Dad, please try harder

Chapter 80 Qian Quan: Dad’s writing skills are still sophisticated!

Author: Dr. Silver

Chapter 80 Qian Quan: Dad’s writing skills are still sophisticated!

According to driving test practice, after passing subject one, you can make an appointment for subject two after 10 days, and you can make an appointment for subject three after 30 days.

For Qian Quan, as long as he understands some details of subjects one and four, there is actually no problem in taking the four subjects consecutively.

However, due to the rules, he still made an appointment with Shen Fei to practice subject two step by step.

Five must-test points for Section 2: reversing into the garage, side parking, parking and starting at fixed points on slopes, right-angle turns and S-turns.

Among them, reversing the car into the warehouse is said to be the most difficult one, and countless candidates cried when stuck.

Since Guo Hongyi also wanted to study for the first year of World War II, Qian Quan and Shen Fei made an appointment to practice driving.

"I'm actually a little scared. My aunt is a psychiatrist. She said she had a mental breakdown after being scolded by the coach when she was practicing driving." Before going to practice driving, Shen Fei was worried.

"There is no way. As long as it is not a personal attack or insult, normal criticism and ridicule should be regarded as guidance. Filter out the tone and content.

"Besides, not every coach likes to curse so much," Qian Quan said.

"Maybe there is also a demonizing part." Shen Fei comforted himself.

After arriving at the venue and getting in the car, the two of them really saw what the "verbal violence" of the driving school instructor was all about.

Shen Fei was the first to practice. Qian Quan sat in the back seat. The coach sat in the passenger seat with an expressionless face, teaching Shen Fei meticulously.

"Okay, that's it, let's go." The coach finished explaining the rules and let Shen Fei do it by himself.

"Coach, are we driving over there?" Shen Fei asked cautiously.

"No, let's fly over."

Shen Fei stopped talking and drove silently, as nervous as if he was in a college entrance examination.

After driving for a while, the coach suddenly pointed to the wall in front of him and said, "Did you see that wall?"

"Yeah." Shen Fei nodded slightly.

"Hit it hard and knock it down!"

"Ah, why?" Shen Fei was confused. There was no such thing in the exam.

Before the coach could speak, Qian Quan, who was sitting in the back seat, reminded him in a low voice: "Shen Fei, step on the brakes."

"Oh!" Shen Fei suddenly realized and stepped on the brakes.

"Substitute."

After the car stopped, the coach said succinctly.

Shen Fei got off the bus and exchanged money and power.

When changing seats, Shen Fei showed his palms to Qian Quan, and they were all wet.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Qian Quan sat in the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt, and started operating on his own according to the process the instructor just told Shen Fei.

He neither showed off his skills nor pretended to be unfamiliar, and drove the car in a normal manner.

The coach didn't say a word the whole time.

"Have you ever driven before?" Qian Quan asked the coach casually before getting out of the car.

"Um."

"good."

The first round is to familiarize yourself with the operations, and then start practicing the test items.

I don’t know if it was because of the influence of money and power, but the coach stopped being sarcastic towards Shen Fei.

However, because it was Shen Fei's first time and he made many mistakes, the coach couldn't help but said in the end:

"If you practice like this, your classmates don't have much time to practice today. There are others behind you."

Qian Quan said hurriedly: "It's okay, just leave me a few minutes. I was listening just now."

Shen Fei finished the difficult training and exchanged money again.

This time Qian Quan sped up a little bit and completed the five projects in less than a minute.

Not to mention that Shen Fei, who was sitting in the back row, was dumbfounded, and the coach in the passenger seat was also calm:

"Are you here to retake your driver's license test?"

"No, it's my first time taking the test."

"You...it looks like you don't need to practice any more, you can just take the exam directly."

"Yeah, that's fine. Then you can help me make an appointment for the second-year exam."

The coach laughed and nodded: "Okay."

This is a guaranteed passing quota, and it can be used as my own teaching case——

"The fastest student to get a driver's license"!

On the way back from the driving school, Shen Fei asked Qian Quan: "Old Qian, how did you do it? Why?"

"While you are driving, I will learn from behind."

"Come on! You have already used inertial drift to negotiate the corner, and you only have to use the drainage channel to accelerate. Are you telling me that you learned it later?"

Qian Quan laughed and explained: "I drove at the driving range near my cousin's house during the summer vacation."

"That's pretty much it." Shen Fei felt a little more balanced.

Back in the dormitory, Shen Fei went on to tell Qian Quan's driving practice to Guo Hongyi, who was preparing for the exam, and the latter naturally didn't believe a word of it.

It wasn't until the coach sent over the time for Qian Quan's second exam that Guo Hongyi discovered that it was actually the same day as his make-up exam for subject one.

The key is that in the next few days, he didn't go to practice driving. Only once did Shen Fei say that he couldn't stand it anymore and forcefully dragged him to the pit, so he went there.

Soon it was the end of November, and there were still three days left before Guo Hongyi took the supplementary exam for subject 1 and Qian Quan took the exam for subject 2. The latest issue of "New Story Monthly" was published.

The magazine mailed sample issues to each author.

The sample magazine sent to Qian Quan was sent to the School of Humanities. After being opened by some curious person, it was directly sent to Qian Quan's class during the break.

What was even more embarrassing was that Qian Quan went to the bathroom at that time. When he came back, he found a magazine on his desk. There was a girl in sexy clothes on the cover, and the words next to it were:

"For 3 million, I sent my husband to my best friend's bed!"

"That night when conscience was shocked, an 18-year-old female college student ended up in the boys' dormitory"

as well as--

"Small town in action: midnight "sex devil" is no longer rampant!"

Wait for the sensational and eye-catching headlines.

At that moment, Qian Quan noticed that something was wrong with the way the students around him looked at him.

At this moment, there were more or less cracks in the filter of the newly promoted president of Maritime University.

"Who is this? Who put this magazine on my table?!"

Qian Quan asked.

"The senior sister who was on duty in the courtyard just sent it over. She said it was for you." A classmate said with a smile.

Now Qian Quan feels a little bit between a rock and a hard place. He can neither say that he ordered this magazine to read, nor can he say that it is a sample issue sent to the author.

"Oh, is that so? It was sent without any packaging?"

Qian Quan forcefully questioned with a sneer, and then calmly opened the magazine, seemingly turning the pages casually while maintaining a distance, but in fact he was looking for articles about his father and himself seriously.

Soon, he found the titles of their articles, and they were typed together in the table of contents.

However, Dad’s article seems to be relatively long, so only the top part is published in this issue.

He calmly turned to the story written by his father and began to read it quickly.

But my mood gradually relaxed.

The stories my father wrote were probably borrowed from other people's prototypes or purely fictional. There were almost no details in the stories related to their family.

As for the psychology and daily life between middle-aged couples written in the article, although they are based on observations of their own lives, they are basically the result of deliberate exaggeration and exaggeration in order to create plot conflicts or lay down foreshadowing.

Putting all that aside, this magazine knows how to titillate people.

The story ends abruptly when the male protagonist and his first love are on a business trip, and the first love wears translucent pajamas and asks the male protagonist to massage her.

If you want to know what happened next, please order the next issue.

One thing to say, if I hadn’t known that this article was written by my father, many of the plots in it would have really made my heart swell and my blood pumping.

Dad’s writing skills are still very good.

(End of chapter)