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Before Zhang Yifan and the others could speak, Lao Fang darted in front of the law enforcement officers.

He pulled a cigarette case from his pocket, flicked out two cigarettes with nimble fingers, and handed them over with a broad smile:

"It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! We've already resolved it privately. It was just a minor accident caused by a student making a mistake while practicing driving. It's nothing serious. We're so sorry to have troubled you all to come all this way! Here, have a cigarette..."

The law enforcement officer frowned and pushed away the cigarette that Lao Fang offered him.

The gesture was very light, but the refusal was clear, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, let us investigate first. Are you the person in charge of the driving school?"

Old Fang sheepishly stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket, bowing and nodding repeatedly: "I'm the head instructor of Quantong Driving School, my surname is Fang, Fang Guoqiang. Today's matter is really..."

"Coach Fang, let the person who called the police tell us what happened." The law enforcement officer opened his notebook, his gaze passing over Coach Fang and looking at Zhang Yifan and the others. "Who called the police just now?"

"it's me."

Shen Zhiyi took a step forward.

"My friend and I are both students at Quantong Driving School. We enrolled together after the college entrance examination this year."

This afternoon, the four of us were practicing driving at the training ground. My friend Tang Xiaonuan was practicing when Coach Zhao said he had something to do and was going to make a phone call, so he told them to continue practicing on their own.

Tang Xiaonuan and Zong Wen continued practicing reversing into a parking space in the car, but Tang Xiaonuan accidentally pressed the accelerator, and the car crashed into a tree.

She pointed to the willow tree that had been knocked askew, and then to the driving school car with its trunk dented.

"After the car accident, Coach Zhao rushed back, but changed his story in front of Coach Captain Fang Guoqiang, saying that he had told the students to wait for him to come back before practicing, and that the students had practiced driving on their own."

Fang Guoqiang accepted Coach Zhao's statement without conducting any investigation and demanded that we bear full responsibility and compensate for the car repair costs.

He also stated that if we didn't settle out of court with compensation, he would escalate the matter and leave a stain on our records.

"Young lady, you've taken that out of context."

Old Fang shook his head, sighed, and turned to the law enforcement officers, his tone sincere yet helpless.

"Sir, the situation is like this..."

Our coach did indeed tell the trainees to wait for him to return before leaving, and I can vouch for that.

The student was eager to practice more, so he started driving the car on his own while the instructor wasn't around, which caused an accident. This is certainly not what we want to see.

As the team leader, I only reminded these trainees when we were discussing compensation plans that if the accident wasn't handled properly and it escalated, it wouldn't be good for anyone.

I'm stating the facts, not making any threats.

Young people, encountering something like this for the first time, are easily agitated and may mistake a reminder for a threat; that's understandable.

Just as Shen Zhiyi was about to speak, Zhang Yifan gently tugged at her wrist.

He shook his head slightly at her.

Shen Zhiyi swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

The law enforcement officer glanced at Lao Fang, ignored his words, and walked straight to the training vehicle, circling it once.

The trunk was dented, taillight fragments were scattered all over the ground, the willow tree was bent at more than ten degrees, and a large piece of bark was scraped off the trunk.

He crouched down to check the angle of the impact, then stood up, opened the car door, and peered into the dashboard.

Where are the dashcam and in-vehicle monitoring devices in this car?

Old Fang quickly followed, pointing to a hidden compartment under the dashboard, his tone calm and cooperative:

"Here it is, but unfortunately, the wiring was damaged during the crash, so none of today's footage was saved."

We checked it ourselves, and the memory card is blank.

"As you know, boss, machines are unpredictable; sometimes too much vibration can cause problems."

The law enforcement officers took the memory card out of the hidden compartment and examined it.

A young law enforcement officer handed over a card reader from the side. The captain inserted the memory card, connected it to his phone, and glanced at it.

He looked up, his gaze returning to Old Fang: "The card is indeed blank. You're saying it was damaged in the car crash?"

"Most likely! The force of the impact on the tree was considerable; you can see the tree is tilted."

Sometimes, if an electronic device is plugged in too loosely, the whole thing will stop working.

We're also having a headache. This batch of equipment needs to be replaced, but we haven't had time to apply for funding.

But even if we take a step back and look at the surveillance footage, the facts wouldn't be too far off.

After all, the student started driving the car while the instructor wasn't there, and an accident happened; that's an objective fact.

The law enforcement officer didn't respond to him, but simply put the memory card into the evidence bag and nodded to the young officer.

He turned to look at Lao Fang, his tone still calm, but the question had taken another step forward:

"Captain Fang, we need to take the dashcam memory card back to check it."

If the card is blank, we need to determine whether it's due to equipment malfunction or human error.

"No problem, cooperating with the investigation is our duty."

Old Fang nodded and smiled, took out a cigarette case from his pocket and put it back, his movements unusually calm.

Old Zhao, who was standing in the corner, remained silent.

He leaned against the wall of the tin shed, his legs trembling slightly, his face ashen, his eyes fixed on the pile of pebbles on the ground, scraped by the taillight fragments.

He didn't say a word after the law enforcement officers arrived, but his gaze would drift towards Lao Fang every few seconds.

Zong Wen stood next to Zhang Yifan, his voice low but unable to conceal the anxiety in his tone:

"How come Old Fang is suddenly so eloquent? Wasn't he just patting you on the shoulder and lecturing you? Now he's talking to law enforcement officers like a pro."

Tang Xiaonuan crossed her arms and snorted coldly: "He's the coaching captain, he deals with the students every day, how could he not be eloquent?"

Zhang Yifan didn't say anything, but just looked at Lao Fang's face, which was full of sincere smiles.

He took his phone out of his pocket, opened an app, and the sound waves on the screen were gently pulsating.

He put his phone back in his pocket and continued to watch Lao Fang's performance quietly.

Just then, a black sedan slowly pulled up in front of the driving school.

The car door opened, and two people got out of the back seat.

Li Mingyuan was wearing a dark gray shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his wrists. He walked quickly and straight toward the training field.

Walking beside him was a middle-aged man of similar age, wearing a dark jacket, with a furrowed brow. His gaze swept around the training field before finally settling on Tang Xiaonuan under the willow tree.

Tang Xiaonuan was stunned when she saw the man in the dark jacket, then called out, "Dad."

The moment Lao Fang saw Li Mingyuan, a subtle stiffness appeared on his usually calm and sincere smile.

He instinctively wanted to go up and say hello, but he took a step forward and then pulled back.

Li Mingyuan walked up to the law enforcement officers and nodded slightly: "I am Li Mingyuan, the person in charge of Quantong Driving School. May I ask what happened here?"