Chapter 8: You're Mentally Ill, Aren't You?
Su Ziqing was depressed, it seems that if he doesn't learn this riding skill, he won't even be able to ride a bicycle in the future. It's just that now it's the Internet age, the information age, and the age of science and technology, and it's not the cold weapon era of the past, where should I learn riding?
You must know that every time Su Ziqing delivers a meal, Wang Jianguo subsidizes him with five yuan for food delivery, basically, relying on the meal delivery subsidy every Saturday and Sunday, after a month, Su Ziqing can also earn more than 100 yuan - this is one of his important sources of income!
But I can't ride a bicycle myself, what should I do with this delivery? I can't rely on two legs! I took out the order list and looked at it, Su Ziqing smiled bitterly, and the people who ordered food today are all five kilometers away. Although there are not many people who order food, they live in opposite directions, that is to say, I am afraid it will take more than 20 kilometers to go back and forth.
In desperation, Su Ziqing had no choice but to continue to push the car forward. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he saw a sign hanging on a telephone pole not far ahead.
"Huatong Motor Vehicle Driving Training School. ”
On the top of the sign, a row of three-dimensional projection fonts "Huatong Riding Training School" faintly appeared. ”
Su Ziqing was worried about not knowing where to learn riding, so he happened to see this sign. It's really hard to find nowhere to step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!
Pushing the bicycle, Su Ziqing came to this riding training school in a hurry.
"This classmate, are you here to sign up for learning to drive?" The teacher with the words "NC Riding Trainer" on his head pointed to the price list posted on the wall, and said enthusiastically, "Come and see, here is our school's fee standard, if you apply for a C license, you only need to pay 1,800 yuan......"
Su Ziqing turned his head to look at the price list on the wall, only to see that another list appeared on it.
"Huatong Riding Training School, a three-level riding training school, can carry out the following levels of riding training: first-level riding can ride a bicycle, second-level riding can ride an electric car, third-level riding can ride a motorcycle, fourth-level riding can ride a small car, a minivan and ride a small animal, and a fifth-level riding can drive a medium-sized vehicle and ride a medium-sized animal. If you want to learn Riding Level 5 or above, please go to the Level 2 Riding Training School. ”
Next to the list, there is also a detailed price description: "The cost of the first level riding is 50 yuan, the second level riding learning is 100 yuan, and the third level riding is 300 yuan...... As an additional note, as long as you pay the tuition fee, the master acknowledges that you have succeeded in learning, and the skills will take effect. ”
Su Ziqing was depressed for a while, he interrupted the teacher who was talking about the business, and said, "Teacher, I don't take the C license, and I don't take the B license!"
"Huh?" the teacher said, "Then what do you want to take the test?"
"No!" Su Ziqing shook his head, "I want to learn to ride a bicycle!"
"Learning to ride a bike?" the expression on the teacher's face froze, "This classmate, are you kidding?"
Su Ziqing said seriously, "I'm not kidding, I really just want to learn to ride a bicycle!"
The teacher looked at him seriously for a few moments and said, "Classmate, are you sure you're not joking?"
Su Ziqing replied more sincerely, "Teacher, do you look at me like I'm joking?"
The teacher looked at him like an idiot and said to himself, "It's really unlucky, it turns out to be a psychopath." He said impatiently, "I don't have the time to get nervous with you, you hurry up, go wherever you want!"
"Teacher, I'm not a nervous disorder!" Su Ziqing hurriedly took out fifty yuan, "Give you fifty yuan for tuition, pay the money first, you just pay me to ride a bicycle." ”
"You're still coming up!" The teacher was furious, stood up, pointed to the door, and said, "If you don't leave, I'll blow you out!" At the end, he said angrily, "You still say that you are not a psychopath? Have you ever seen someone pay to learn a bicycle?
"Teacher, I'm really not a psychopath!" Su Ziqing was about to cry, he just wanted to learn to ride a bicycle, why didn't he believe it!
The noisy movement of the two of them alarmed the people in an office next to them, and a middle-aged man with the words "Riding Training Master" on his head walked out from outside, frowned, and said unhappily, "Xiao Li, what are you doing here?"