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The coach and captain pulled Lao Zhao behind the tin shed, away from Zhang Yifan and the others, before turning around.

The conciliatory expression on his face vanished instantly.

"Old Zhao, you're a seasoned coach, how could you make such a basic mistake? The students were still in the car and you dared to run away?"

Last time you left your students in the car to go smoke, and the car crashed into a flower bed. I was the one who covered for you.

This time, it was even worse; it crashed directly into a tree, and the trunk was dented.

If this results in someone's death, not only will you be unable to cover it up, but the entire driving school will be finished with you!

Old Zhao's face fell, his lips moved, and he still stubbornly insisted, "Old Fang, I'm telling the truth, it was those two kids themselves..."

"Alright, alright, stop lying when it's just the two of us."

Old Fang waved his hand impatiently, took out a cigarette pack from his pocket, and put one in his mouth.

"You haven't been acting right lately, do you think I don't know?"

I've noticed this many times: you let the students practice driving on their own, but they disappear without a trace.

Last week you extended the rest time without permission, and the students waited in the car for twenty minutes. They called me to complain, but I suppressed it.

Normally, if nothing goes wrong, I'll turn a blind eye, after all, we've been friends for so many years.

Something happened today, what should we do?

Old Zhao was really panicked now.

He took a step forward, his voice low and urgent: "Old Fang, we've known each other for so many years, you have to protect me!"

I'm from your hometown, and you recommended me to the driving school. If I get fired because of this, how am I going to explain it to my family?

You know your sister-in-law's temper...

"You're from my hometown, and I recommended you, so of course I'll protect you."

Old Fang's tone softened a bit, his eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice.

"Just insist that those two kids practiced driving on their own and put all the blame on them."

No matter how they tried to explain, you insisted that you had said, "I'll practice when I get back."

"But what if those kids deny it now?"

"How much of a stir can a few kids who just finished the college entrance exam cause?"

Old Fang patted Old Zhao on the shoulder, his tone full of disdain.

"I've seen plenty of kids who've just finished the college entrance exam. They all think they're invincible, but they're actually more timid than rabbits. They'll shrink back after a couple of scare words."

I'll scare them a bit later, so they won't dare say anything more.

We also need to make them pay for the car repairs.

"We'll go through insurance to get the car repaired later, and they'll cover the repair costs..."

He paused, then gestured back and forth between Old Zhao and himself with his finger, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"We've split up. Anyway, the boss only comes to the driving school once every six months. I'm basically in charge here. I'm the boss at the driving school, and I make the decisions."

A flicker of panic crossed Old Zhao's face. He looked around to make sure no one was watching before lowering his voice and saying, "Isn't this a bad idea? What if the boss finds out? This is no joke. The repair costs will be at least five or six thousand. If this gets out..."

"What are you afraid of! The boss is in the provincial capital accompanying his son to study, and he only comes here twice a year. I'm the one who signs all the accounts here."

"I'll hold the sky up even if it falls, so don't worry about anything. Just watch my expression and act accordingly."

Old Fang straightened his collar, put on a businesslike expression, and walked out from behind the tin shed.

Old Zhao followed behind him, head down, not daring to look directly at anyone.

The two walked up to Zhang Yifan and the others, one after the other.

Old Fang had a very fake smile on his face.

He first looked at the willow tree that had been knocked askew, then at the training car with its trunk dented, and finally fixed his gaze on Zhang Yifan.

"Young man, I just spoke with Old Zhao and got a detailed account of what happened."

Old Zhao has worked at our driving school for so many years and has always been a top-notch instructor, with the highest pass rate among all the instructors in the entire school.

There has never been a teaching accident.

I tend to believe what he said; it was your friend's unauthorized driving practice that caused the accident.

Young people are impatient; they want to show off their driver's licenses to their friends, which I can understand.

But that doesn't mean we can break the driving school's rules, right?

Zong Wen stood up abruptly, his face flushed red, and the veins on his forehead bulging:

"You're talking nonsense! You clearly saw the coach run away and disappear just now, and now you're telling us this?"

"What kind of top-tier coach is he? What kind of coach has the highest pass rate? He just leaves his students in the car and doesn't care. Is that what you call a top-tier coach?"

Zhang Yifan raised his hand to stop him.

He stood before the old man, his tone calm: "So you're going to defend him?"

Old Fang chuckled: "The word 'maintain' sounds awful. I'm just respecting the facts."

Old Zhao is a veteran driving instructor at our school. He has been in the industry for over ten years and has taught more students than you know any other people.

You guys have only been learning for a few days. You're young, so I understand that you want to practice more.

But you can't blame the coach just because you're anxious, right?

"Since you respect the facts, why not just check the surveillance footage from inside the car?"

Zhang Yifan pointed to the small black camera on the roof of the training car, his tone completely calm: "The training car has a dashcam and an in-car monitor. What they said and did in the car just now, and whether the instructor told them not to practice on their own before getting out of the car, will be clear once the monitor is checked."

Old Fang glanced at the camera following his finger, his smile remaining unchanged.

His tone was perfectly regretful, as if he were genuinely sorry: "Oh dear, it's really unfortunate. When the car hit the tree, the surveillance cable was damaged."

I just checked, and none of today's recordings were saved.

There's nothing we can do about it. After all, training vehicles aren't high-speed trains; the equipment isn't that sophisticated, so it's normal for them to have minor problems every now and then.

Tang Xiaonuan, standing behind Zhang Yifan, was stunned.

She turned to look at the camera, then at Lao Fang's face, which wore a regretful smile.

She wanted to say, "How could it be such a coincidence?", but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

Zong Wen was also stunned; the anger on his face turned into disbelief.

He clearly heard the coach say, "You guys start practicing," and Tang Xiaonuan heard it too; the two of them, with all four ears, heard it clearly.

Now the coach is not only denying it, but the surveillance cameras just happened to be broken.

What a coincidence!

Among the other students watching nearby, some started to chime in.

"Exactly, no matter what, you're the ones who crashed the car, right? You can't deny that, can you?"

"You shouldn't drive when the instructor isn't in the car. Don't you even know this basic common sense? The driving school has a rule that students can't drive the car when the instructor isn't present. Didn't you sign an agreement when you enrolled?"

"Hurry up and pay up, don't delay everyone's driving practice."

Old Fang took two steps forward and moved closer to Zhang Yifan.

He was about the same height as Zhang Yifan, and the smile on his face was still there, but his voice was lowered. After lowering his voice, all the friendliness in his tone was gone, leaving only a kind of old-fashioned confidence.

He seemed to be sharing some life experience with Zhang Yifan, speaking earnestly and sincerely.

"Young man, regardless of who is at fault, the fact remains that your friend was involved in the accident."

Listen to my advice, tell your friend to pay for the car repairs as soon as possible, and we can settle this privately.

Otherwise, things could really escalate. Think about it: driving a training vehicle without a license and damaging driving school facilities. If the police are called, your friend could face legal trouble.

The college entrance exam is just over, and your future is bright. Don't ruin your academic record over something so trivial, don't you agree?

He patted Zhang Yifan on the shoulder, his smile still on his face.

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