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"Yes, yes, it's Tang Xiaonuan! What's wrong with my brain!"

Old Fang slapped his head again, then he noticed that Old Zhao's expression was off.

"Old Zhao? What's with that look? Are you so happy you've gone crazy?"

Old Zhao stood there, his smile shattered into pieces.

He opened his mouth, his lips moved twice, and a series of muffled sounds came from his throat, as if he were chanting some kind of spell.

Old Fang leaned closer to listen, and the incantation was "It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over..."

"What's wrong, Lao Zhao? Say something!" Lao Fang shoved him. "Are you so excited you've lost your bearings?"

With this push, Lao Zhao finally broke free from the cycle of "it's all over".

He looked up at Lao Fang's face, still lost in his dreams of promotion and a raise, and said in a deathly tone, "Happy my ass! We're both finished!"

"What do you mean 'finished'? Explain yourself clearly!"

"The little girl who was in the car accident just now... that's Tang Xiaonuan."

Old Fang's pupils suddenly contracted.

His mouth opened and closed, then opened again. The cigarette that hadn't been lit yet slipped from his lips, fell to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped at Old Zhao's feet.

He took a deep breath, and a sharp whistle burst from his throat: "What?! ...

Zhang Yifan and his three companions were waiting under the shade of the tree.

After Shen Zhiyi called the police, the four of them found a willow tree, hid in the shade, and leaned against the trunk.

Other trainees would point and whisper in this direction as they passed by on the training field.

"It was those same few people who crashed into the driving school car and then refused to admit it. They even had the nerve to stay here and wait for the police."

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know. They just said the coach made them practice."

"So what if the instructor made us practice? She was the one who crashed the car, wasn't she? She can't deny that, can she?"

"Anyway, I've already told my instructor that I have to sit in the passenger seat the whole time I practice driving from now on. I don't want to crash into a tree."

Several instructors came out of the tin shed and waved to the students who were still watching: "Alright, alright, everyone disperse, go back to your cars and stop crowding around here."

The coaches were urging the players on, but they were also secretly glancing towards the willow tree.

However, after Tang Xiaonuan's car accident, the atmosphere on the training ground was clearly different.

Those instructors who usually leave their students in the car to go smoke are now all sitting obediently in the passenger seat, their eyes fixed on the students' hands, not daring to relax for a moment.

A coach had just taken out a cigarette to light it when a student next to him glanced at him, and he silently put the cigarette back in his pocket.

Tang Xiaonuan leaned against the willow trunk, her arms crossed over her chest, her lips pressed tightly together.

She has now fully recovered from the mental blankness that followed the car accident.

The first thing I did after regaining consciousness was to mentally review every single word the two coaches had said.

Every word replayed in her mind, making her angrier the more she thought about it.

She wanted to argue back, but the incident happened so suddenly that she was still in a state of panic, thinking "What should I do if I crash the car?", and she didn't perform well at all.

If I gave her another chance now!

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.

No, we absolutely can't let this go!

Her family owns a driving school, and she grew up on the training ground. She knows all too well where these instructors can tamper with things.

The wiring for the dashcam and in-vehicle monitoring system is right under the dashboard; it's too easy to tamper with it.

Old Fang said the surveillance cameras were broken, so they must have been tampered with.

When law enforcement arrived, there was no surveillance footage, and both sides had conflicting accounts, so the matter could only be resolved through mediation.

At best, the mediation will result in both sides backing down, and the two coaches may not even get an apology.

When has Tang Xiaonuan ever suffered such humiliation?!

She stood up, dusted off her pants, and turned to Zhang Yifan, saying, "Brother Fan, I'm going to make a phone call."

Then he walked to the side, found the first contact in his call log, and dialed it.

In the private room, Li Mingyuan put his phone on the table, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

Several driving school owners nearby had already gathered around. Old Liu spoke first: "Old Li, something happened at the driving school? What kind of scratch? How serious is it?"

Li Mingyuan waved his hand: "It's nothing serious. It was just a minor collision when a student was practicing driving. Nobody's hurt. I've already had my people handle it; we can go through insurance."

He turned to Tang Zhengchuan, raised his glass, and said, "Old Tang, I've already made arrangements. I'll have the best driving instructor in the entire company personally guide my niece and guarantee she gets her driver's license smoothly. You'll have to treat me to a drink when that happens."

Tang Zhengchuan smiled and pointed at him in the air with his finger: "Alright, I owe you another favor. Okay, I'll definitely treat you to drinks. You all have to come. I'll have my daughter toast you one by one."

The others chimed in, agreeing.

Li Mingyuan put down his wine glass, leaned back in his chair, and a meaningful smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

People nearby noticed and asked him what he was laughing at.

Li Mingyuan pointed at Tang Zhengchuan: "If you have to say, Old Tang is the most shrewd."

Everyone was curious, and Old Liu put down his chopsticks and pressed, "How come Old Tang is so shrewd? Explain yourself!"

Li Mingyuan extended a finger and tapped it lightly twice on the table: "Among our group of old buddies, only Old Tang's daughter is taking the college entrance exam this year."

Just think about it, after we submit our college applications in a few days, won't he treat us to a celebratory banquet?

They say they're inviting everyone to a get-together, but when we go, can we expect to arrive empty-handed?

Shouldn't you give a big red envelope? Once you throw this graduation banquet, you'll collect all the money from the gifts. Don't you think this is a worthwhile deal?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, and the private room erupted in chaos.

"Well done, Lao Tang! I can hear your scheme coming right up in the street!"

"Old Tang, that's not fair! A graduation celebration is a graduation celebration, and a gift is a gift. You took our money and now you expect us to owe you a favor? That's not right!"

"No, no, that doesn't count! You have to arrange a separate meal; this graduation banquet doesn't count!"

Tang Zhengchuan was overwhelmed by this round of attacks and was about to surrender when his cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

He glanced down at the screen, a slight smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips. He picked up his phone and showed it to everyone: "My daughter! Speak of the devil, and he appears! Wait a minute, I need to take this call."

He smiled and pressed the answer button, before he could even say, "Why did my daughter think of calling her dad?"

Tang Xiaonuan's voice, clearly choked with tears, came from the other end of the phone: "Dad! I accidentally crashed into the driving school's car, and the instructor is threatening me, demanding I pay for it, and saying he'll call the police and have me arrested, waaaaaah..."