Chapter 211 Classmates, are you also here to learn the driving school?

With the bright sunshine in the morning, Qin Luo opened his eyes faintly.

Today is the day he takes the third test, and also the day he gets his "driver's license".

"Mom, I'm going to learn to drive."

After talking to her mother Fu Xiaowan, Qin Luo pushed open the door, swept away a small yellow car, and Qin Luo walked towards the driving school.

But as soon as he walked to the door of the driving school, Qin Luo was stunned.

I saw that the entrance was already full of all kinds of vehicles, Civic, Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and even Porsche, Bentley, Ferrari and other world-renowned cars, which directly filled the driving school's field competition.

what's the situation? A car show? Qin Luo was a little confused.

Whoa!

Just when Qin Luo was stunned, the car door opened, and a group of social young people got out.

They were all dressed in black punk leather jackets, with a blue turban wrapped around their heads and tattooed on their arms.

At first glance, it is an organized and premeditated racing car race.

As for the purpose of their coming to the driving school, Qin Luo felt that there was only one possibility: most of them had their driver's license revoked, and they came to test the driver's license again.

"A group of scumbags..."

Qin Luo smiled lightly and walked into the driving school on his own.

But as soon as he stepped into the door, a cold voice came into his ears: "Who is the coach of 8238?"

I saw a young man walking out of a crowd. He looked in all directions and glanced at the crowd coldly.

8238? Qin Luo was taken aback for a moment, isn't this the license plate of the coach he drove yesterday?

Is this guy here to find fault? At this moment, Qin Luo's eyes narrowed.

"It's me!" With a loud shout, Song Shuhang walked out of the crowd.

Looking at the group of unscrupulous "racing racers" in front of him, he frowned tightly and his face was a little gloomy.

"I heard that you are very good at cornering, and you can compete in one lap with one sword peak?" Looking at Song Shuhang, the young man's mouth showed a disdainful smile.

Yijian Peak, located in the northeastern suburbs of Beishan City, is named after its shape like a sword soaring to the sky. The roads here are steep and there are many bends, and there is only one narrow road going up and down the mountain.

As a result, it has become a holy place in the eyes of drag racing fans. There are accidents almost every day, and people are sent to the morgue every week.

Going to Yijian Peak to go racing is no different from dying!

Song Shuhang's face became more and more gloomy. He glanced at the other party coldly, and said sternly: "This is a driving school, no one will race with you. Now you leave, and you have to race elsewhere."

"Ha ha……"

Hearing Song Shuhang's words, the young man sneered disdainfully and said slowly, "It's fine if you agree today. If you don't agree, I can close this driving school tomorrow."

Threat, the threat of red fruit.

The anger in Song Shuhang's heart rose again. He raised his right hand, pointed at the young man tremblingly, and said sharply, "Believe it or not, I will call the police immediately."

Call the police?

The young man smiled faintly.

Not everyone can be a drag racer. In their circle, everyone's identity is not simple. Their family is either rich or powerful.

Take him as an example, his father is one of the top ten entrepreneurs in Beishan City, and the wealth in his hands is hundreds of millions.

Song Shuhang's words, he did not take it to heart at all.

Glancing at Song Shuhang lightly, he waved to the younger brother behind him, and all the younger brothers immediately opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.