Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 91 Indian driver's license test (Part 3)

"Pretty stylish!"

Cheng Ming's eyes lit up as he watched from behind the monitor.

Wang Shuo took a deep breath, his rough, calloused hand, covered in bandages, trembling as he pointed at Lin Yiyi. His voice carried a brokenness born from countless brutal assaults on him: "You've been taking your driving test for three years, you've driven away eight instructors, and I'm asking you, where are the turn signals?"

As soon as the song began, its unique sense of melancholy, combined with the cheerful Indian melody, instantly created an extremely absurd contrast.

Lin Yiyi was already nervous as she sat in the driver's seat.

This training vehicle, which had been baking in the sun all afternoon, was like a sauna!

Add to that Wang Shuo's large, dark face so close to hers, and the overwhelming sense of oppression he exuded, and her brain instantly went blank.

"Light—Light"

Lin Yiyi blinked her innocent big eyes in a panic, her lips trembling, and her right hand instinctively frantically dialed the numbers under the steering wheel.

"Clatter".

It wasn't the crisp, snapping sound of the turn signal.

Instead, the windshield wipers seemed to be crazed tentacles, rubbing violently.

"Swish-swish-swish" Because no windshield washer fluid was sprayed, the dry rubber strip rubbed wildly against the scalding glass, making a teeth-grinding "squeak" sound that made one's scalp tingle.

Wang Shuo's eye twitched violently.

But he didn't stop. Instead, he used this "despair" to take the feeling of disappointment and frustration to the extreme.

He instinctively clutched his chest, as if having a heart attack, while his other hand flailed wildly in the air, as if grasping at a last straw: "Hey, poor windshield wipers, you wipe over a hundred times a day, you've got calluses all over the glass!"

That trembling voice, that expression—it was enough to break the heart of anyone who heard it and bring tears to their eyes if they saw it.

Lin Yiyi panicked even more.

"Ah! How do I turn it off! Why won't it stop!"

She frantically tried to pry the lever, but the more she rushed, the more confused she became. Her fingers slipped, and she pulled too hard, accidentally pulling the wiper control lever directly into her arms.

"Sizzle—!"

Two powerful jets of water gushed out from the hood, splashing directly onto Wang Shuo's face through the windshield. Because the windows weren't closed properly, a few drops even landed on Wang Shuo's dark face.

This sudden turn of events wasn't even in the script.

Zhao Yufeng, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't hold back any longer. With a "plop," she clutched her stomach and squatted on the ground, her high chest heaving violently as she laughed until tears streamed down her face, completely abandoning any semblance of a goddess image.

But it's not over yet.

Wang Shuo truly lives up to his reputation as a natural actor; his on-the-spot reaction was simply divine.

He let the slurry glass stream down his dark face, leaving two comical white streaks. His expression shifted from helplessness to utter despair.

His hand trembled as he pointed ahead, continuing his accusation in sync with the lyrics, his voice trembling with tears: "I told you to turn on all the headlights, but you opened the hood instead! This car's going to be ruined by you sooner or later!"

The moment those words were sung, Lin Yiyi seemed to be under a spell.

When she heard the word "headlights," all she could think was, "Oh no, I made a mistake again," and she instinctively started touching around her left knee.

That's where you usually open the fuel tank cap and engine hood.

"Click!"

A muffled thud.

To everyone's astonishment, the hood of the brand-new BYD training car actually popped open a crack, like a mocking mouth.

"Holy crap—"

Li Feng, who was filming, trembled and almost dropped the camera.

This is absolutely true to himself!

Wang Shuo stared at the popped-up hood, completely frozen in place.

At this moment, the music is reaching its climax, with the mournful drumbeats falling like raindrops.

Wang Shuo could no longer control the primordial power within him.

He suddenly raised his hand, palm high, as if to slap Lin Yiyi on the head.

Lin Yiyi let out a soft "Yeep" in fright, shrinking her neck like a startled little quail!

Her eyes instantly welled up with tears; her pitiful, silly, and endearing expression was simply heart-melting.

Wang Shuo's hand froze in mid-air, trembling like that of a late-stage Parkinson's patient.

Fight? I wouldn't dare. That's God, my provider.

To argue? You can't win an argument, and you're afraid of being reported.

Finally, that hand slammed hard onto its own thigh.

"Snapped!"

That sharp crack sounded painful just to hear.

Wang Shuo clasped his hands together and made a gesture of worship towards Lin Yiyi from the passenger seat. His large, clear eyes were filled with humble pleading: "Last year, you were the last one to come for your road test. You said you drank half a jin of Moutai, and you even said you'd call a designated driver to drive you!"

The lyrics, coupled with Wang Shuo's comical yet poignant expression, perfectly encapsulate the professional life of a driving school instructor.

Lin Yiyi bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, still stubbornly trying to salvage the situation.

"I—I'm leaving right now—"

She tried to shift gears and start moving.

As a result, the clutch wasn't fully depressed, and the gear wasn't shifted into first gear; it went straight into neutral.

Immediately afterwards, he floored the accelerator.

"boom--!!!"

The engine roared with a heart-wrenching sound. Although the car didn't move an inch, the huge roar startled all the people practicing driving around it to stop.

Wang Shuo completely broke down.

He slumped in the passenger seat like a lump of mud, staring blankly at the scorching sun outside the window. With the last of his strength, he let out a cry from the depths of his soul: "Please, don't test me anymore! From now on, just take a taxi whenever you go out. Driving will endanger yourself and others!"

Because Lin Yiyi released the clutch too quickly, the car made a loud "bang" and jerked forward, stalling immediately.

But this did not interrupt Wang Shuo's performance.

He pointed in the direction of the rival driving school next door, his voice hoarse, with a resolute determination to get rid of this plague even if it meant losing money: "If you really can't handle it, go to the one next door. We'll refund double your tuition. The driving instructors there are incredibly handsome!"

As the last note faded, Wang Shuo's head lolled to the side, his tongue lolled out, and he "died" in the passenger seat.

"Card!"

Cheng Ming suddenly jumped up from behind the monitor, his fingers leaving marks on the broken wooden scribbling board in his hand.

His face was filled with uncontrollable ecstasy, and he roared, "Perfect! Absolutely perfect!"

He rushed over in three strides and yanked open the car door.

The two people in the car were still in character.

Wang Shuo slumped in his chair, panting heavily. His fluorescent green vest was soaked with sweat, and the black powder on his face was streaked with sweat and the glass cleaner from earlier, making him look like a zebra.

Lin Yiyi, on the other hand, gripped the steering wheel with a bewildered expression, tears still glistening in the corners of her eyes. She was clearly stunned by the series of actions just now and hadn't yet come to her senses that this was all an act.

"Da Shuo, you're so talented! Holy crap, this is just perfect!"

Cheng Ming excitedly slapped Wang Shuo's thigh, "That tear, that trembling finger, it was amazing!"

Cheng Mingzhen suspected that Wang Shuo might have sold roti on the banks of the Ganges in his past life. This natural greasiness and tragic aura was so striking that even Cheng Mingzhen, a self-proclaimed "club loser," found it amazing.

"And Yiyi too!"

Cheng Ming turned to look at Lin Yiyi and gave her a thumbs up: "That operation of opening the windshield wipers and the hood was the finishing touch! So natural! There was absolutely no trace of acting!"

"Can it be unnatural?"

Lin Yiyi sniffled, her voice thick with tears, looking as aggrieved as a 100-pound child: "I really can't find where the switch is—that water spurting out just now scared me to death—"