Learn to Drive
by Zhang Hong
About This Novel
One morning in July, I was discussing with my parents whether to continue learning to drive, when the phone suddenly rang. Mom said whose phone number was it so early? I said it wouldn't be mine anyway. Dad went to pick him up. It just happens to be mine. It happened to be a call from a driving school classmate. Dad said he is still a boy. Why did a boy call me just a few days after class? I knew that my father must have linked my unwillingness to learn to drive with this phone call. Today's parents are driven crazy by the fear of puppy love. I'm too lazy to explain. He grabbed the phone and said angrily, "Who is it?" A timid voice came from the phone, saying that the master was going to be separated today and that he had to rush to the driving school before seven o'clock. Being divided into masters means going to the training ground and actually driving. My cold heart started to burn again. This damn driving school has to kill our passion before it changes the course. I didn't bother to ask who the other party was, so I threw down the phone and shouted "Wow" happily.
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