Yao Dong opened the car door and walked to the passenger side, urging Chen Yang who was opening the door, "Hurry over to the driver's seat, you usually don't get a chance to drive a Porsche."
Chen Yang sat in the driver's seat and turned his head to look at Yao Dong with a sincere face, "Teacher Yao, I really can't thank you enough; I've finally fulfilled my wish to drive a Porsche."
Hearing this, a sense of pride welled up in Yao Dong's heart. He disdainfully glanced at Chen Yang and laughed, "Why mention such things, it's just a Porsche. Next time, I'll let you drive an Aston Martin."
Looking at the pride on Yao Dong's face, Chen Yang's lips curled into a cold smile, then he looked down at his feet, puzzled, "Teacher Yao, where is the clutch?"
Shit, my car is automatic, no freaking clutch.
Once again cursing Chen Yang as a country bumpkin in his heart, Yao Dong patiently explained, "Chen Yang, this car is automatic; it doesn't have a clutch."
