"Go to hell!" Qianbao gritted her teeth in hatred.
Jiang Nian glanced over and honked the horn with a sudden "beep". The people in front, startled by the sound, hurriedly made way for them.
"Teacher, they seem to be performing some kind of invisible act."
"What invisible act? They're getting familiar with the steps of car practice." Qianbao held the steering wheel, somewhat speechless. "A well-fed person doesn't know the hunger of the starving."
Those naturally gifted in driving can never understand the frustration of those without a feel for cars. Even after turning the steering wheel several times, you feel nothing; driving feels like being imprisoned.
A person is bewildered, all feelings are delayed.
"Then why are they blocking the road?" Jiang Nian was puzzled.
"You think everyone gets one-on-one lessons? Four or five people share one car." Qianbao explained, "The coach doesn't want them idling about, so he has them simulate a run-through."
