At five-thirty in the morning, Li Yue's Santana drove through the pitch-black streets of the capital, turning left and right, weaving curves like it was drunk. It also kept sputtering and stalling. One look was enough to tell that it was not being driven by an old hand.
Li Juan sat in the driver's seat, lips pressed tight as she stared ahead, both hands gripping the steering wheel as if she wanted to snap it in half.
At her ear was the cold rebuke of her "coach," Li Yue.
"Keep your eyes forward. Who told you to look down when changing gears?"
"Don't jerk the wheel around. Just rub it a little."
"Could you stop stomping on the gas? Do you have donkey hooves growing under your legs? If I hadn't wedged a brick beneath the pedal, you'd have taken off into the sky."
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Though Li Yue's words were harsh, Li Juan had been practicing for more than an hour and did not dare talk back once.
It was not that she feared Li Yue's imposing manner. But when someone could drag themselves out of bed at four in the morning to accompany you while you learned to drive, you should not have the slightest complaint.
What was more, every scolding Li Yue gave hit the nail on the head. After only three mornings of practice, Li Juan already felt that her driving skills had crossed the threshold.
Li Ye had required Li Juan to do two things during this summer break: first, learn to drive; second, intern with Great God Ni.
Because Li Juan's collective household registration was still at Peking University, after her vacation began, Li Ye had wanted Pan Xiaoying to pull some strings and get her a motor vehicle learner's permit under the quota of