Why it never ends

Chapter 945 Driving School

At night, Eucalyptus had an absurd dream.

She dreamed that she was back in the banquet hall of Lady Fatima, where everyone wore animal masks and the gold and silver threads on their evening gowns shone in the candlelight. She looked around, looking for Hesta and Eleven, but heard someone whispering "Excuse me" behind her.

Eucalyptus immediately took a step aside and turned back to find that the man was the homeless man he saw on the street in the afternoon. The old man was holding a white and smooth bone china plate and was staggering through the crowd, trying to get food from the dining table.

Eucalyptus was startled, and when she looked again, she found that the hall was full of ragged, hunchbacked old men. They walked slowly past the laughing princes and nobles, turning a deaf ear to the music, their tattered hoods covering their eyes, and their wrinkled faces immersed in shadows.

More sounds of "excuse me" were heard from all around. Eucalyptus looked around blankly and found that there were no nobles in the entire hall. Only more homeless people were pouring in from the courtyard outside with plates in their hands.

Eucalyptus woke up.

……

The next morning, everyone had breakfast together. During the meal, Eleven solemnly assured everyone that from today on, she would never skip classes again, and hoped that Hesta would return her wallet to her.

"How can I trust you?" Hesta asked.

"That business doesn't last long anyway," Eleven replied. "These past two days I've noticed someone is learning to sell firewood from me. They're selling real firewood, so of course it's more popular than the floorboards I sell - if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have asked Qiqi to help me with the work!"

After hearing this, Hesta nodded and put the wallet next to Eleven.

Eleven quickly grabbed the wallet, stretched out his hand and squeezed it, and found that there were only a few coins left in it: "Where is my money!?"

"I've put away the big money," Hesta replied, "Whatever you need to spend every day - whether it's buying books, stationery, cold drinks... or anything else, just wait until after school to report to me or Eucalyptus. You won't be short of what you need."

As soon as he finished speaking, Eucalyptus and Kiki both started to be wary of Eleven's mischief, but what was unexpected was that Eleven actually finished the food in the bowl.

"I'm full!" She jumped off the chair, "I want to go to school!"

Yugali couldn't help but look at Hesta, and both of them had a bad feeling in their hearts.

"Then let's go," Rico also stood up, "You can just take my car. Jane and I are going out of town today, so we'll drop you off on the way."

"I will go to the driving school to register today," Eucalyptus said. "Last night, Miss Simonya sent me an email asking me to go to the Wheeler Driving Center at 10 a.m. I plan to go after I finish my work at the library in the morning."

"Ximoya is so fast." Hesta said softly.

"Yeah," Eucalyptus laughed, "I never thought that the first thing I learned here would be driving..."

Eucalyptus was halfway through his words when he felt that Hesta on the other side seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Eucalyptus asked.

"Nothing," Hesta chewed, "You go ahead."

At ten o'clock in the morning, when Eucalyptus stood in front of the gate of the "Wheeler Private Pilot Flight Training Center", she thought she had come to the wrong place.

After circling around the door for a long time, she finally stepped into the lobby and asked the front desk where the nearby driving school was.

"This is the driving school."

"No," said Eucalyptus, "It's the kind you learn to drive."

"Which driving school are you looking for? Show me."

Yujiali took out her phone and opened the email that Ximoya sent her last night. The staff took a look and said, "We are here, the Wheeler Pilot Center. We specialize in flight training... Let me see your documents."

As he spoke, the staff member opened the registration materials in the email attachment and quickly found the corresponding student information on the computer.

"Eucaly," the other party turned the computer screen half a circle towards Eucalyptus, "Look, is it you? Here is your electronic signature——"

Eucalyptus quickly took back his phone and called Ximoya.

"Ms. Ximoya!" Eucalyptus walked quickly to a corner of the hall. "Driving school! Driving school matters! Did you make a mistake?"

"Ah? Impossible. What went wrong with your registration?" There were clattering footsteps coming from Ximoya's side. She seemed to be walking quickly in an empty corridor. "Just give the call to the secretary. I'll check what's going on."

"It's not a registration issue..." Eucalyptus covered his eyes, "The Wheeler Driving Center is for learning how to fly airplanes!"

"Yes, what else?"

Eucalyptus was stunned for a while before he said, "...I thought I was here to learn how to drive?"

"You have to learn, you have to learn," Ximoya said. "The driving school - the one that drives - only has one spot left this month. Considering that Hesta needs to undergo five hours of additional training to transfer her driver's license from District 5 to District , unlike you who have to start from scratch, the spot there will be given to her first. When she finishes, it will be your turn."

Eucalyptus felt her mind was a mess. She found a seat and sat down: "Why...why do I have to learn..."

"Didn't I tell you last time on the plane? There are many areas in District 12 that may suddenly become risky to travel. When land transportation is interrupted, flying is the only viable option."

"That's right. I... I think..."

"I have to go to a meeting now. If you have anything to say, send me a message and I'll reply when I'm done, okay."

There was a busy signal on the other end of the phone.

Eucalyptus put down his phone and sat there alone.

After a while, she stood up again and came to the front desk: "...Hello, I'm here to register."

The staff member looked up at her for a while and asked, "Are you sure you are not mistaken? Are you Eucalyptus? You signed the document yourself and you don't know the situation?"

"The situation is a little complicated," Eucalyptus said softly, "but anyway...it was definitely me."

The staff began typing away on the keyboard and asked Eucalyptus to fill out a few forms.

"Everything is done. Come for the physical examination tomorrow afternoon. If you pass, you will start classes next week." The staff member threw a transparent bag with three or four booklets in it. "Every Wednesday and Friday afternoon, from 12:30 to 4:30, don't be late."

"Thank you... Goodbye."

"Goodbye!"

Eucalyptus carried the bag and walked out of the hall slowly. It was almost dinner time, and the sunlight on the street became dazzling. Eucalyptus stood at the door of the Wheeler Flight Center, looking at the trees in the distance, and the feeling of unreality came over him again.

Omg.

Mom, I want to learn how to fly a plane.