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Zhang Yifan's expression remained unchanged in the face of Coach Lao Fang's threat.

Shen Zhiyi stood next to him, her indifference no different from her usual demeanor during the exam.

Tang Xiaonuan glanced at Lao Fang, but her gaze wasn't that of someone threatening her; it was more like that of someone looking at a stray dog ​​blocking the road—more impatience than fear.

Only Zongwen's Adam's apple rolled up and down twice.

He recalled what Fu Kai had emphasized countless times during class meetings.

Your academic records will stay with you for life, from your education to your employment.

If your academic record gets altered right after the college entrance exam, it's no joke.

Zhang Yifan looked at Lao Fang and said calmly, "So you've decided that this is our responsibility?"

With that businesslike smile on his face, Lao Fang nodded: "Young man, I'm just considering everyone's perspective and choosing the best way to handle this."

You are all college entrance exam takers, and your files are clean and clear. There's no need to make a big deal out of this little thing.

Pay the repair costs, and we'll pretend this never happened.

You can continue practicing driving, and we can continue teaching. Everyone's happy.

"What an excellent solution."

Zhang Yifan sneered, as if he had encountered some utterly absurd event.

"So you're just blindly pushing all the blame onto the students? The surveillance cameras were broken, so the instructor's words are irrefutable evidence, while the students' words are lies. Is this your idea of ​​'standing from everyone's perspective'?"

Old Fang took two steps forward, moved closer to Zhang Yifan, and patted him on the shoulder.

To onlookers, the gesture looked like an elder advising a younger person, but the force with which he slapped down was several times greater than before.

He lowered his voice, his tone carrying the smugness of someone who's been there: "Young man, you haven't even stepped into society yet. Consider this a lesson from your uncle."

In this world, it's not about who's right or wrong who wins, but about who knows how to be flexible.

You should quickly persuade your friend to take responsibility, otherwise if things escalate, you'll both suffer the consequences.

This is already a blatant threat.

Zhang Yifan laughed instead.

He raised his hand and clapped a few times slowly and deliberately, the applause particularly crisp.

"Well done, huh? I've learned my lesson."

Old Fang's smile relaxed slightly. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and was about to say, "Young people should be pragmatic and know when to yield."

The words were already on the tip of my tongue.

Zhang Yifan turned to Shen Zhiyi and said, "Call the police? I want to see if we can find justice after calling the police."

Old Fang's smile froze on his lips.

Old Zhao's face turned pale instantly.

Shen Zhiyi had already taken out her phone, her finger on the dial button. She looked up at Zhang Yifan, who nodded slightly at her.

Without hesitation, she pressed the call button.

"Hey, young man, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

Old Fang's tone took a sharp turn, and a smile returned to his face, but this time it wasn't as firm as before; the curve of his lips was a little shaky.

"Listen to your uncle's advice, even if you call the police, you won't be in the right."

Driving a training vehicle without a license and crashing into the driving school's facilities—no matter how you look at it, it's your responsibility.

Even if the police come, they'll only mediate, and in the end, you'll still have to pay compensation and ruin your future.

Why bother? Listen to your uncle, let's settle this privately; it'll be better for everyone.

Zhang Yifan ignored him.

He turned around, looked at Zong Wen and Tang Xiaonuan, and said calmly and seriously, "Do you two believe me?"

Zong Wen and Tang Xiaonuan exchanged a glance, then looked at Zhang Yifan at the same time.

Zongwen said, "Nonsense, of course I believe you. You decide how to solve it, and that's how I'll solve it."

Tang Xiaonuan slowly unclenched her clenched fist and nodded: "Brother Fan, I'll listen to you."

Zhang Yifan turned around and faced Lao Fang again.

He stood alone in front, with Zong Wen, Tang Xiaonuan, and Shen Zhiyi, who was making a phone call, behind him.

"You believe Coach Zhao's words, and I believe my friend's words."

Since neither of us can convince the other, I'll have to ask the police to make a ruling for me.

I'll say it again: it's our responsibility, and we accept it.

It's not our responsibility, we absolutely won't take the blame!

Old Zhao watched as Shen Zhiyi held the phone to her ear and clearly recited the driving school's address and the details of the accident into the microphone, and his legs began to go weak.

He grabbed Lao Fang's arm and pulled him behind the tin shed, his voice low and urgent: "Lao Fang! Those brats really called the police! Didn't you say a few words of scare and they'd back down? What do we do now?!"

"Why are you panicking?"

Old Fang shook off his hand and impatiently straightened his collar, which had been pulled askew.

"They have no evidence, no surveillance footage, no recordings, and everyone has their own version of events."

When the police arrived, they tried to smooth things over, assigning blame to both sides equally.

They are the students, you are the coach, and your words carry more weight legally than theirs.

Even if the mediation fails in the end, they will still have to pay four or five thousand yuan in compensation.

You'll get every penny of this money.

"But what about the car's security cameras and dashcam?"

Old Zhao's voice was trembling, and sweat was starting to bead on his forehead again.

"That thing records the whole thing! It recorded everything I said before I got out of the car!"

Old Fang turned to look at him, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

He stared at Old Zhao for several seconds, then slowly spoke, enunciating each word clearly: "What surveillance cameras and dashcams? Weren't they damaged in the crash?"

Old Zhao was stunned.

He stared, mouth agape, at Lao Fang's face, the one that always had the final say at the driving school.

A moment later, a flash of inspiration struck me.

He suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, it's broken, it's broken."

Look at my brain, my memory is really failing me.

When we crashed into the tree, the surveillance camera cable was damaged, and none of today's footage was saved.

It's broken. No matter who comes to inspect it, it's broken. It's been damaged beyond repair.

Old Fang didn't say anything more, he just patted Old Zhao on the shoulder.

Meanwhile, in a private room at a hotel in Jinan, several middle-aged men were drinking and toasting around a large round table.

The table was laden with dishes, and the third bottle of wine had already been opened.

The owners of Jicheng Driving School organize a gathering every year after the college entrance examination, and this year it was Li Mingyuan's turn to host.

Sitting next to Tang Zhengchuan, Lao Liu, the owner of Hongda Driving School, raised his glass and patted him on the shoulder: "Lao Tang, congratulations! Your daughter has finished the college entrance exam! She'll be a college student this fall. Xiaonuan, is there any school you'd like to apply to?"

Tang Zhengchuan waved his hand and put down his wine glass: "The results haven't come out yet, it's too early to talk about this now. Let her make her own decision, her mother and I are too lazy to worry about it."

He paused, as if he had suddenly remembered something funny.

"Speaking of which, I find this quite amusing. I run Hongtong Driving School, but my daughter went to Old Li's to learn to drive. What kind of situation is this? How can I, as her father, put myself in such a predicament?"

Sitting across from him, Li Mingyuan was peeling crabs. He put the crab shells on the table, picked up a damp towel, and wiped his hands. "What? My niece is learning to drive here? Old Tang, that's not fair! Why didn't you say so sooner?"

"Her mother said she wanted her to study with you, saying it was an appointment with a friend, so I didn't say much and just let her go."

"Wait here, I'll call right now and ask around to find a better coach for my niece."

Li Mingyuan put the wet towel on the table, took out his phone, opened his contacts, and dialed a number.

Tang Zhengchuan was about to stop him when the call was already made.