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Chapter 89 You're driving an unlicensed taxi?! (Please subscribe~)

Last weekend, Lin Feng truly experienced what it meant to be in "chaos" and "a world of extremes".

After being stuffed with Daoxiangcun beef tongue pastries, premium sea cucumbers, and a bottle of vintage Moutai by his parents, Lin Feng, looking like a Christmas tree laden with gifts, scrambled to Gu Ailing's house to visit her elders.

I thought I was going to have a serious interrogation, but the atmosphere turned out to be surprisingly harmonious.

Although he was teased by Grandma Gu Ailing as soon as he entered the door, and he even broke the dough while making dumplings because he used too much force, resulting in a bunch of unsightly "Lin-style glutinous rice balls", the elders just loved his down-to-earth style, and the meal was very enjoyable.

The next day, Gu Ailing dragged him along again to be a free part-time tour guide and laborer, filming a "One-Day Tour of Northern Beijing" vlog. In the sweltering heat, he was riding a duck boat in Beihai Park, and his legs almost cramped up after one trip.

In short, Mr. Lin easily overcame the two major hurdles of meeting the parents and having his video filmed.

But before he could finish enjoying this warm and joyful holiday routine, early Monday morning, Lin Feng faced a truly "epic battle" during his vacation back home.

Driving test (Part 3)

At a driving test center in Haiding District, Beijing, the waiting hall was crowded with people, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

The old fan overhead creaked and groaned, blowing out nothing but hot air.

Lin Feng, dressed in a white T-shirt and completely concealing himself with a mask and baseball cap, sat casually on a metal bench, aiming for a low profile.

Sitting next to him was a college student wearing glasses, whose legs were shaking uncontrollably, and who was muttering to himself, his face turning green with nervousness.

"Dude, stop shaking. You're about to shake the chair apart." Lin Feng patted the college student on the shoulder. "It's just a road test. It's just a four-wheeled metal car. You step on the gas and go, you step on the brake and stop. It's no big deal."

The college student looked like he was about to cry, turning to Lin Feng: "Brother, you make it sound so easy. This is my third time taking the test. The first two times, my legs cramped up as soon as I got in the car, and the engine stalled as soon as I released the clutch. Brother, how many times have you taken the test? You seem to have a pretty good attitude."

"Me? This is my first time." Lin Feng leaned back in his seat. "But I've been driving for a long time, I drive a lot, I'm used to it."

"You drive this often? No wonder it's so stable." The college student asked enviously, "What kind of car do you usually drive, bro?"

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Lin Feng casually replied, "It's a single-seat manual transmission car with a low chassis and decent power, but it lacks suspension, making it quite bumpy to drive."

"Oh, a convertible! No wonder!" The college student exclaimed, giving a thumbs up.

As we were talking, the loudspeaker in the lobby came on.

"Candidate number 28, Lin Feng, please proceed to test vehicle number 3 for your exam."

Lin Feng stood up and stretched his neck: "My turn. Dude, relax, I'll go get a notebook first."

Stepping out of the hall, the sun outside made the asphalt road surface reflect light.

Lin Feng strode to vehicle number 3. It was a white Volkswagen Jetta, a vehicle that had seen many trials and tribulations.

The car body was riddled with dents, and the bumper was covered with the "battle records" left by previous test takers.

After walking around the car once as required, Lin Feng opened the driver's side door and got in.

Sitting in the passenger seat was a portly middle-aged examiner. He was wearing a short-sleeved uniform, had a long face, and was holding a clear glass filled with strong tea, with a few tea leaves stuck to the inside of the glass.

"Good morning, examiner." Lin Feng greeted them respectfully.

The examiner didn't even look at him directly, but simply slammed his teacup onto the cup holder on the center console and coldly uttered two words: "Face scan, verification."

After verifying his identity in front of the camera, Lin Feng skillfully adjusted the seat, fastened his seatbelt, and checked the rearview mirror.

The movements were fluid and seamless, without any unnecessary words.

"Reporting to the examiner, I am ready."

The examiner nodded and pressed the system start button.

"We will now begin the simulated nighttime lighting test."

"Please turn on your headlights."

"Driving at night in areas without streetlights or with poor lighting conditions."

"Passing through sharp bends and steep slopes at night."

Accompanied by electronic sounds, Lin Feng's fingers flew rapidly across the light switch.

He switched on high beams, alternated between high and low beams, and turned on parking lights. The whole sequence of actions was smooth and flawless.

"Lighting test complete, please proceed."

Lin Feng pressed the clutch pedal all the way down with his left foot, shifted into first gear, turned on the left turn signal, checked the rearview mirror, and released the handbrake. His engagement point was extremely precise; the car glided smoothly out of the test area without even the slightest unnecessary vibration.

The examiner, sitting in the passenger seat, was about to take a sip of tea when he noticed the smooth start and couldn't help but glance at Lin Feng out of the corner of his eye. He thought to himself that this kid's clutch control was pretty good, unlike those greenhorns who would nod off as soon as they released the clutch.

The Jetta drove smoothly on the test route.

Shifting gears, driving straight, and changing lanes—Lin Feng drove with incredible ease. For a professional race car driver accustomed to speeds of 300 kilometers per hour, this civilian vehicle, with a speed of less than 40 kilometers per hour, was slower than slow motion.

"Go straight at the intersection ahead," the voice announcement sounded.

Ahead was a crossroads without traffic lights, with fairly good visibility. Lin Feng eased off the accelerator as required and placed his foot on the brake to proceed.

Just as the front of the Jetta was about to cross the stop line...

Suddenly, a three-wheeled vehicle loaded with barrels of purified water darted out from the intersection on the right!

The water delivery guy was probably in a hurry, so he didn't slow down at all and just swaggered across the road, about to crash straight into the right front of the Jetta.

The distance is too close! Less than ten meters!

If it were an ordinary test taker, even if they slammed on the brakes, they would definitely have crashed by now.

The examiner in the passenger seat suddenly widened his eyes, almost dropping his teacup, and yelled, "Step on the brakes!!!"

The examiner instinctively reached for the secondary brake with his right foot, but the three-wheeled vehicle appeared so suddenly that there was no time to react.

However, in that split second of life and death, Lin Feng's racing instincts took over his body.

His pupils contracted instantly; his brain didn't need to think at all.

In the instant his left foot slammed down on the clutch and his right foot slammed down on the brake pedal, he flicked his heel outward and expertly floored the accelerator.

"Buzz—!"

The old Jetta's pitiful naturally aspirated engine roared out a muffled whine.

Lin Feng gripped the steering wheel with both hands, but instead of slamming on the brakes and crashing straight into it, he used the hand speed of someone who had been single for twenty years to swerve sharply to the left to avoid the front of the three-wheeled vehicle, and then, in a split second, swerved to the right in the opposite direction!

This is the most standard racing maneuver—the Scandinavian pendulum!

Accompanied by a screeching "squeak" from the tires on the asphalt road.

This beat-up Jetta, which doesn't even have ESP, swung its rear end outwards instantly due to the immense inertia. The entire car came to rest sideways in the middle of the road, completing an extremely wild and precise drift slide!

The right rear of the Jetta grazed the rear bumper of the water delivery tricycle, sliding past it by a mere five centimeters!

In the instant he avoided the obstacle, Lin Feng quickly straightened the steering wheel, released the brake, and stepped on the accelerator to straighten the car again, bringing it to a steady stop in the middle of the road.

The entire process takes no more than two seconds.

The water deliveryman didn't even realize he had just narrowly escaped death. He only felt a chilling wind pass by before he cursed and rode away on his three-wheeled vehicle.

The test vehicle was deathly silent.

The air froze for a full five seconds.

The examiner in the passenger seat was pressed tightly against the car door, his hands gripping the handles on the roof so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

The glass teacup on the center console tipped over, spilling strong tea and tea leaves all over the examiner's crotch.

The examiner was panting heavily, his eyes wide like saucers, his face deathly pale, as if half of his soul had flown out of his body.

Lin Feng shifted into neutral and pulled the handbrake. Turning to the still-shaken examiner, he asked very politely and with concern, "Examiner, due to the emergency, we have completed the avoidance maneuver. Shall we continue along the original route?"

The examiner slowly turned his head, looked at the calm face, his lips trembled twice, and finally burst out with a deafening roar.

"Screw you, driving away!!!"

The examiner wiped the cold sweat from his face with the back of his hand while pointing at Lin Feng's nose and cursing loudly.

"You usually work as a shady driver at the train station, right?! Huh?! You drive a Jetta, not a race car!"

What were you doing just now? Drifting?! Were you trying to pull off a high-speed run like the Akina Mountain legend on this main road?!

Lin Feng looked completely innocent: "No, examiner, at that distance, if I hadn't swerved, I would have crashed right into them. That would have been a traffic accident."

"Even if there's a collision, it's entirely his fault!" The examiner slapped his thigh in anger. "That turn of the wheel almost gave me a heart attack! I've been proctoring exams for ten years, and this is the first time I've ever seen someone drift in a test car! Do you think you're racing in Formula 1?"

"Oh!"

Lin Feng coughed lightly, not daring to reply.

At that moment, the car's voice broadcast system started playing at an inopportune time.

"Failed the exam, score zero."

Hearing the notification tone, Lin Feng sighed helplessly and shrugged: "Well, zero points. Examiner, you really can't blame me."

The examiner took two tissues to wipe the tea off his pants and glared at him fiercely.

"Whose fault is it if not yours! Get off the bus!"

"Examiner, you have one chance to retake the driving test on the spot for part three." Lin Feng didn't unbuckle his seatbelt, but looked at him with a smile. "Shall we try again?"

The examiner took a deep breath to calm his pounding blood pressure.

Logically speaking, there should indeed be one opportunity to retake the exam on the spot.

"Fine. I'll give you one last chance." The examiner gritted his teeth, warning each word clearly, "This time, you'd better behave yourself! Don't exceed thirty mph! Drive as smoothly as possible! If you dare try anything funny again, I'll kick you off the bus!"

"Understood! I promise to behave properly!"

Lin Feng restarted the engine.

The second exam has begun.

This time, Lin Feng imagined himself as an eighty-year-old man who had just gotten his driver's license.

Shifting gears is as light as caressing a work of art.

When I stepped on the gas, it felt like my toes were suspended in mid-air, and the speedometer was stuck at 25 kilometers per hour. I didn't dare to go any faster than that.

There is a turn ahead, and the voice prompt says "Please change lanes".

Most people would signal and wait three seconds before changing lanes. Lin Feng, however, signaled for a full five seconds, then checked in his rearview mirror to make sure there were no cars a hundred meters behind him before slowly turning the steering wheel, centimeter by centimeter.

The movements were so slow and gentle that even a stray dog ​​on the side of the road would yawn at the sight.

The examiner, sitting in the passenger seat, watched this kid go from one extreme to another, his eyes twitching.

Although he was frustratingly slow, he executed all the rules, regulations, and operational details with a precision that was more textbook-perfect than anything else; there wasn't a single flaw to be found.

Twenty minutes later.

The Jetta came to a steady stop within the white line at the end of the test, traveling at a speed of 10 kilometers per hour.

The car came to a perfect stop without the slightest jerking.

"You passed the exam; your score is 100."

The system's voice announcement sounded.

Lin Feng let out a long breath, feeling that these twenty minutes were even more frustrating than running fifty laps in Abu Dhabi.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, picked up the score sheet, and handed it to the examiner for signature.

The examiner, with a dark expression, signed his name in a flourish, then slapped the form into Lin Feng's hand and gave him a serious warning.

"Young man, you're really skilled and have quick reflexes. But the road isn't a racetrack. Once you get your license, never speed and cause an accident, understand?"

Lin Feng took the report card and smiled sincerely.

"Don't worry, examiner. My daily commute is much slower than this."

The examiner snorted and opened the car door: "Get out now. Next!"

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