"Ah!?"
Fang Ran drew out the sound, quite surprised by those words. They did not sound like something the Power Bank, who wished he could reach B-rank tomorrow, would say.
"That's true."
Meng Lang scratched his head. It seemed they would not run into that group from earlier in this scenario. For some inexplicable reason, Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief, then asked Ling in a sycophantic tone:
"Then, Your Majesty Queen, what are we doing now?"
"Let's find somewhere around the outskirts of the city and properly practice using your abilities."
Ling answered flatly, then glanced at Fang Ran, who was still sulking beside them and eyeing Meng Lang's driver's seat. She sighed.
"Also, teach this idiot how to drive, so he doesn't drive the car into a river in the next scenario!"
Meng Lang immediately burst into tears. "I don't think this humble concubine can do that."
Hearing the two of them, Fang Ran immediately took offense and shouted loudly:
"Nonsense! This is discrimination! Even I wouldn't possibly drive a car—"
"How many turns can you make to the right with the steering wheel!!?"
"How many turns can you make to the left with the steering wheel!!?"
Ling and Meng Lang shouted in unison!
"Uh... two... two turns?"
"Sigh."
Two streets away, a young-looking boy stood blankly in the district, not knowing why he had appeared there.
Just moments ago, he had still been in front of the man he hated most, enduring a scolding. After it finally ended, he left and pushed open the door.
Only to find himself standing in the middle of the street.
When he looked up, the night was deep, and the distant lights shone brilliantly. The signs for the nearby Mala Xiang Guo and Liu Yishou Noodle Shop were especially conspicuous.