Hoping to broaden his horizons, Heath continued driving his little truck carefully, and over the time that followed, he encountered more and more bizarre things.
As Heath drove through a green light normally, he saw a card slapped onto his window, with the word "Golbat" written on it. Heath looked blankly at the instructor, who calmly took a drag on his cigarette.
"That's a Golbat running a red light." Watching the instructor explain it so calmly, Heath had no idea what to say.
"That's a Golbat rear-ending you." "That's a drunk-driving Golbat, and that's a fatigued-driving Golbat." The instructor periodically introduced the various obstacles on the road to Heath, making his scalp prickle.
Heath suddenly felt that he wasn't taking a driving test, but playing a Golbat simulator. After all, encountering so many Golbat in such a short time was pretty bizarre.
After getting out of the truck, Heath sighed. He felt there was no chance of completing Subject Three today. There were simply too many Golbat. Heath counted them up: during his Subject Three test today, he had encountered at least fifty-odd Golbat along the way. Even though they were all cards, that was already frightening enough.
"Fucking Golbat." Even with his good temper, Heath couldn't help swearing.
"Ah, that's the spirit. I felt just like you when I took my first test, haha. Congratulations, Trainee Heath. You've passed Subject Three. Your performance was excellent the whole way." The instructor climbed out with a chuckle and patted Heath on the shoulder. Heath looked at him blankly.
I passed even after all that? Heath had already been preparing to recite traffic regulations to himself and memorize where the Golbat appeared, yet now the instructor was actually telling him he had passed?
"Surprised? The Golbat don't affect your assessment in the