Become Top Student In A Second

With the morning sunshine, Qin Luo opened his eyes.

Today is the day for him to test for subject three, and the day for him to get his "driver's license".

"Mom, I went to learn to drive."

With his mother Fu Xiaowan said, Qin Luo opened the door, swept open a small yellow car, Qin Luo toward the driving school.

But just walked to the door of the driving school, Qin Luo was stunned.

I can see that the door has been full of all kinds of vehicles, civic, Mercedes Benz, BMW, and even the world-famous cars such as Porsche, Bentley, Ferrari, which directly fill the driving school venue.

What's the situation? Do you have an auto show? Qin Luo is a little confused.

Whoa!

When Qin Luo was in a muddle, the door opened and a group of young people came out.

They were all dressed in Black Punk leather, with a blue turban around their heads and tattoos on their arms.

At first glance, there are organized and premeditated drag racing people.

As for the purpose of their coming to the driving school, Qin Luo thinks that there is only one possibility: most of the driver's license has been revoked and they will take the driving test again.

"A group of students..."

Qin Luo faintly smiles and walks into the driving school.

But as soon as he stepped into the door, a cold voice came into his ear: "who is the coach of 8238?"

I saw a group of people out of a young man, his eyes glare at all directions, cold glance at the people.

8238？ Qin Luo slightly a Leng, this is not the license plate of the coach car he drove yesterday?

Is this guy here to find fault? At this moment, Qin Luo's eyes narrowed.

"It's me!" With a drink, song Shuhang came out of the crowd.

Looking at this group of unscrupulous "drag racing clan" in front of him, he frowned tightly, and his face was a little gloomy.

"It's said that you are very good at crossing corners. One sword peak race is a circle?" Looking at Song Shuhang, the young man's mouth showed a disdainful smile.

Yijianfeng, located in the Northeast suburb of Beishan City, is named for its shape like a sword soaring into the sky. The road is steep and there are many curves. There is only a narrow road up and down the mountain.

As a result, it has become a holy land in the eyes of drag racing people. Accidents happen almost every day, and people are sent to the morgue every week.

Going to a Jianfeng racing car is no different from dying!

Song Shuhang's face became more and more gloomy. He looked at each other coldly, and said in a sharp voice: "this is a driving school. No one will race with you. Now you leave, you want to go racing elsewhere."

"Ha ha..."

Hearing song Shuhang's words, the young man sneered scornfully and said slowly, "today you promise is just enough. If you don't promise, I can close this driving school tomorrow."

Threat, the threat of red fruits.

Song Shuhang's anger in his heart rose a lot. He raised his right hand, pointed to the young man tremblingly, and said in a sharp voice, "believe me or not, I'll call the police right away."

Call the police?

The young man gave a faint smile.

Drag racing is not everyone can be, in their circle, everyone's identity is not simple, their family is either rich or powerful.

Take him as an example. His father is one of the top ten entrepreneurs in Beishan City, with hundreds of millions of wealth in his hands.

Song Shuhang's words, he did not pay attention to.

A light glance at Song Shuhang, he waved to the younger brother behind him, and all of them opened the door and sat on the driver's seat.