I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Chapter 222 Uncle and Auntie's Daily Driving Test

Uncle Duanmu is a Taoist priest, but Taoist priests also have to go down the mountain.

He was bored staying in the mountains, so he enrolled himself in a senior citizens' college. His nephew drove him to and from school every day.

A few days ago, his nephew broke his leg while digging wild vegetables in the back mountain. There was no one to pick him up, but he still had to go to school.

In order to go to school, Uncle Duanmu took a taxi for 20 kilometers, from the mountains in the suburbs to the city, but this was not a long-term solution. Now the Taoist temple was run by his senior brother, and no one reimbursed him for the taxi fare, so his senior brother decided to send him to get a driver's license.

Uncle Duanmu thought that driving was something that he didn't need to learn and could learn just by watching. However, reality dealt him a heavy blow and the first subject was so difficult that it made him cry.

This was his third time taking the exam. This time he finally behaved himself and took out his notebook to write down each knowledge point one by one.

When Old Fu came to see him, he knew that he wanted to take a driver's license test, and he was amazed: "I've never seen such a thing before, a Taoist priest also has to take a driver's license test, don't you all fly on swords when you go out?"

Uncle Duanmu was tortured by the question and was listless. He said nonsense seriously: "The sword cannot enter the city."

"And my sword is limited today. It can only fly on odd-numbered days. It can't fly today."

"Really? You can really fly a sword." Old Fu believed it and asked while leaning on the table, "When you usually fly a sword to school, where do you park your sword? No, where do you put it?"

"You know the school garage, right?" Duanmu sat up straight, stroked his beard and said seriously.

"I know. I sometimes park my electric scooter there and it can be charged inside." One of Lao Fu's favorite cars is parked at the school for a long time. He also paid the parking fee to the school. He forced the school to give it to him, and Lin Qinglan didn't want him to force it.

Mr. Fu doesn't ride this beloved car often, but it comes in handy when he quarrels with his son and runs away from home.

But he often went to the garage and had never seen a sword parked there.

"It's the garage on the north side of the main gate. Have you been there?" Uncle Duanmu continued to ask.

"I have been there." Old Fu nodded vigorously.

Uncle Duanmu: "I don't stop there often."

Lao Fu: "Ah? Then where did you park? Can you take me to see it?"

Uncle Fan was doing algebraic topology on the side. When he heard the conversation between the two, he couldn't help but stop Uncle Duanmu, "Don't tease him, he will really believe it."

Old Fu looked up in surprise when he heard this, "You lied to me?"

"I was just kidding. Who knew you really believed it?" Uncle Duanmu was amused by Lao Fu's reaction.

"I can dance with a sword, but I can't fly it. How about you teach me?"

"If I learn it, I won't need a driver's license."

Old Fu had always wanted to talk to this Taoist priest in the rumor, and kept asking, "I heard from Teacher Su that you can get the answer directly by just flipping a coin, why don't you do it?"

"Nowadays, we answer the questions on the computer, and we have to scan them before entering. I can't bring my stuff in, and the whole process of answering the questions has to be recorded."

With modern technology, Taoists not only have to take a driving test, but also have to answer questions honestly.

Uncle Duanmu not only took notes and drew diagrams, he also spent dozens of dollars to recharge for a VIP membership. Based on his experience from the first two exams, he found that techniques and mnemonics were still useful.

Old Fu sat in the middle, watching the students on his left studying Subject 1 and the students on his right studying advanced mathematics. He himself had nothing to do and felt very stressed.

He patted Uncle Duanmu on the shoulder earnestly and said, "Keep up the good work. After the exam, we'll hold a graduation banquet for you in the cafeteria."

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When it comes to getting a driver's license, Aunt Shen is much faster than Uncle Duanmu.

They both signed up at about the same time. Aunt Shen passed the first subject test on the first try when Uncle Duanmu took the test, and is now practicing the second subject at the driving school.

Aunt Shen’s theory is good, but her practice is not so good.

The people who were practicing driving with her were all college students. Young people were quick to learn. Aunt Shen watched around and around from below, and finally it was her turn to get in the car.

The instructor was a young man. As soon as she got in the car, he gave her a heart rate bracelet. This is required by the driving school and everyone over 50 must wear it for safety.

He was worried that Aunt Shen would think too much, so he explained, "Aunt, this is a gift for our tuition fee. Everyone has one."

The college student came over and asked him, "Coach, why don't I have it?"

"Go away, stop making trouble here." The coach complained in his mind, and he was the one who taught these young people to wear wristbands.

Last time, a "Wolong" broke the iron door of the driving school.

There was also a "Fengchu" who took off from the spot and almost knocked the coach away.

He thought that Aunt Shen would drive more smoothly.

"Auntie, it's your turn. This is our first driving practice. I'll explain the process to you first."

"You will need to swipe your ID card during the exam. I asked you to bring your ID card, so did you?" The coach, with a "Smiling Teaching" sign hanging around his neck, spoke to Aunt Shen in a friendly manner.

"I brought it. I just took it out of my bag." Aunt Shen rummaged in her coat pocket and handed it to the coach.

"Auntie, I want my ID card, why are you giving me my bank card?"

"Oh, you took the wrong one. The ID card is outside." Aunt Shen pointed outside the car.

"Forget it, I won't scan my ID card for now. Next, I'll go around the car."

Aunt Shen got out of the car, walked to the front of the car and stopped.

She clasped her hands together and raised them above her head, bowed towards the car, then walked back to the passenger seat and yanked the door open.

"What are you doing? You are driving, do you see if there is any room on the passenger seat?" The coach was so scared that he tightened his seat belt, and was amazed at how strong Aunt Shen was.

Aunt Shen went back to the driver's seat, held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and turned her head stiffly to look at the coach.

"Why are you looking at me? Fasten your seat belt." The coach smiled.

Aunt Shen pulled the seat belt over, sweating profusely, "Why can't I buckle it in?"

"Auntie, please look down." The coach watched Aunt Shen busy herself and pressed the head of the seat belt towards the passenger seat.

The coach took a deep breath and said, "Auntie, let's not panic. The next step is to shift the gears and pull the handbrake."

"I've practiced shifting gears on the simulator, so take your time."

Aunt Shen tensed her muscles nervously and shifted into first gear safely.

"Coach, why isn't the car moving?"

"The handbrake is on! What are you standing there for? Release the handbrake."

"Oh oh." Aunt Shen looked for the handbrake anxiously, and then she heard a "click" sound, and the handbrake was broken off by Aunt Shen and held in her hand.

The coach had never seen such a scene before and was so scared that he held his head and screamed.