Chapter 125 Wen Han's Driving Practice Diary You didn't say someone was getting married...

Squatting in the driving school, Wen Han felt helpless and could only watch others practice driving.

Based on Chu Ji's advice, he didn't choose the long summer vacation, but instead chose the winter vacation to learn to drive. The driving school he found was the one Fang Song had previously recommended.

"It's hot during summer vacation, and there are so many people that I can't practice more than a few times in the morning."

I almost failed the theory test, but luckily I finished it before winter break.

The driving school assigned him a middle-aged Alpha in his forties who seemed quite normal.

On her first day, Wen Han hadn't been able to squat on the ground for long before the coach beckoned her over.

Wen Han was a little nervous when he first got in the car, but he learned to reverse into a parking space very quickly. There was only one other student sharing the car with him, who was also a third-year student.

At noon, the coach told him to go back. Wen Han couldn't believe it was over so quickly.

When he got back, he sent a message to Jingyu: I feel that practicing driving is very easy, it's not difficult at all!

Jingyu: Because you are very smart.

Wen Han was about to lie down on the bed when he stopped. He remembered that the training car looked dirty and that the instructor had been smoking while teaching him.

She sniffed her clothes and smelled a whiff of smoke. Wen Han resigned herself to her bad luck and went to take a shower.

The next day, he got to know the guy he was practicing driving with. The guy was studying physics at a university in another city.

With the instructor absent, the other person became more lively: "I'm speechless. I've been breathing in secondhand smoke the whole time I've been practicing driving at the driving school."

"Exactly!" Wen Han chimed in, "They have absolutely no manners. I felt like I was suffocating standing next to them."

The two practiced for a while and then took turns practicing. Wen Han looked in the rearview mirror and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Wen Han asked, "Why can't I see the line?"

"I'll get out of the car and take a look for you."

The other person got out of the car: "It's skewed!"

With a quick glance, Wen Han noticed the coach wasn't there and hurriedly adjusted her settings.

"Let me tell you, I'm so nervous. I failed the last exam."

"He hung up?" Wen Han asked. "How did he hang up?"

"I almost crossed the line." The other person said with lingering fear, "I was even more nervous during the exam than during the college entrance exam."

More stressful than the college entrance exam? That's an exaggeration!

Although Wen Han had never taken the college entrance examination, she didn't think it was that serious; if she failed, she could just take it again.

"You have to be careful, this coach can yell at people. I have a high school classmate who trained with him over the summer and he even made him cry."

Adults being scolded to tears? Wen Han couldn't believe it: "Why? Didn't we pay for this? Why are we being scolded like a teacher scolds the school?"

It costs several thousand yuan! If it weren't for the fact that you have to go to driving school to get a driver's license, Wen Han really wouldn't be willing to spend that money.

"Just be careful, it's impossible to practice driving without making any mistakes."

Wen Han didn't pay much attention when she heard this, but after practicing for only a few days, the coach told her to sign up for the second stage of the driving test and to practice for the third stage in the afternoon.

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Once on the main road, Wen Han finally realized that the other person's warning was true. He could swear that no teacher had ever scolded him like that before, as if they wanted to give him a thorough dressing down.

"What right do you have to swear at me?!" Wen Han couldn't take it anymore. This coach not only swore at her, but he also smoked, scrolled through his phone, and kept listening to something like "A is bad, O is not loved"! It was truly a double torment to her body and mind.

The people sitting in the back didn't dare to make a sound, and could only watch helplessly as Wen Han and the coach argued.

"I paid so much money not so you could swear at me!" Wen Han said. "Can't we talk things out properly? Who do you think you are!"

Wen Han really wanted to just slam on the gas pedal.

"Learn if you want, or get out!"

The coach was even more arrogant than Wen Han, who also lost her temper: "Fine, I won't learn then! Do you think I care? Give me my money back!"

He was arguing with the staff, and someone was trying to smooth things over and get Wen Han to back down. When Wen Han was unmoved, they suggested that he change his coach.

"I'm not learning anymore!" Wen Han said. "I can't learn from you guys. What kind of attitude is this!"

In the end, only half the money was refunded, and that was only after Wen Han insisted on his position. He poured out his grievances when he got home.

"My lungs are ruined after just a few days of learning, and I'm exposed to secondhand smoke every day!" Wen Han said dejectedly. "Anyway, there's the subway and electric cars. It doesn't matter if I can't drive a car."

"Wait until I get back, then we can practice together."

Wen Han lowered her voice: "Didn't you already pass your driver's license test?"

Jing Yu's gentle voice came from the phone, unknowingly extinguishing the flames in Wen Han's heart: "I'll sit in the passenger seat and guide you."

So the matter of learning to drive was temporarily put on hold, and Wen Han only remembered it after graduating.

This time, Jingyu took Wenhan to the driving school he used to attend, which seemed much better than the one Wenhan had enrolled in. At least the instructor didn't smoke, and the car was spotless.

A long time has passed, but Jingyu still remembers the steps, and the coach has become Jingyu.

"This is how you adjust it." Wen Han had absolutely no idea how to use the lights during the mock exam.

Jingyu touched his fingers, pinched them, and flicked them towards his body twice.

Wen Han looked up and said, "Coach, don't lay a hand on the students."

Jing Yu smiled and said, "I didn't use my feet... so how am I supposed to teach you?"

"Just use your mouth." Wen Han realized something was wrong after saying that, "Wait, I didn't mean you have to kiss me!"

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"What am I going to do?" Wen Han sighed repeatedly as she went to bed that night. "I just realized I can't remember the route. It was fine when I was riding the electric scooter!"

He always gets the routes mixed up, whether to drive on the left or the right.

Wen Han even searched online for videos and kept watching mock exam videos. Jing Yu, who was lying next to him, glanced at him.

The next day, when Wen Han was having breakfast, she found a route map on the table.

Jing Yu's studies were worthwhile; the route maps he drew were very clear, showing which way to turn around and which way to take the next route. All three routes were drawn on a single piece of paper.

"Wow." Wen Han took a picture and praised, "Jing Yu, you're amazing."

With the route map, Wen Han finally memorized the entire route.

When Wen Han was taking the driving test, she saw the class monitor in the waiting room and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah!" The class monitor, who was already ashen-faced, was terrified when Wen Han slapped him like that.

"Wen Han?" The tension instantly turned into surprise, and the class monitor exclaimed in surprise, "You're here to take the driving test too!"

"Hmm." Wen Han looked him over for a moment. "Are you feeling unwell? You don't look well."

"I'm nervous." The class monitor stretched out his hand, which was trembling involuntarily. "I'm afraid I won't pass. I wasn't this nervous when I took the college entrance exam."

Wen Han asked, puzzled, "If you fail, you can just take the test again! You can't bear to pay the retake fee, can you?"

"No, our coach was extremely strict. I'm almost traumatized by him."

The class monitor's name was before his, so Wen Han could only watch him leave before sitting down to watch his exam results.

"Oh ho." After about seven minutes, the class monitor's name still hadn't disappeared, so Wen Han knew that he had probably failed the first exam and was now on his way back to retake it.

I hope the class monitor is alright.

She didn't finish watching because the people in front of her had finished their exams, and it was her turn.

Wen Han's journey was smooth, except at a traffic light where an electric scooter kept driving slowly in front of him, prompting Wen Han to keep honking his horn.

He passed! Wen Han excitedly signed the papers, her hands still trembling slightly, and called Jing Yu: "I felt like my car was floating!"

After Wen Han finished his driving test and got his license, Jing Yu was waiting for him outside the test center.

“I feel that electric cars are better,” Wen Han said. “Driving a car makes me inexplicably irritable.”

Jingyu, holding a hot coffee, said, "Be careful, it's hot."

Wen Han blew on it twice, while Jing Yu admired Wen Han's driver's license.

"Wen Han!" The class monitor happened to come out as well, and saw this shocking scene as soon as he came out.

Wen Han was a little embarrassed: "Did you pass?"

"No." The class monitor was heartbroken for a moment, but quickly asked, "Why are you with Jingyu?"

His gaze suddenly stopped on Wen Han's hand holding the coffee. The ring sparkled in the warm winter sun, making him feel like he was blinded, as a single man, he was blinded by its brilliance.

"You...you...you got married?!" The class monitor pointed at Wen Han. "Didn't you say that whoever gets married is an idiot? How come you're the first one in the class to get married?"

"Whoever gets married is a fool" was something Wen Han said in his first year of high school. Even so, contradicting himself still embarrassed him: "When did I ever say that!"

"You said it!"

Wen Han vehemently denied it: "No!"

"Hehe, whatever you want, I'm going to send the message to the class group."

Wen Han immediately slid to her knees: "I told you, don't post this, please give me some face."

Jing Yu smiled and took the coffee from his hand. Only then did the class monitor notice that Jing Yu also had a ring on her hand.

"My goodness, you two are no wonder you were deskmates, you're both married! Wait a minute! Why do your rings look the same?"

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Author's Note: Class Monitor: No, no, no!