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

Yang Jiulang looked around, but no one was paying attention.

With his hands in his pockets, he strolled out of the construction site gate.

This construction site is located in a remote area, and the surrounding roads were only partially completed to facilitate the sale of the land.

There was nothing else besides the people on the construction site.

Turn left after exiting the main gate, and you'll find an even smaller asphalt road.

The road is only one lane wide, and on both sides are waist-high grasses that ripple like waves when the wind blows.

Yang Jiulang lit a cigarette and strolled along the path, glancing back every now and then.

Not long after, Even's little red SUV came into view.

Gradually getting closer.

Yang Jiulang stepped aside and stopped walking.

The SUV stopped right next to him, and the window slowly rolled down.

"Engineer Yang, get in the car," Even called out sweetly from the driver's seat opposite.

Yang Jiulang stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette, looked around to make sure no one was watching, quickly opened the car door, and got into the passenger seat.

Even was chewing gum, her red lips moving, opening and closing, her short hair tucked behind her ears, her profile breathtakingly beautiful.

"Look at you, sneaking around like that," Even scoffed, "like you're having an affair."

Yang Jiulang chuckled awkwardly, "Boss, I'm not a good person, I'm afraid I'll bring you bad luck!"

"Tch, I'm a woman and I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

"Okay, actually, boys should also take care of themselves when they go out," Yang Jiulang said.

"Hehehe~ You really are something."

With a tap of the accelerator, the little red Mustang sped off into the depths of the wilderness.

After walking about two or three miles, they came to a secluded dead end. Even played a few rounds and smoothly turned around.

He stopped the car: "Come on, it's your turn."

Yang Jiulang looked at the Mustang he was sitting on, feeling uncertain: "Boss, this car is different from the one I learned to drive. I'm really afraid I won't be able to tame it."

Even snorted: "Stop being modest, go for it."

The two switched places.

Yang Jiulang sat in the driver's seat, and Even sat in the passenger seat.

She leaned over and told Yang Jiulang about the accelerator, brake, and gear positions.

They were very close, and the faint scent of her expensive perfume wafted over, making Yang Jiulang a little distracted.

"What are you spacing out for? Shift gears."

"oh oh."

Yang Jiulang frantically tried to shift gears, and the car lurched forward and stalled.

Even chuckled: "Engineer Yang, are you sure you can handle this?"

"I..." Yang Jiulang blushed, "It's a new car, I'm not very skilled."

"Stuck?" Even leaned closer and gently tapped the back of his hand on the steering wheel. "Is it rustiness, or just a racing mind? Focus on driving."

Yang Jiulang's heart raced. He thought to himself, "This woman is definitely doing this on purpose."

What is she going to do?

Yang Jiulang swallowed hard: "Boss, you're making me nervous."

"Panic?" She rested her chin on her hand, looking at him with a smile. "It's good to be nervous. If you're nervous now, you won't be nervous during the exam."

Yang Jiulang shook his head: "I'm sure I won't panic during the exam."

"Oh?" Even stared at Yang Jiulang, her eyes darting around. "Then why are you panicking now?"

Yang Jiulang breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't blame me for telling the truth."

"Hmm, it's not your fault. Go ahead and say it." Even pouted, her perfect red lips looking luscious and tempting.

"Um, I feel like you had bad intentions towards me today."

"Hehehehe~" Even let out a series of laughs, punched Yang Jiulang on the shoulder with her little fist, and rolled her eyes, saying, "I told you to drive, not to drive recklessly, be serious."

Yang Jiulang subconsciously touched the remaining fist-shaped incense on his shoulder, took a deep breath, restarted the engine, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas.

The car started smoothly.

"Not bad," Even nodded. "A little to the left, a little to the right, oh, it's out! Adjust the angle a bit more, hmm, good..."

It's getting better and better!

At this moment, Yang Jiulang had a hundred pornographic films flashing through his mind, accompanied by Even's sweet and coquettish commands, his mind was filled with Western-style images.

It would be strange if he could drive well.

Several times it almost veered off the road.

"Boss, don't give orders," Yang Jiulang decisively suggested, "I can drive it better."

Even finally shut up.

Sure enough, the car traveled smoothly in the middle of the narrow road, which was overgrown with weeds on both sides.

Yang Jiulang smiled smugly, stepped on the gas, and the car sped up even more.

I went back and forth several times.

Yang Jiulang finally had his fill.

He parked, shifted gears, breathed a satisfied sigh of relief, and turned to smugly ask, "Boss, how was my driving?"

Even pursed his lips: "Your control of direction and angle is pretty good, and your acceleration is decent, light when you need to be light and heavy when you need to be heavy."

Yang Jiulang grew even more smug: "I haven't even learned it that many times!"

"Yeah," Even nodded, "It's just that my hand skills aren't great. I always look down when shifting gears, which makes it feel jerky. But I'll get used to it and my hands will operate the gears subconsciously when I shift gears."

As she spoke, Even's well-defined, delicate hand grasped the evenly sized gearshift handle, her thumb rubbing the gearshift cap intentionally or unintentionally.

Yang Jiulang gasped, his breath caught in his throat, and his hand involuntarily reached out and covered that fair hand.

It feels slightly cool to the touch.

The car floor froze instantly; both of them were stunned.

A moment later, Even swiftly withdrew her hand, her face flushed, and glared at Yang Jiulang, cursing, "You lecherous scoundrel, don't you even know where you're grabbing from?!"

Yang Jiulang was startled, his face flushed red, and he apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, boss, I didn't see it."

"Didn't you see?" Even glared at him.

"No, no, I saw it," Yang Jiulang said in a panic, "but I didn't mean to, I won't do it again, I won't do it again."

"Hmph," Even crossed her arms, "I kindly accompanied you to practice driving, and you actually took advantage of me. You, treat me to dinner."

Yang Jiulang immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, okay, I'll definitely treat you. I was going to treat the leaders to dinner anyway."

"That's more like it. Hmph, you can walk back yourself!"

"Yes." Yang Jiulang obediently jumped out of the car.

The wild horse roared away.

Yang Jiulang took out a cigarette, lit it, and watched the car's rear end disappear into the distance, feeling depressed.

What's going on? We're completely being manipulated!

I checked Even's favorability rating in the system; it was 65 points.

Indeed, we've just gone beyond being friends, and I'm starting to like myself a little.

However, putting aside her own restlessness, Even definitely meant to flirt with her just now.

What's going on here? Seeking thrills? Or simply a cat playing with a mouse?

Thinking about my behavior just now, I was so cowardly and pathetic. I really brought shame to my hometown!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but say angrily, "Hmph, Even, you better not do it again."

Yang Jiulang walked back to the construction site gate, still angry with Even, so he decided not to go to work.

I hailed a taxi and headed to the driving range for serious practice.

At the driving school training ground, instructor Han Jun was already training other students.

Today she was wearing a black tight-fitting T-shirt, camouflage cargo pants, and Doc Martens. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she wore a sun hat and large sunglasses. She looked cool and capable.

"Yang Jiulang, come here." She waved to Yang Jiulang when she saw him.

Yang Jiulang jogged over: "Teacher Han."

"I've registered you for your driving test (Part 2) on Saturday morning. Practice hard today, don't embarrass me."

"Yes, sir." Yang Jiulang stood at attention and saluted.

Han Jun smiled slightly, a sweet smile spreading across his lips, then his face instantly turned cold: "Be serious, stop with the glib talk."