Provincial-Rank Pangu

Monday has come around again.

I played ranked matches all night last night, using only Pangu. I went from being more than 100 points away to being just over 10 points away from making the provincial rankings, then dropped to more than 200 points away from 99th place on the provincial rankings.

It was already past ten at night, and if I kept playing, it would be very difficult to make the provincial rankings this week.

Winning one match gives me 30 points, while losing one costs me 60. With all the wins and losses, I was exhausted, and my awareness started to go offline.

The Third Driving Test

It has been a week since the day I took the third driving test.

Last Monday, the 13th, I arrived at the testing site at six thirty in the morning. It was still dark, and the evening breeze was slightly chilly.

Because I was nervous about the test, I didn't dare put on too many layers, afraid they would affect my driving.

Standing at the entrance to the testing site, I was shivering in the wind.

A little after seven, the instructor responsible for taking me through the mock test came over and called my name. I followed him into the car and began the mock test.

During the mock test, you can drive all three routes once. Going through them in advance means you won't take the wrong road during the actual test.

After a little over an hour, I had completed all three routes. I passed twice with full marks, and the only deduction was from stalling once. It wasn't a big problem; I was in excellent form.

At around nine, I finished the pre-test procedures and finally entered the waiting room, waiting for the test to begin.

I don't know how long I waited. In any case, it was a very, very long time before it was finally my turn.

The test itself was pretty easy, and the result was just as expected: I passed with full marks on my first attempt.

To be honest, I still felt a little relieved at that moment, just like when I finished the second driving test.

It was finally over. The upcoming fourth test would be no problem at all. I would be able to book it after the New Year and finish it before winter break ended.

After more than half a year of struggling through the process of getting my driver's license, I was finally nearing the end.

The Journey Home for the Holiday

The school holiday started on the 14th, so I planned to book the third driving test for the 20th, go home on the 14th to practice for a week, and then take the test.

Who could have known that the instructor would suddenly say that the last batch of third driving tests before the New Year was scheduled for the 13th? If I waited until after the New Year to take it, the school term would have already started by the time I managed to book the fourth test.

Fortunately, when our counselor held a class meeting, they gave us some good news. Although the school's official holiday started on the 14th,

in fact, students from each college could go home as soon as they finished their exams. Even luckier, the last exam for my major was scheduled for the 7th, which meant I could go home to practice driving on the 8th.

And as an even luckier coincidence, I happened to get a high-speed rail ticket for the evening of the 7th a few days earlier, so I could get home a little after ten that night.

And so, I became the first person in my dormitory to go home.

What I hadn't expected was that the school was incredibly far from the train station. I spent more than two hours taking buses.

After that, I still had to walk for nearly half an hour, and Amap even led me onto the kind of deserted country roads where there was no one around.

It was late at night, and there weren't even any streetlights. I was terrified as I walked, afraid that a robber might suddenly come running out from the roadside.

By the time I reached the train station, it was already a little after seven in the evening. Thinking that I had left school at four that afternoon, I had spent so long getting to the station that I was completely exhausted.

To make matters worse, I was wearing a very thick sweatshirt and was sweating profusely. It wasn't as if I could take it off, either.

Waiting for the train was pretty boring, so I played one match of Honor of Kings: Chess. I had expected to finish it in ten or twenty minutes, but it dragged on for half an hour. I made it to more than thirty rounds and only narrowly won the championship, just as my train arrived at the station and ticket inspection began.

The train traveled very quickly. In less than two hours, it reached the terminal station.