"Doctor, don't you feel like we just ran over something?"
The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground echoed in the night, piercing and shrill.
Fatty, who hadn't buckled his seatbelt, was being thrown around inside the drifting Spirit Car. Every now and then, he would feel a THUD underneath his buttocks, as if someone was being run over beneath them.
"Fasten your seatbelt," Gu Mian instructed through the rearview mirror at Fatty, who was being tossed around the back. "Don't wreck my car."
"Alright, alright…" Fatty quickly clung to the seat in front of him, finally managing to sit securely and fasten his seatbelt.
The candidates nearby were witnessing the "Spirit Car drift" for the first time in their lives.
In a sense, this was indeed a legitimate Spirit Car drift.
This unexpected farce ended in a brutal scenario. Gu Mian emerged victorious in this war of one against fifty, with dozens of uniformed proctors smooshed under his vehicle.
