Dragon Ball: Being able to revive means you're courting death? How naive!

Chapter 364 Learning to Drive

The scorching sun beat down on the training field, and the asphalt surface emitted distorted waves of heat.

Shang Yun, Sun Wukong, and Piccolo stepped side by side into this arena filled with a torrent of steel, the sounds of metal scraping and engine roaring intertwining into a piercing symphony.

Sun Wukong habitually scratched the back of his head, his clear golden eyes curiously surveying his surroundings.

Bick crossed his arms, his green skin gleaming coldly in the sunlight, his sharp eyes scanning the cars speeding by.

Shang Yun stood with his hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his lips, occasionally grinding the pebbles on the ground with his toes.

Just as the three were looking around, a hoarse voice pierced the noise: "Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. Sun Wukong?"

Sun Wukong's ears twitched sharply, and he turned around instantly, raising a cloud of fine dust behind him.

Shang Yun also turned around and saw an old man with a hunched back walking slowly towards them, leaning on a carved cane.

The old man's head was gleaming like a mirror, but the white hair at his temples grew wildly like fluffy clouds. His dark gray suit was wrinkled and wrapped around his thin body, and every step he took was accompanied by an uncontrollable cough.

"It is I!" Sun Wukong rushed forward, his face full of concern.

The old man forced a smile, his withered hand gesturing in the air: "Hello, Mr. Sun, I'm your driving instructor. I'll teach you how to drive, cough cough cough cough cough..."

The violent coughing caused the old man's hunched back to bend almost like a shrimp, and the veins on his neck bulged out.

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong immediately supported the old man's trembling arm. The warmth of his palm was transmitted through the suit, but he could feel the bones under his hand digging painfully into him.

"Are you really alright?" Sun Wukong frowned, his eyes filled with worry.

The old man waved his hand, a stubborn glint in his cloudy eyes: "It's just an old ailment. Cough cough... Let's begin."

Before he could finish speaking, a bright light flashed behind the old man.

A girl with brown curly hair walked out with light steps, her miniskirt swaying gently with each step.

She blinked her big, watery eyes, her sweet smile almost overflowing with honey: "You must be Mr. Bick? I'm here to teach you how to drive, please come with me."

Without waiting for Bick's response, the girl walked briskly to a car in her high heels, deftly opened the door, and sat in the driver's seat, her red nail polish lightly tapping the steering wheel.

Bick's eyebrows were almost twisted into a pretzel, and his Adam's apple bobbed as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

He stared at the girl's slender waist and sequined nails, a rare, unnatural look appearing on his green cheeks.

Shang Yun caught a glimpse of Bick's stiff expression and burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking like a leaf.

Bick suddenly turned his head, his dark green eyes shooting towards him like laser beams.

Shang Yun hurriedly covered his mouth, waved his hands repeatedly and backed away, then turned and walked towards another coach not far away.

He was a tall, thin middle-aged man, wearing a loose-fitting light yellow T-shirt, and his mustache trembled slightly with his breathing.

Shang Yun extended his hand, a smile still lingering in his eyes: "Hello, my name is Shang Yun. Are you my driving instructor?"

The man reached out and shook Shang Yun's hand, his palm bearing the thin calluses from years of gripping the steering wheel: "Yes, hello, Mr. Shang Yun, let's begin."

Shang Yun nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze sweeping over Sun Wukong, who was communicating with the old coach not far away, and then looking at Piccolo, who was confronting the girl. The corners of his mouth turned up again: "Okay, please."

Bick's throat bobbed, and he let out a low groan before finally opening the passenger door and getting in.

The leather seat emitted a faint squeaking sound, creating an eerie echo with his stiff movements.

"Remember to fasten your seatbelt."

The girl's smile was as sweet as cherry blossoms in spring, her eyes curved into crescent moons, and her red manicured nails tapped lightly on the steering wheel.

Bick took a deep breath, his textured green fingers reaching for the seatbelt, but his fingertips slipped as if they were oiled.

With a sharp "snap," the snapping seatbelt lashed his cheek, leaving a red mark on his gleaming skin.

The girl maintained her standard smile, as if nothing had happened.

Just as Bick finally fastened her seatbelt, she suddenly slammed her hand on the steering wheel. Her gentle face instantly tightened, her almond-shaped eyes widened like saucers, and she gritted her teeth as she roared, "Alright! Start! That's how you drive a car!"

Before the words were even finished, the hovercar emitted a sharp hum and lifted off the ground.

Bick's back slammed hard against the seat, letting out a short gasp.

Before he could even react, the girl had already gripped the control stick tightly and shouted again at the top of her lungs, "Go!"

The car shot off like an arrow, the airflow it created lifting Bick's baseball cap into the air, drawing a black arc across the training field.

The red light ahead suddenly turned on, and the girl slammed on the brakes.

The inertia caused Bick to lunge forward and crash into the windshield with a thud.

He turned to look at the girl beside him in disbelief, only to see that she still had a ferocious expression with her teeth clenched, her eyes fixed on the traffic light, her knuckles white from excessive force.

The moment the traffic light turned green, the girl roared for the third time, "Let's go!"

The hovercar launched again, the powerful thrust causing Bick's back to sink deeply into the seat.

In the distance, Sun Wukong and Shang Yun stared dumbfounded at the afterimage that disappeared into the horizon. The former's mouth was agape in an "O" shape, and the latter even forgot to blink.

After a long silence, Shang Yun swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly, "You're really driving fast..."

The old man coughed a few more times, leaning on his cane, his knuckles turning slightly white from gripping the handle so tightly.

He caught his breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Alright, let's begin."

After saying that, he moved unsteadily toward the training vehicle, gently leaned his cane against the side of the vehicle, and gripped the door handle tightly with his age-spotted hands.

The old man took a deep breath, his arm veins bulged, the skin on his neck tightened as he exerted force, and his whole face turned red.

No matter how hard he tried, the car door wouldn't budge.

Amidst heavy breathing, the old man helplessly turned to look at Sun Wukong, a hint of embarrassment appearing in his cloudy eyes: "Mr. Sun Wukong, could you please open the door for me?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head, a signature憨厚 (honest and simple) smile appearing on his face, and nodded blankly, replying, "Ah...okay...okay..."

Sun Wukong strode forward, grasped the door handle with one hand, and gently pulled, and the metal car door opened smoothly.

The old man, holding onto the car door frame, carefully sat down in the driver's seat, then gestured for Sun Wukong to sit in the passenger seat.

After Sun Wukong was seated, the old man stretched out his withered fingers and gently tapped the seatbelt buckle, reminding him, "Fasten this."

Shang Yun, watching from afar, took in the entire scene and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What kind of coaches did Qiqi find for herself?!"

He sighed helplessly and turned to look at the middle-aged coach beside him.

The other party remained calm, as if he had seen this scene many times before. He simply gestured with his chin toward the passenger seat, indicating that Shang Yun should get in the car.

Shang Yun fastened his seatbelt and kept his eyes fixed on the instructor's movements as he operated the steering wheel.

Seeing the other person's skillful stance, he felt a little relieved: "Thank goodness, at least my coach is still normal."

Shang Yun's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to his past life.

"Although I took the driving test back then because everyone was into it, I haven't touched a steering wheel since the few times I drove it for the test. Now that I'm facing this hovercar, I wonder how difficult the driving test will be, and whether I'll get stuck on the first part of the theory test?"

Thinking of this, Shang Yun unconsciously gripped the edge of the seat tightly.