Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

Chapter 5 Fujiwara Genta?

10:00 AM.

Lin Yuan was awakened by a barrage of urgent phone calls.

The phone vibrated so loudly beside his pillow that it seemed to be about to fly away, ringing incessantly and forcefully pulling him out of his dream.

Lin Yuan groggily reached for his phone, his eyes not even fully open.

Caller ID: Zhou Huan.

Little Fatty.

Lin Yuan's best friend, they skipped school together since childhood, got scolded together, and were both terrible at basketball, each with their own unique style. Just how close are they?

If someone falls down, the first reaction isn't to help them up, but to laugh for three seconds before asking if they're dead.

Lin Yuan answered the phone, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

"Hey fatty, what do you want from me so early in the morning? Can't a person get some sleep?"

Zhou Huan was silent for two seconds on the other end of the phone.

Then he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Brother Yuan! Are you still sleeping?"

"If I keep sleeping, I'll miss my driving test!"

Lin Yuan's previously half-dead eyes instantly became three-tenths clearer.

Driving test (Part 3)?

Oh.

It seems that there is such a thing.

The original owner had previously enrolled in driving lessons and was taking the third part of the driving test today.

For someone taking the driving test (Part 3) for the first time, this is definitely something to be nervous about.

After all, once you get in the car, the safety officer sits down next to you, and the system voice sounds, the only four words left in the mind of an ordinary person are: "That's it, I'm done for."

But Lin Yuan is different.

In his poorest time in his past life, he actually drove a taxi.

He's seen it all: morning rush hour traffic jams, passengers rushing to catch the high-speed train, navigation systems suddenly malfunctioning, and a passenger in the back seat saying, "Driver, I'm going to be late!"

The road conditions in the third stage of the driving test were like a beginner's training session for him.

Lin Yuan sat up, rubbed his messy hair, but his tone was as steady as a veteran race car driver who had just come off the track.

"The third driving test is a piece of cake, a breeze to pass."

Zhou Huan was so anxious on the other end of the phone that she was jumping up and down.

"Bro, don't take it off yet! Get up! If you don't get up, the coach is going to make an example of you!"

What time is the exam?

"One o'clock in the afternoon!"

Lin Yuan glanced at the time.

10:03.

well.

There are still nearly three hours left.

In his view, there was enough time to have brunch first, and then take the opportunity to contemplate life.

"What's the panic?"

Lin Yuan yawned.

"The real masters always make their grand entrance last."

Zhou Huan was speechless.

"Is this the grand finale?"

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Driving test center.

The sun was so intense it felt like it was baking the ground until it smelled like cumin.

Zhou Huan stood at the entrance of the examination hall, his chubby face filled with anxiety. He stood on tiptoe, peering out, while sending a message to Lin Yuan.

[Yuan-ge, where are you?]

[Brother Yuan, where are you?]

[Brother Yuan, you're not still in bed, are you?]

The next second, a lazy voice came from behind.

"Stop rushing me, or it'll make you seem very unsteady."

Zhou Huan turned around abruptly.

Lin Yuan strolled over with his hands in his pockets, looking more relaxed than if he were there to inspect the local conditions than to take an exam.

Zhou Huan breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at the time.

Okay.

I wasn't late, and I even got to sit in the waiting area for a while.

Once the initial tension subsided, his gossipy nature immediately returned.

He looked Lin Yuan up and down, then suddenly chuckled.

"Brother Yuan, I heard that Su Zhiyuan also got into Jinghua Film Academy."

Lin Yuan glanced at him sideways.

"so?"

Zhou Huan leaned closer, lowered his voice, and looked like a paparazzi who had just dug up some juicy scoop.

"Brother Yuan, you applied to the Jinghua Film Academy, you wouldn't be doing it because of Su Zhiyuan, would you?"

Lin Yuan remained silent for a moment, then looked at him intently.

Do I look like a simp?

Zhou Huan touched his chin.

"It wasn't like that before."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"That's more like it."

Zhou Huan added insult to injury:

"Now he's more like a stubborn, sycophantic simp."

Lin Yuan raised his hand, intending to slap him on the back of the head.

Zhou Huan quickly took two steps back and protected her head with both hands.

"Just kidding, just kidding! Brother Yuan, don't do it. You have an exam later, don't let it affect your performance."

"rest assured."

Lin Yuan flexed his wrists, his tone calm.

"My main focus today is on civilized driving and safe travel."

Looking at his confident demeanor, Zhou Huan had some doubts in her heart.

He remembered that Lin Yuan's driving skills were only so-so before.

Reversing into a parking space can drive an instructor to the point of blood pressure spike, driving straight is like snaking a snake, and parking on the side of the road is an even more mysterious feat.

This is the kind of thing that would make a coach want to mute the phone, and a safety officer want to quit.

Soon it was Lin Yuan's turn to take the exam.

Zhou Huan was sitting in the back waiting for the next round. Watching Lin Yuan get into the driver's seat, she felt a little nervous.

The safety officer sat expressionless in the passenger seat, speaking in a mechanical tone.

"Let's begin once we're ready."

Lin Yuan fastened his seatbelt, adjusted the seat, and checked the rearview mirror.

Just as the safety officer was about to press the start button, Lin Yuan suddenly turned his head and asked seriously:

"Examiner, may I drive fast?"

The air inside the car suddenly became quiet.

Safety officer: "?"

Zhou Huan in the back row: "?"

The safety officer's hand holding the recorder paused slightly, and for the first time, a crack appeared in his expression.

He's been taking the driving test for so many years, and he's seen people so nervous their hands were shaking, people stalling when starting the car, and people chanting "Amitabha" as soon as they get in.

But this is the first time I've ever been asked if I can drive fast right away.

Zhou Huan, sitting in the back row, froze on the spot.

"No, Brother Yuan, don't worry about whether it's fast or not."

"Could we first check if the car can travel in a straight line?"

"The route you took when you were practicing driving last time was so good that even a dog would think you were drawing a talisman."

The safety officer paused, forcibly maintaining his professional demeanor.

"Drive according to the test requirements; speeding is not allowed."

Lin Yuan nodded.

"clear."

After he finished speaking, he turned back and glanced at Zhou Huan again.

"Fatty."

Zhou Huan's heart skipped a beat.

"what?"

Lin Yuan spoke calmly:

"Fasten your seatbelt."

Zhou Huan: "..."

Safety officer: "..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Huan immediately tightened his seatbelt by two inches.

The next second, a voice prompt sounded.

"Please begin the exam."

Lin Yuan turned on the light, observed, shifted gears, and released the clutch.

The vehicle started smoothly.

The engine did not turn off.

There were no pauses or breaks.

There was not a trace of the panic typical of a novice.

The speed is not against the rules, but the rhythm is ridiculously fast.

When it was time to turn on the lights, they were already on.

By the time it was time to observe, the head had already turned.

When it's time to shift gears, your hand is already on the gear lever.

As the intersection ahead approached, the safety officer's eyes flickered slightly.

Based on experience, this is where many test takers are most likely to panic.

But before the thought even crossed his mind, Lin Yuan had already eased off the accelerator and lightly applied the brakes to observe the road conditions, his movements as smooth as if he had memorized the exam route beforehand.

Zhou Huan was nervous at first, but then she became completely numb.

This isn't a test; it's clearly a show-off of driving skills.

Driving in a straight line, it was as steady as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Changing lanes was as clean as a scalpel cutting tofu.

The gear shifting is as smooth as Dove chocolate.

Its observation of intersections is so precise, it's like it's equipped with radar.

The safety officer initially intended to keep a stern face, but the longer he sat there, the more silent he became.

This young man drives more steadily than an experienced driver.

soon.

The last option is to pull over.

Lin Yuan turned on his light, observed, slowed down, and pulled over.

The car came to a smooth stop, just the right distance from the edge line.

A voice prompt sounds:

"You passed the exam."

The whole process was so fast that it caught everyone off guard.

The safety officer sat in the passenger seat, remained silent for several seconds, and then slowly exhaled.

Zhou Huan held onto the car door, her expression complex.

He didn't actually faint.

But mentally, I've already been thrown off course three times.

Lin Yuan unbuckled his seatbelt, pushed open the door and got out of the car, his expression as calm as if he had just gone out to buy a bottle of water.

Zhou Huan staggered down and grabbed his arm.

"Brother Yuan!"

"When did your driving skills become so amazing?"

Lin Yuan glanced at him and smiled faintly.

"I, Fujiwara Genta, the Akina Mountain Speed King, am not called that for nothing."

Zhou Huan's lips twitched.

"You call yourself a racing god? I was sitting in the back seat and almost thought I was going to meet my ancestors."

The safety officer got out of the car, his expression somewhat complicated.

He glanced at Lin Yuan, hesitated for a moment, and finally managed to utter only one sentence:

"Next time you drive, don't start by asking if you can drive fast."

Lin Yuan nodded seriously.

"clear."