their white bodies marked with red "Training Vehicle" signs, and small signs on their roofs.

He pushed open the door and went in. The receptionist was a woman in her forties, who was eating sunflower seeds and watching TV.

"Hello, I'd like to learn to drive," Yang Jiulang said politely.

The older woman clapped her hands, stood up, and gave a detailed introduction: "The regular class is 5,000, the guaranteed pass class is 7,000, and the expedited class is 8,500."

"How long is the fastest I can get my certificate with the expedited service?" Yang Jiulang asked.

"It will take at least two months, guaranteed, and it won't delay your trip home for the New Year," the older sister said knowingly.

Yang Jiulang did not hesitate at all and signed up for the expedited service.

I filled out the form, had my photo taken, copied my ID card, and paid the money quickly.

The older sister gave him a receipt, then picked up her phone and called out, "Coach Han, I've arranged a new student for you, in an expedited class. You can mentor him."

After putting down her phone, the older woman grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and shoved them into Yang Jiulang's hand: "I've arranged a top-notch driving instructor for you, named Han Jun. Do you have time to practice driving now? If so, you can go and find him."

"have."

Following the directions given by his older sister, he ate sunflower seeds as he walked through the driving school's office area and to the training ground at the back.

Before entering the venue, he bought two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes at the convenience store.

He learned these social skills online.

The driving range wasn't large, about half the size of a football field. It was divided into several areas by white lines, such as reversing into a parking space, parallel parking, and driving on a curved road. The markings on the ground were a bit faded, but still legible.

A simple tin shed was set up on the sidelines, with a few plastic chairs and a folding table under it, and several thermos cups and ashtrays scattered on the table.

Five or six instructors were leading students; some were shouting "Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!" outside the car, while others were sleeping in the passenger seat.

Yang Jiulang glanced around, but couldn't tell which one was Han Jun.

At that moment, he saw a female staff member wearing a yellow vest standing not far away.

She wore a beige sun hat, her skin was a healthy tan, and her tapered sweatpants accentuated her toned legs. Standing beside the car with her hands in her pockets, she had an upright posture that exuded a sharp and capable air, especially her eye-catching hip curves.

Yang Jiulang hurried over and asked, "Hello, may I ask which one is Teacher Han Jun?"

The woman turned around.

He was probably around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His skin was a healthy tan from long hours of outdoor work. He wasn't wearing makeup, and his features were clean and sharp. His eyebrows were neatly trimmed, his eyes were clear and bright, his nose was straight, and his lips were thin, giving the feeling of a thin sheet when you kissed them.

"This woman is something else," Yang Jiulang thought to himself, a smile unconsciously spreading across his face.

"Miss, may I ask who Teacher Han Jun is?" Yang Jiulang asked again.

"You asked him to practice driving?" the woman asked, frowning.

"Yes, I just signed up. I heard that Teacher Han is the top coach here."

The woman gave a dismissive smile: "Wait here for a while!"

"Okay." Yang Jiulang obediently stood aside.

Looking at the woman's lithe figure, he liked her more and more, thinking that if he could learn to drive from her, his efficiency would be greatly improved.

Mustering my courage, I went up again: "Hello, are you a coach here?"

The woman nodded.

"Um," Yang Jiulang hesitated for a moment before asking, "can I learn from you?"

The woman turned around, glanced at Yang Jiulang, and asked, "Why?"

Yang Jiulang was stunned and dared not speak the truth for a moment.

"Didn't you want to learn from Coach Han? He's a gold medal coach," the woman replied.

Yang Jiulang thought for a moment and said, "Whether it's a gold medal or not, who knows if it's real or fake? I just feel that learning from you is more efficient."

"Thank you, then you can learn from me," the woman said.

"Huh?" Yang Jiulang exclaimed in surprise.

"What's wrong?"

"No, don't we need to report this to you? Don't we need to tell Teacher Han?"

The woman shook her head: "No need, because I am Han Jun, and your name is Yang Jiulang, right?"

"Gah gah gah???" Yang Jiulang instantly lost his composure and swayed as if about to fall.

He managed to stand up straight and bowed deeply to the woman: "Hello, Teacher Han. I was blind to your talent and didn't recognize you as a top coach. I spoke carelessly just now."

Han Jun smiled and mimicked Yang Jiulang's tone, saying, "What gold medal or not, who knows if it's real or fake."

Yang Jiulang was about to sway back down when he subconsciously pulled out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and handed it over. He stopped halfway and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Teacher Han. I thought you were a man, so I only brought cigarettes."

Han Jun shook his head: "The atmosphere in driving schools has been corrupted by these male instructors."

"Yes, yes, ah, no, no, no."

Teacher Han pointed to the sunshade next to them: "Go wait over there, it's your turn after the students in front finish practicing."

"Yes."

Yang Jiulang obediently walked to the tin shed and found a plastic chair to sit on.

In Han Jun's group, there were two other trainees on the bus, a woman and a man, both around twenty years old.

Han Jun stood outside the car, hands in his pockets, a whistle dangling from his mouth, blowing it every now and then, then shouting, "Straighten up! Straighten up! Where did you turn the steering wheel?!"

The voice was crisp, but the tone was as fierce as if scolding a primary school student.

After waiting for about an hour, the first two finally finished practicing.

The last boy to get off the bus was pale-faced. He walked to the shelter, plopped down, let out a long sigh, and muttered under his breath, "Damn, that was brutal."

Yang Jiulang slowly leaned forward and tentatively asked, "Are you talking about Coach Han?"

The boy glanced at him, giving him a "good luck" look: "Bro, good luck."

At this moment, Han Jun shouted from the field, "The new guy, the one from the fast class, come here."

Yang Jiulang stood up, dusted off his pants, and ran over.

"Get in the car," Han Jun called out as Yang Jiulang approached.

Yang Jiulang quickly opened the car door and got in.

Han Jun froze, staring at Yang Jiulang.

Yang Jiulang looked at her questioningly: "Teacher Han, aren't you getting on the bus?"

"What are you doing sitting in the passenger seat? Trying to train me?" Han Jun shouted.

Yang Jiulang was startled and immediately tried to jump into the driver's seat.

"Go down from here," Han Jun shouted again.

The people learning to drive next to me were already laughing out loud.

Yang Jiulang shrank back, got out of the car dejectedly, and sat in the driver's seat.

Han Jun then got into the car.

She got into the car very professionally, first tucking her firm buttocks in.

Yang Jiulang's heart skipped a beat.

"Have you ever driven before?" Han Jun asked.

"no."

"Do you know how to use the clutch?"

"I know that in theory."

Han Jun glanced at him: "What do you mean by 'theoretically knowing'?"

"It's just that... I know the principle, but I haven't practiced it in practice."

Han Jun snorted: "Fasten your seatbelt."

Yang Jiulang obediently tied up.

"Left foot on the clutch, right foot on the brake and accelerator. Shift into first gear, release the handbrake, slowly release the clutch, and find the engagement point."

Following the instructions, Yang Jiulang slowly lifted his left foot, the car began to tremble slightly, and then... it stalled.

Han Jun said expressionlessly, "Again."

The second time, it stalled again.

The third time, the car finally started moving slowly, crawling forward at a snail's pace for half a meter. Then, Yang Jiulang tensed up, let go with his left foot, and the car suddenly lurched forward and stalled again.

Han Jun took a deep breath. Yang Jiulang thought she was about to yell at him, but she just said, "It was your first time, not bad. You were just too nervous. Relax. Separation and reunion aren't your enemies. Don't fight them."

Yang Jiulang nodded and reignited the fire.

This time, he slowed down, thinking, "Slowly release the clutch, the car body vibrates, stabilize, release the handbrake," and the car finally started moving smoothly.

"Walk forward and stop in front of that ice cream cone."

Yang Jiulang controlled the car to move forward slowly. When it reached the designated position, he pressed the clutch and brake and brought it to a steady stop.

Han Jun nodded: "Not bad. You have a good feel for the car, back up."

For the next hour, Han Jun went over the essentials of reversing into a parking space and parallel parking with him. Yang Jiulang was already intelligent, and with the enhanced physical coordination brought by the "Full Power" skill from the system, his hand speed far surpassed that of ordinary people. Actions that might take others three to five days to barely master, he could do quite well after practicing three or four times.

Han Jun's expression gradually changed from "Another idiot" to "Hmm, this kid is alright," and finally, she couldn't help but praise him, "Not bad, much better than I expected."

Yang Jiulang smiled modestly: "Teacher Han teaches well."

Han Jun rolled his eyes at him and didn't reply.