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

3 PM.

After finishing their driving test (Part 3), the two moved on to take their driving test (Part 4).

For Lin Yuan, the fourth driving test was even less of a challenge.

Scan the question bank once, and you can start the exam immediately.

While Zhou Huan was still struggling with the question "What lights should you use when driving in fog?", Lin Yuan had already finished the last question and submitted the exam.

Score: Full marks.

Zhou Huan was completely stunned when she saw the result.

"Brother Yuan, did you secretly pocket the money?"

Lin Yuan patted him on the shoulder.

"It wasn't me who wrote it."

"Knowledge just crawled into my head on its own."

Zhou Huan said quietly:

"Then why doesn't it get into my brain?"

Lin Yuan thought about it seriously.

"Your mind is probably already filled with milk tea and fried chicken, so there's no place to park."

Zhou Huan: "..."

It was a little after 4 p.m.

The two successfully obtained their driver's licenses.

Zhou Huan held his driver's license, as excited as if he had obtained a martial arts manual.

Just as he stepped out of the vehicle management office, Zhou Huan suddenly slapped his forehead.

"By the way, Brother Yuan."

Lin Yuan turned his head to look at him.

Zhou Huan stuffed his newly acquired driver's license into his pocket, his eyes shining as if he had won the lottery.

"Just got your driver's license, you should find something to celebrate, right?"

Lin Yuan glanced at him: "Your so-called celebration isn't going out for fried chicken, is it?"

"shallow."

Zhou Huan shook his head with a serious expression.

"Fried chicken is just the least technical part of the celebration."

Lin Yuan: "What's the part that requires technical expertise?"

Zhou Huan had been waiting for these words, and immediately put her arm around his shoulder.

"Let's go to the internet cafe and play a couple of rounds of 'Border Breakout'."

"In real life, I'm a law-abiding citizen, so in the game, shouldn't I at least be able to be a gun-wielding thug for once?"

Lin Yuan: "..."

This logic is no longer a detour.

This car drove straight into the ditch.

Lin Yuan put his driver's license away and said calmly, "I'm not going."

Zhou Huan was taken aback: "Huh? Why?"

"Something's up."

"What's more important than your brothers ranking up?"

Lin Yuan thought for a moment and said seriously, "Let's go home and eat."

Zhou Huan: "..."

He clutched his chest, as if those four words had knocked him flying on the spot.

"Brother Yuan, you've changed."

Lin Yuan lifted his foot and walked forward: "I've always been like this."

"No, you weren't like this before." Zhou Huan caught up with him, heartbroken. "You used to have a light in your eyes when you heard the word 'internet cafe'."

Lin Yuan glanced at him.

"That might be a reflection from the screen."

Zhou Huan's lips twitched.

"Fine, you think you're so high and mighty? You got your driver's license and now you can't play games with your buddies anymore, huh?"

Lin Yuan said calmly, "You took it too."

Zhou Huan was momentarily speechless, but then puffed out her chest and said confidently, "That's why we should go! It's my first time getting a license to work, it wouldn't be right not to go and find some sense of presence in the game, would it?"

Lin Yuan ignored him and hailed a car.

Zhou Huan stood by the roadside, watching him get into the car, and still couldn't give up, she called out again:

"Brother Yuan! You're really not coming?"

The car window was rolled down halfway.

Lin Yuan looked at him lazily: "I'm not coming."

"Then I'll go alone?"

"I wish you a pleasant losing streak."

Zhou Huan: "..."

The taxi slowly drove away.

Zhou Huan stood still for two seconds, then looked down and patted his driver's license in his pocket before glancing at the internet cafe sign in the distance.

Finally, he took a deep breath.

"never mind."

"I've already got my driver's license, so I have to reward myself with at least five consecutive losses today."

Six p.m.

Lin Yuan returned to his front door and habitually reached into his pocket.

empty.

He paused, then realized that he had left in such a hurry at noon that he hadn't brought his keys.

Lin Yuan remained silent for two seconds.

well.

He passed the driving test on his first try, got a perfect score on the fourth, but was ultimately stopped at the door by his own security door.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, calling out in a drawn-out voice:

"Mom, open the door quickly."

"If you don't open the door soon, your dear son will starve to death on the front door."

The door opened as soon as he finished speaking.

It wasn't Jiang Wanqing who opened the door.

It is Su Zhiyuan.

The girl wore a simple white short-sleeved shirt, her long hair fell to her shoulders, and her eyes and brows were cool and aloof.

The two locked eyes.

The air was silent for half a second.

Lin Yuan: "..."

Su Zhiyuan: "..."

Lin Yuan looked at her, then at the house number.

That's right.

It's his house.

This makes things even more awkward.

Especially his words "your dear baby son" from just now, they were still fresh in my mind.

Lin Yuan coughed lightly: "If I said that what I just said wasn't directed at you, would you believe me?"

Su Zhiyuan: "..."

Before she could speak, a cheerful voice came from the living room.

"Xiao Yuan is back?"

Lin Yuan looked inside, past Su Zhiyuan.

Su Jianming was sitting on the sofa, holding a chess piece in his hand, and waving at him with a smile.

Lin Liguo sat opposite him, staring at the chessboard, his brows furrowed as if he were studying some important national matter.

"Uncle Su?"

Lin Yuan changed his shoes and entered the house, his gaze sweeping between the living room and the kitchen.

well.

It wasn't just Su Zhiyuan who was there.

Uncle Su was also there.

The faint sounds of my mother talking to another woman could be heard coming from the kitchen.

With this kind of setup, you'd think his house had been temporarily transformed into a neighborhood social event.

Su Jianming explained with a smile, "Your dad and I went fishing this afternoon, and we had a good catch. Your mom and your Aunt Su got together and decided that both families would have a meal together."

Upon hearing this, Lin Liguo immediately straightened his back.

"What does it mean to have a good harvest? That's about technique."

Su Jianming glanced at him: "The fish you caught was caught on its tail."

Lin Liguo remained unfazed: "This shows that my skills are comprehensive and unconventional."

Lin Yuan: "..."

He now knows who he inherited his sharp tongue from.

Su Jianming chuckled, casually placing a chess piece down before glancing at Lin Yuan as if remembering something.

"By the way, Xiaoyuan, didn't you have your driving test today? How did it go? Did you get your license yet?"

Before Lin Yuan could speak, Lin Liguo coughed, feigning composure.

"Why ask? Judging from his expression, he's definitely gone too far."

Despite saying that, Lin Liguo's eyes had already drifted towards Lin Yuan's hand.

Lin Yuan saw through it but didn't say anything. He took out the driver's license he had just received from his pocket and gently dangled it between two fingers.

"generally."

"Starting today, we have an additional legal driver in our household."

Lin Liguo's lips visibly curled upwards, but he still forced a serious expression.

"Well, at least you didn't embarrass your father."

Lin Yuan glanced at him.

"Dad, how many times did you take your driving test (Part 2)?"

Lin Liguo's face stiffened.

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Su Jianming picked up his teacup, silently lowered his head to drink the tea, but couldn't help but smile.

Lin Liguo glared at Lin Yuan.

"You brat, why do you have to bring up something you shouldn't say?"

Lin Yuan calmly said, "I just want to know where the threshold for family honor lies."

"Get lost."

Lin Liguo laughed in anger.

Jiang Wanqing's voice came from the kitchen.

"Xiao Yuan's back? Go wash your hands and eat right away."

Immediately afterwards, a gentler female voice rang out:

"Zhiyuan, help Auntie get the bowls and chopsticks."

"it is good."

Su Zhiyuan responded and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Lin Yuan then confirmed that, in addition to Jiang Wanqing, Su Zhiyuan's mother, Li Jing, was also in the kitchen.

The sounds of spatulas, cooking fumes, and the two mothers' quiet laughter mingled together, making the house unusually lively, like a rehearsal for the Lunar New Year.

Before long, the food was served one after another.

Braised fish, steamed fish, fish soup, cucumber salad, and a few other home-style dishes.

The fish-flavored food on the table was so strong that Lin Yuan suspected that the fishpond near his neighborhood might have been the site of a massacre that day.

As Jiang Wanqing ladled out the soup, she smiled and said, "Thanks to your Uncle Su and your dad, we caught so many fish today."

After sitting down, Lin Yuan looked at the table full of fish and said seriously, "That's good. Tonight, we'll focus on a seafood wholesale business."

Su Jianming laughed heartily.

Lin Liguo picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and put it in his bowl.

Stop being silly. You got your driver's license today, eat more.

All eyes immediately fell on Lin Yuan.

Hearing this, Li Jing smiled and asked, "Xiao Yuan, did you get your driver's license today? Did you pass on the first try?"

"Um."

Lin Yuan had just responded when Lin Liguo started playing the flute for him.

"That'll definitely pass on the first try. Don't they know whose son he is?"

Jiang Wanqing didn't hesitate to expose him: "Don't try to glorify yourself. Your son is just like me; that's why he's so good at exams."

Lin Liguo retorted, "How do you mean I'm like you? I was a pretty good driver when I was young."

Jiang Wanqing glanced at him.

"You used to crash into telephone poles while riding your bicycle when you were young."

Su Jianming almost choked on his soup.

Lin Liguo remained silent.

There are some historical issues in this family that cannot be explored in depth.

Upon digging, they found the entire scene of an accident.

Su Zhiyuan sat to the side, eating her meal quietly, without saying much.

She was a woman of few words to begin with. Even sitting at the dinner table, where the atmosphere was most lively, she was like a snow lotus flower placed amidst the hustle and bustle, aloof and detached, separated from the surrounding liveliness by a thin layer of glass.

Lin Yuan occasionally looked up and his gaze met hers.

Su Zhiyuan quickly moved away.

Lin Yuan didn't pay any attention and continued eating the fish with his head down.

Halfway through the meal, Su Jianming suddenly put down his chopsticks and looked at Lin Yuan and Su Zhiyuan with a smile.

"Xiao Yuan, kite."

Su Zhiyuan looked up.

Lin Yuan also looked over.

Su Jianming spoke casually, as if it were just a casual chat at the dinner table.

"You two are both going to university next month, right?"

Lin Yuan nodded: "Mm."

Su Zhiyuan responded softly.

Su Jianming smiled and said, "You two have lived next door since you were little and were classmates. Although you don't talk much, you know each other quite well. When you go to university, you'll be in a new place and with no one to talk to. If you run into any trouble, you can help each other out if you can."

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere at the dinner table became subtly awkward for half a second.

Jiang Wanqing was a little slow in picking up food.

Li Jing lowered her head to drink her soup, a smile playing on her lips.

Lin Liguo pretended not to understand, but his eyes were practically popping out of the fish soup.

Lin Yuan looked at Su Jianming and inwardly scoffed.

Good guy.

Uncle Su's moves were even more obvious than the game he played in the living room earlier.

When I played chess just now, at least I knew to use the cannon to support the board.

Now they've shoved the car right in his face.

Su Zhiyuan's expression didn't change much, but the fingers holding the chopsticks paused slightly.

Lin Yuan smiled, his tone lazy.

"Don't worry, Uncle Su."

"It's only right for classmates to help each other."

Su Jianming nodded in satisfaction.

The next second, Lin Yuan added:

"For example, if she gets nervous in front of the camera, I can tell her from a director's perspective that it's okay, the camera is even more socially anxious than people."

Su Zhiyuan looked up at him.

His gaze was so cold it seemed to ask: Are you being polite?

Lin Liguo's lips twitched.

Jiang Wanqing gently kicked Lin Yuan under the table.

Lin Yuan picked up a piece of fish without changing his expression.

Su Jianming was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"You're still so good with words, kid."

Lin Yuan thought to himself: You call this being eloquent?

This is called precise mine defusing.

Li Jing smiled and looked at Su Zhiyuan: "Zhiyuan, you should contact Xiaoyuan more often in the future. You have a cold personality, so don't always keep things to yourself."

Su Zhiyuan nodded gently.

"understood."

The voice remained calm.

The conversation at the dinner table became lively again.

The adults talked about fishing, then about university, then about dormitories, and finally about how "young people these days should go out and explore more."

Lin Yuan listened quietly the whole time.

I'll occasionally chime in with a couple of words.

Don't be initiating conversations, but also avoid awkward silences.

Like a salted fish that appears to be lying flat, but can actually turn over and bite at any time.

After finishing their meal, Jiang Wanqing and Li Jing cleared away the dishes.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to return to his room, Su Jianming suddenly called out to him again.

"Xiao Yuan".

"Um?"

Su Jianming said with a smile, "Come visit my house more often when you have time."

Lin Yuan glanced at Su Zhiyuan not far away.

The girl stood by the entrance, her expression aloof, as if the lively atmosphere of the house had nothing to do with her.

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly.

"OK."

"As long as Uncle Su doesn't let me play chess with you."

Su Jianming was taken aback: "Why?"

Lin Yuan said sincerely, "I'm afraid my dad will feel pressured."

Lin Liguo almost spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk.

"You brat, you're not done until you've driven me crazy today, are you?"

The living room erupted in laughter.

Only Su Zhiyuan stood by the door, her eyes lowered, a slight curve to her lips.

This was the first time Lin Yuan had seen her smile.

It was very faint, as faint as a sliver of sunlight falling on a window sill in winter.