Dad, Please Try a Little Harder

Chapter 90 - 80 My dad’s penmanship remains sharp !_1

Chapter 90: Chapter 80 My dad’s penmanship remains sharp !_1

Translator: Inschain Editor: Inschain

By the standards of the driving test, after passing the first test, you had to wait ten days to schedule the second one and 30 days for the third.

For Qian Quan, once he had cleared up some detailed issues for the first and fourth tests, he believed that he could pass all four in one go.

However, given the rules, he still methodically scheduled a practice session for the second test subject with Shen Fei.

There are 5 essential points for the second subject test: reverse parking, parallel parking, hill start and stop, right-angle turn, and S-curve.

Among them, reverse parking is said to be the most challenging task, frustrating countless candidates.

Since Guo Hongyi still had to retake the theoretical exam, Qian Quan and Shen Fei went for their driving lessons first.

“I’m actually a bit nervous. My aunt, who’s a psychologist, said she was mentally crushed by the harsh words of her instructor during her driving lessons,” Shen Fei confessed with apprehension before heading to his driving lesson.

“There’s no way around it. As long as it’s not personal attacks or insults, take regular criticism and sarcasm as guidance. Focus on the content, and filter out the tone,” Qian Quan tried to console him.

“Besides, not every instructor is so fond of yelling at people,” Qian Quan said.

“Perhaps there’s some exaggeration too,” Shen Fei reassured himself.

By the time they reached the driving practice area and got into the car, both had firsthand experience of the driving instructor’s “verbal aggression.”

Shen Fei went first. Qian Quan sat in the back while the instructor, with a straight face, sat in the passenger seat, giving directions systematically.

“Alright, those are the basics. Drive,” the instructor finished explaining the rules and allowed Shen Fei to take control.

“Sir, are we driving to that spot over there?” Shen Fei asked cautiously.

“No, we’re flying there.”

Shen Fei remained silent and drove, his tension reminiscent of someone in a high-stakes examination room.

After driving for a while, the instructor suddenly pointed at a wall ahead, “Do you see that wall?”

“Yes,” Shen Fei nodded slightly.

“Smash into it with all you’ve got!”

“Why would I?” Shen Fei was taken aback. This wasn’t part of the test.

Before the instructor could reply, Qian Quan whispered from the back seat, “Shen Fei, hit the brakes.”

“Oh!” Realizing the instructor’s point, Shen Fei applied the brakes.

“Switch.”

After stopping the car, the instructor spoke succinctly.

Shen Fei got out and exchanged places with Qian Quan.

As they swapped, Shen Fei showed Qian Quan his sweaty palms.

They shared a brief laugh.

Qian Quan took the driver’s seat, fastened his seatbelt, and followed the instructor’s earlier directives.

He drove neither showily nor pretentiously but with regularity.

The instructor remained silent throughout.

“You’ve driven before?” the instructor casually inquired as Qian Quan prepared to alight.

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

After the initial round to familiarize themselves, they began practicing for the actual test.

Perhaps influenced by Qian Quan’s presence, the instructor refrained from making sarcastic comments towards Shen Fei.

Still, due to Shen Fei’s inexperience and resulting errors, the instructor couldn’t help but remark.

“With the way you’re practicing, your friend won’t have much time today. Others are waiting.”

Qian Quan quickly responded, “It’s alright. Just leave a few minutes for me. I’ve been paying attention.”

After Shen Fei’s challenging practice session, it was Qian Quan’s turn again.

This time, he swiftly finished all five tasks in less than a minute.

Not only was Shen Fei stunned, but even the instructor was taken aback.

“Are you here to retake the driving test?”

“No, it’s my first time.”

“Looking at your skills, you don’t need more practice. You can take the test directly.”

“Okay, could you help me schedule the next test?”

The instructor nodded with a smile, “Sure.”

This was a guaranteed pass and a perfect example of the instructor’s portfolio.

“The Fastest Student to Get a Driver’s License!”

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

“I learned while watching you drive from the back seat.”

“Come on! You even drifted smoothly around the corners, just short of using the drainage ditches for acceleration. And you’re telling me you learned by watching from the back?”

Qian Quan laughed and explained, “I drove to a practice site near my cousin’s house during the summer.”

“That makes more sense.” Shen Fei felt a bit more settled.

Back in the dormitory, Shen Fei, with a bit of exaggeration, told Guo Hongyi, who was preparing for his theory exam, about Qian Quan’s driving experience. Guo didn’t believe a word of it.

It wasn’t until the instructor sent the time for Qian Quan’s stage-two exam that Guo realized his re-examination for the theory test was on the same day.

Strangely, in the next few days, he didn’t go for any practice sessions. Only once, when Shen Fei, feeling overwhelmed, forcefully took him along to the practice site, did he make an appearance.

By the end of November, just three days away from Guo’s theory re-test and Qian’s stage-two exam, the latest issue of New Story Monthly was published.

The magazine mailed sample copies to all the authors.

The copy sent to Qian Quan somehow ended up at the College of Humanities. Curiously, someone opened it and during a class break, it was directly delivered to Qian Quan’s class.

More embarrassingly, at that time, Qian Quan was away. When he returned, he found the magazine on his desk, its cover featuring a sexy lady, with sensational titles like:

“For 3 million, I let my husband into my best friend’s bed!”

“One night of lost conscience: An 18-year-old female student enters the male dormitory.”

And there was another one.

“Action in a Small City: The midnight pervert no longer runs rampant!”

And there were other eye-catching headlines.

At that moment, Qian Quan felt the surrounding students’ gaze on him was somewhat odd.

The image of the newly-crowned campus heartthrob had, at that moment, gained a few cracks.

“Who put this magazine on my desk?”

Qian Quan asked.

“A senior from our faculty just delivered it, saying it was mailed to you.” A classmate said with a hint of amusement.

Now Qian Quan felt trapped. He couldn’t say he had ordered the magazine, nor could he say it was a sample copy for the authors.

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

Qian Quan sarcastically questioned, then calmly flipped through the magazine, seemingly skimming but intently searching for his and his father’s articles.

Soon, he found their article titles. As expected, they were placed together in the contents.

However, his father’s story seemed to be a longer one, with only the first part published in this issue.

He quietly turned to his father’s story and began to skim-read.

His mood gradually relaxed.

His father’s story seemed to be based on someone else’s life or entirely fictional. None of the details related to their family.

As for the interactions and daily life of the middle-aged couple described in the article, though based on observations of their own life, they were mostly exaggerated or embellished to create dramatic tension or foreshadow future events.

Apart from all that, this magazine knew how to keep its readers hooked.

The story abruptly ended during a scene where the male lead and his first love were on a business trip, and she, dressed in a semi-transparent nightgown, asked him for a massage.

To know what happens next, please order the next issue.

Honestly, if he didn’t know that this article was written by his father, many of the plots would have been quite heart-stirring and thrilling.

His father’s writing skills were indeed seasoned..