Chapter 265： Driving School Unspoken Rules (1/2)

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Due to the monopoly of Tengfeng Driving School and the scarcity of coach resources, each coach must bring a dozen students at the same time.

Especially for the gold coach like Chen Feng, there are more students in hand.

The more scarce is the student car used for practice.

When each student took turns to practice, the steering wheel had to be rushed out of the car before he got hot, and changed to the next person.

In order to get more practice time, many students will try their best to stammer the coach.

Although the young woman was awkward, she could only endure Chen Feng's oiling with frowning.

Ye Hong looked at this scene and shook his head silently.

I've heard the darkness of driving school before, but I didn't expect it to be more cruel in reality.

The woman seemed to feel that Chen Feng's hands were becoming more and more unreliable, and she could no longer bear it, and got up and slipped out of the car directly: ”Teacher, coach, I think I have mastered it almost. Change another person!”

Chen Feng was troubled when she saw that the woman was so uninteresting, but she happened to see Ye Hong, who was not far away, shook her head silently, and her anger was more intense.

He immediately vented this irritability to Ye Hong and shouted: ”That kid over there, you are also my student, right?”

Ye Hong froze for a moment, but nodded.

”What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and train to train!”

The others in the driving school immediately turned their envious eyes towards Yehong.

This boy can practice his car when he first arrives, and his luck is too good.

I thought they had been waiting a long time before they were allowed to touch the car.

Yehong frowned, but walked to the car.

But he just got into the car, but Chen Feng spread his hand directly to him.

Ye Hong was slightly startled, and he didn't speak.

Chen Feng's hands were sour, but when he saw Ye Hong's delay, he suddenly pulled a face down: ”Boy, what's wrong?”