When I learned to drive and met a strict instructor, I drank a glass of wine in my life. It was spicy on my face and in my heart.
After sobering up, it was still flowing in the blood, bringing back memories of the past and warming the blood.
I found that the coach's scolding and humiliation were really nothing. It was strange. Looking back on it, how could I be happy? Is it really shameless?
Some of them learned to drive through the cold wind of winter, and some faced the scorching sun of summer. They were nervous during the exam, their faces were hot when they were scolded by the instructor, and they smiled comfortably when the loudspeaker announced that they had passed the exam.
Go learn to drive! It's really exciting, and it's even more exciting to find an exciting coach, like Yin Moxiang.
Yin Moxiang is here, right here, in the book.