As the largest driving school in Chahachong, the test process is also relatively complex, or more formal: students must first pass a mock test from the driving school before they are eligible to register. Moreover, the test is 90 points, and the test must score 95 points or more.

In fact, Lao Zhao and I only read the theory textbook more seriously on the day we got it, and then basically spent it in games, movies, and TV series, and occasionally brushed up on a question to make ourselves feel more at ease when we indulged in wantonness. It wasn't until the staff at the registration office called us to make an appointment for the test that we started to pay attention.

However, after all, we have still experienced the baptism of the college entrance examination, and I can't memorize the "Outline of Linguistics", but for this kind of exam that even a 60-year-old man can pass, will our two college students capsize in the gutter? Lao Zhao replied to the driving school and asked them to help us arrange the test directly. In this situation, we began to be extra serious, and the study time of each day increased to a full hour.

By constantly brushing the questions in the dormitory, I can basically maintain the level of 90 points, but there is still some distance from the 95 points stipulated by the driving school, especially the traffic signals of the traffic police must always be remembered. I'm not as confident as Lao Zhao, I always feel that I always drop the chain every time I have a fluke mentality, and luck doesn't like to patronize me. Therefore, on the day of the test, I worked harder to flip through the books and brush the questions, and finally I was able to score more than 95 points in the test a few times.

The point of the theory test was not at the registration office, and the driving school let us get the test there at 7:30 in the morning. In the case of Lao Zhao's constant calls, the two of us finally found that position, in an office of another university, it seems to be a registration point, but looking at the scale is really much larger than the one in our science and technology, looking at the coaches parked at the door, you know that there must be a lot of people who usually practice here.

According to the instructions of the staff, I sat in front of the test computer, and it is said that the question bank here is the same as that of the traffic police brigade, and the staff also guided me to start the exam according to the process of the official exam. In order to cope with this test, Lao Zhao and I didn't put a lot of effort into it, and we kept reading books on the way to the test. I was a little nervous to have people on both sides watching, but I was able to finish the question quickly from memory, and my score jumped straight out after submission: 97. Lao Zhao also passed the test like me, and when I saw this gratifying result, the staff happily asked us to go back and prepare well.

The driving school reservation registration is coming in batches, and each time we will wait until the number of people is enough to pull us over to the test together. Therefore, the staff told us that there should be a few more days to lay a solid foundation, but we quickly returned to the life of games, movies, and TV series.

Just when Lao Zhao and I thought that we could continue to enjoy the "erosive" life, only a day later, a phone call from the driving school staff shattered our dreams. Because it was summer vacation, there were a lot of people applying for driver's licenses, and we just happened to be in the latest batch. The examination room is in the traffic police brigade in the suburbs, and I officially go to work at half past 8 o'clock, and I need to take a car to go. However, the driving school has already arranged a minibus for us, and the students gathered together to go to the test room in advance. In addition, the staff also specially instructed us to bring our ID cards, student IDs and cash. After hanging up the phone, the two of us immediately stopped all entertainment activities, quickly turned out the textbook, opened the question bank, and began to review. The mood is nervous and excited, nervous because I am afraid that I will be extremely troublesome if I don't pass the make-up exam, and the excitement is that if I pass, I can touch the steering wheel!

At 5 o'clock the next morning, Lao Zhao and I got up, washed up, took the materials and went downstairs. Because it was not yet time to open the dormitory, I had to be cheeky to wake up the uncle. This point is not even the usual cafeteria, let alone on the holiday, so we simply went to the meeting place hungry.

To our surprise, even though we got up so early, there was already a large crowd of people waiting when we arrived at the meeting place. The staff of the driving school instantly turned into a conductor, taking out the roll call list and collecting money one by one. We are like a group of animals sent to the slaughterhouse, which are invisibly "stuffed" into the minibus. In the morning, the people in the car can still grab a place, and those who are left behind can only take a small horse. As soon as everyone got in the car, we staggered to the outskirts, and when we got in the car, we had only the last row of seats, but it was better than riding in a small horse. After leaving the city, there is a country road, full of potholes, surrounded by budding rice fields. It's also a loss that I didn't eat breakfast, otherwise I might have vomited out the yellow bile water from the bumps and sways along the way. Now that I think about it, my heart was so big that if the driver threw us out of the car and sat on the ground and raised the price, there was nothing we could do. But fortunately, this is all my imagination.

The car drove for almost two hours, and it was almost time to make the way to the airport. The moment I got off the bus at my destination, I felt that I was still alone, and before I could rest for a while, I was led to the door of the test hall by the driving school staff who led the team. Since we arrived early, the examiners of the traffic police force had not yet officially gone to work, so we had to wait at the door. Anyway, I waited and waited, but fortunately, I still took the textbook, and I quickly took a second look at the opportunity, maybe I would run into the question to be tested at this last moment. Unlike us "hard-working factions", a few male students with active brains began to take cigarettes to various sets.

After almost half an hour of waiting, we were finally allowed to enter the exam room. At this time, the difference between "basic class", "advanced class" and "deluxe class" comes out.

After the students from other driving schools have finished the test, our driving school has chartered the venue. The first batch of students to enter the exam were students like us, who submitted forms and entered fingerprints before entering the examination room. According to the staff, this operation was to prevent substitute exams, and I was so scared that I sweated. If I can't read my fingerprints, will they think I'm taking the test and cancel my qualification? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, and my hands became more and more sweaty, so I quickly rubbed my fingers against my clothes. To my surprise, I passed the fingerprint entry in one attempt. I nervously walked over to my exam desk, turned on the system and started answering the questions.

The test result was the same as the test, it was still 97 points, and the nervousness suddenly dissipated, but I felt a little sorry that I did not achieve a full score. After leaving the examination room, we had to wait in the lobby because there were still students in the "Advanced Class" and "Deluxe Class" who needed to take the exam.

In the waiting area, I watched the students who failed to analyze the test questions with each other, constantly complaining about themselves, the driving school, and the examiner, and then making all kinds of phone calls. Some clever ones snickered on the side after passing their own "means" and passing them. Lao Zhao and I are already relieved and have the right to listen to the story.

Finally, the "nobles" came out after the exam, and everyone's face was sunny. When we, the "civilians", asked them if they had given an answer or asked a different question, they all tacitly kept silent. In this regard, Lao Zhao and I came to the conclusion that the money must not be in vain.

After the exam, we took another two-hour bus ride back to the city, and by the time we arrived at school, it was already past meal. Successfully passed the theory, and then officially sat in the driver's seat, after all, this is a thing worth celebrating, Lao Zhao and I looked at each other and smiled, go, barbecue!