BMW Young Master

Chapter 154

"Bang!"

Gu Ran's forehead had an intimate encounter with the back of the front seat, making a crisp sound.

"Dr. Ye, are we practicing driving or practicing our courage?"

Gu Ran rubbed his forehead, looking like he had nothing left to live for. "With that step on the gas, I almost went to see the Buddha."

"Shut... shut up!"

Ye Zhenzhen's face was as red as a freshly picked tomato, stepping on the clutch in a flurry, getting more flustered the more anxious she was.

For the next ten minutes, this weather-beaten Santana faced the darkest moment of its life.

Starting, stalling.

Starting again, crazy Parkinson's, stalling again.

In the passenger seat, the instructor Lao Zhang's face turned from black to purple, and finally, he clutched his chest and jumped out of the car, his movements so agile that he didn't look like a fifty-year-old man.

He casually jammed a mineral water bottle under the accelerator, as if sealing some ancient beast.

"Stop stepping on the gas! Just pretend it doesn't exist!"

Lao Zhang pointed to the back seat, as if granted amnesty. "Kid, you teach her! I'm going to smoke a cigarette to extend my life. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll get a workplace injury."

After speaking, Lao Zhang slipped away without looking back, his back showing the vicissitudes of surviving a disaster.

Gu Ran helplessly opened the passenger door and sat in.

"I told you I couldn't do it..." Ye Zhenzhen leaned on the steering wheel, her voice soft and slightly crying, extremely depressed.

"A man can't say he can't do it, and a woman can't either."

Gu Ran turned sideways, his large hand directly covering her soft hand that was gripping the steering wheel.

There are still so many people here...

Ye Zhenzhen stiffened all over, subconsciously trying to pull her hand back, but he caught it backhanded.

"Don't move."

Gu Ran leaned closer, his breath falling on her ear. "Feel it, this is called force feedback."

A narrow carriage, a lone man and a lone woman.

Outside the window, the tree shadows were mottled, and in the distance was the escaping instructor.

That kind of taboo "stealthy feeling" was instantly maxed out.

Ye Zhenzhen felt half of her body go numb, her mind a mess.

The car finally stopped swerving and started to crawl forward at a snail's pace.

"Gu 'Dog' Ran..." The young girl was about to speak, but turned her head and bumped into those smiling eyes.

The air instantly became viscous.

Just when the tips of their noses were about to touch, and the atmosphere was ambiguous enough to be drawn into threads—

"Vroom—!!"

An extremely arrogant engine sound forcibly tore apart the pink bubbles.

A brand-new white BMW 3 Series rolled up dust, rampaged into the training ground, braked sharply, and stopped arrogantly next to them.

The car door opened, and Qin Zhaoyang wearing sunglasses, with the collar of his floral shirt wide open, and his hair so oily that a fly would do the splits if it stood on it.

He glanced at the broken Santana, his gaze instantly fixed on Ye Zhenzhen's face, and then he struck what he thought was a very handsome pose leaning against the car.

Sure enough, it's good to do good deeds. He had intended to register his cousin, but he ran into this beauty again.

"Knock, knock."

He knocked on the car window.

Ye Zhenzhen frowned and rolled down the window. "What is it?"

Qin Zhaoyang deliberately showed the BMW car keys at his waist, his tone exaggerated. "Beautiful lady, this is fate! In the vast sea of people, we meet again at the driving school."

The young girl's eyes were cold. "I'm practicing driving. Make way."

Qin Zhaoyang's smile stiffened.

Is this woman blind?

Can't she see the brand-new BMW behind me?

"I'm Qin Zhaoyang! Last time we were running, we almost added each other's QQ numbers, but a little punk stopped us."

Qin Zhaoyang didn't give up and shook his car keys.

Ye Zhenzhen stared at his swaying waist and coldly spat out three words. "Is your waist bad?"

"Pfft."

In the passenger seat, Gu Ran really couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.

Qin Zhaoyang's face instantly turned ashen, and he glared fiercely at Gu Ran. "It's you again, little punk! Ruining my good deeds time and time again?"

Gu Ran lazily leaned back in his chair, fanned himself in front of his nose, and looked disgusted.

"The weather is getting hot, and all kinds of dirty things are popping out."

"People don't even know you, and you still force yourself on them. Seeing a beauty and having your eyes light up, what's the difference between you and a Teddy dog seeing a utility pole?"

"You!" Qin Zhaoyang was furious. He was about to rush up, but remembering the feeling of his bones being crushed when they shook hands last time, he forcibly stopped his footsteps.

He took a deep breath, not bothering with this barbarian, mainly because he was afraid of being beaten.

"Beauty, this kind of broken Santana has no air conditioning and is hard to drive. How can someone with delicate skin and tender flesh stand it?"

Qin Zhaoyang patted the BMW behind him, his face full of superiority.

"Come, sit in my car. Automatic transmission, strong air conditioning! It just so happens that brother will teach you, let you experience what a real push-back feeling is!"

After speaking, he glanced at Gu Ran disdainfully. "Don't hang around with this kind of poor loser who only knows how to talk. He can't afford a car and can't learn how to drive. He'll only delay you."

Hearing these words, Ye Zhenzhen's beautiful face turned cold. Just as she was about to curse, Gu Ran beside her moved.

"Push-back feeling?"

Gu Ran pushed the door open and got out of the car. He walked around to the driver's seat, opened the door, and lifted his chin at Ye Zhenzhen.

"Zhenzhen, go to the passenger seat."

This "Zhenzhen" was called extremely naturally, with an unquestionable domineering tone.

Ye Zhenzhen's ears burned, and she obediently changed seats in a daze.

Gu Ran sat in the driver's seat, adjusted the seat, rolled down the window, and hooked his lips into a teasing arc at Qin Zhaoyang.

"Young Master Qin, since you understand cars so well."

"Then today I'll let you see what... a real push-back feeling is."

As soon as he finished speaking.

His left foot slammed the clutch, and his right hand quickly shifted into first gear.

Gas pedal to the floor!

"Vroom—!!!"

The Santana, on the verge of being scrapped, erupted with a beast-like roar, thick black smoke billowing from the exhaust pipe, like an old general experiencing terminal lucidity!

Qin Zhaoyang was startled by the roar and subconsciously stepped back.

The next second, Gu Ran released the clutch abruptly!

The tires spun violently on the concrete ground, letting out a piercing screech, and the car body shot out like an arrow leaving the bow!

"Ah—!" Ye Zhenzhen screamed, desperately gripping the handle, her beautiful face pale.

The car raced wildly in the narrow training ground, heading straight for the S-curve guardrail!

"Holy shit! Stop the car! That's an S-curve!!" In the distance, Lao Zhang, who had just lit a cigarette, was so scared that his cigarette dropped.

The moment he entered the curve.

Downshift! Rev match! Pull the handbrake! Steer!

Gu Ran's hands and feet operated quickly, the memories of playing with cars in his previous life flooding back.

Did he watch Pegasus for nothing?!

The heavy rear of the Santana suddenly swung sideways, sliding past the guardrail at an extremely exaggerated angle!

Drift!

A perfect inertia drift!

The car body shuttled through the S-curve like a swimming dragon, the rolled-up dust forming a yellow barrier in the sunlight, the visual effect explosive!

Qin Zhaoyang almost bit off the legs of his sunglasses.

Is this a fucking Santana?

This is an AE86, right?!

Before he could recover his senses, the car suddenly turned around and, carrying the whistling wind, charged straight at him!

The speed was extremely fast, with no intention of slowing down at all!

"Holy shit!!"

He really is a barbarian?!

Fuck, he wouldn't dare hit me, would he?

But as the car got closer and closer to him, with no tendency to slow down, he finally panicked.

Is he really going to fucking hit me?!!!

Qin Zhaoyang scrambled and threw himself to the side, falling flat on his face.

"Screech—!!!"

The piercing sound of braking tore through the sky.

The car body stopped abruptly sideways at an extreme distance, the rear swinging over with huge inertia, stopping steadily less than half a meter in front of Qin Zhaoyang.

The dust rolled up by the wheels covered him from head to toe.

The young master of the BMW instantly looked like a freshly unearthed terracotta warrior.

Gu Ran rolled down the window, rested one arm casually on the ledge, and blew a teasing whistle at the miserable-looking Qin Zhaoyang on the ground.

"Young Master Qin, you are on the ground already? I haven't even started trying yet."

Then, he turned to look at Ye Zhenzhen beside him. Her eyes were sparkling, her face full of sheer admiration. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, his gaze filled with absolute indulgence.

"Student Ye, did you see that clearly?"

"That is what you call real acceleration."

"Want to learn? I can teach you."