Two hours later.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the daily quest "Vehicle Cultivation". The outer sect disciple has initially mastered the immortal sect's method of vehicle travel!]
[Reward: 200 Spirit Stones, 100 Sect Contribution Points]
The system's notification sound rang out.
Lin Yu didn't pay much attention to it.
He didn't even have time to wipe the fine layer of sweat from his forehead.
At this moment.
He was fully focused on the slowly moving car.
"Very good, Maomao!"
"Keep this speed and prepare to change lanes towards the direction of the bracelet."
"Remember, you are a beginner right now. You can't skip a single step of the process."
Maomao skillfully turned on the left turn signal and looked towards the rearview mirror.
Naturally, there were no cars to be seen.
But Lin Yu had said that no steps could be skipped, so she naturally wouldn't skip any.
The entire process of a standard lane change was executed perfectly.
Over the past two hours, Maomao had practiced this same maneuver dozens of times.
With each repetition, the car's speed gradually increased.
Seeing that the time was right, Lin Yu took a deep breath.
It was about time.
What had to come would come eventually!
Having drank alcohol, there was no way he could drive Maomao home.
The task of getting both of them home fell entirely on Maomao's shoulders.
There was no point in avoiding it; they had to face it head-on sooner or later.
After changing lanes, Maomao kept driving forward.
During the previous practice runs, this was about the point where they would turn around and repeat the training.
This time, however.
Lin Yu didn't give the command to turn around?
Seeing that they were about to reach the end of the road, Maomao couldn't help but ask:
"Yu, are we turning around now?"
"Can we make a U-turn up ahead?"
Maomao thought Lin Yu had forgotten about turning around and kindly reminded him.
Little did she know.
Lin Yu had already made an important decision!
"Maomao, keep driving forward. When you reach the intersection ahead, turn towards the direction of the bracelet."
Lin Yu said in a serious tone.
He didn't dare to be the slightest bit negligent.
He hoped that Maomao could sense his mood through his tone.
Maomao: "!!!"
With things reaching this point.
No matter how slow Maomao might be, she realized what was about to happen.
Didn't this mean...
She had graduated?!
Had she already reached the stage of hitting the real road?
Her little heart, which had just calmed down, suddenly started beating rapidly.
Driving on an empty road and driving on a real, busy street were two completely different experiences.
She had tried practicing driving so many times before, but not once had she dared to actually drive onto the main road.
Thinking about the endless stream of traffic and the busy streets she was about to face...
Maomao couldn't help but ask herself.
Could she really handle it?
Shouldn't she practice a little more before considering driving on the actual road?
Maomao really wanted to ask Lin Yu and voice her anxious doubts.
But when the words reached her lips, she couldn't bring herself to say them.
After all.
Lin Yu's teaching methods were so amazing, his driving skills must be excellent too.
For him to take the initiative to suggest this meant that he truly trusted Maomao.
If Maomao were to raise doubts now, wouldn't that be equivalent to questioning Lin Yu's professionalism?
And it would be even more disrespectful of the trust Lin Yu had placed in her.
Maomao took a deep breath.
Alright.
I'll do exactly as Yu says!
Anyway, with him by her side, if any new situation arose, he would definitely be able to warn her in time.
She just needed to keep a calm state of mind and slowly drive the car over.
Maomao's nervousness was directly reflected in her actual actions.
Even the slightest shake of the steering wheel caused the car's body to sway.
Even though Maomao tried her hardest to stop it and pretend nothing had happened.
How could the body's instincts be fought off so easily?
Lin Yu gently patted her arm twice and said comfortingly:
"Don't panic, you are already doing very well."
"The first time I drove on the road, I pulled over and stopped three times over a distance of just two kilometers."
"At that time, I was truly terrified. I was trembling so much that I couldn't stop."
"Your reaction right now is considered mild. You're already doing excellently!"
Lin Yu shared his own past experience to help Maomao calm her mind.
Comforting the person in front of him by describing someone else's even more panicked past.
Although the tactic was simple, it won in practicality and was quite effective.
After hearing this, the nervous tension in Maomao's heart dissipated significantly.
Moreover, she firmly believed the story Lin Yu had told.
She even chimed in, saying:
"Yu, so you actually had such an embarrassing experience too."
Lin Yu: "..."
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