Chapter 0006: Shield [If you have recommendation votes, please don't hesitate to cast a few, thank you!]

In the parking lot, there were quite a few luxury cars, ranging from Mercedes-Benz and BMWs to top-tier sedans. Many of them were clearly private vehicles, adorned with flashy decorations, indicating that they were bought by the group's employees.

This allowed one to infer from the side just how high the salaries of the employees at Pengzhan Group were. In that case, his own salary of 30,000 yuan didn't seem particularly high.

Under the guidance of Uncle Fu, Lin Yi came to a deep blue Bentley Arnage 728. The car was a 2006 model, well-maintained, and looked brand new, whether it was recently purchased or well-cared for.

"Mr. Lin, please get in the car." Uncle Fu opened the passenger door and gestured for him to enter.

"Should I sit in the passenger seat? Then what about Miss...?" Lin Yi hesitated and asked.

"Miss always sits in the back." Uncle Fu explained, "She has a backpack, so it's inconvenient for her to sit in the front."

Lin Yi nodded and got into the car. Uncle Fu drove the car slowly into the underground parking lot. As they passed the security post at the exit, several security guards immediately stood at attention, watching the car leave with solemn faces.

Uncle Fu's driving skills were very proficient, but it was clear that he drove in a conventional manner, different from what Lin Yi had learned. Lin Yi's driving style was more inclined towards racing. There was no way around it; his father's famous saying was, "It's not your fault if you can't win, but if you can't run away, you deserve to be unlucky."

Therefore, Lin Yi had learned quite a few escape techniques, although he had only used them against his father. In front of others, it was always the others who ran.

"Mr. Lin, can you drive?" Uncle Fu asked, glancing at Lin Yi, who was sitting quietly beside him, while waiting for the traffic light.

Uncle Fu was an experienced driver and could judge people very accurately. Usually, he could tell from some details whether a person could drive, but Lin Yi showed no particular reaction, so he asked.

"A little." Lin Yi thought, as a newcomer, it was better to be modest.

"Do you have a driver's license?" Uncle Fu didn't ask to what extent "a little" meant; he knew the boss's trust in this person.

"Not yet." Lin Yi shook his head. Although he could drive and had even raced abroad, he didn't have a license: "I just turned eighteen and haven't had time to get one."

"Alright, give me your ID, and I'll help you get a driver's license. This way, if Mr. Chu and I have something urgent, you can drive Miss to and from school." Uncle Fu said.

The car stopped near a school that looked very luxurious but didn't go up to it, probably because the car was too eye-catching and might cause a bad impression if seen by other students.

From the information, Lin Yi already knew that Songshan No. 1 High School, although a private middle school, was not the kind of aristocratic school one might imagine. It was a provincial key high school that admitted students through exams from across the province. While some children of the elite and wealthy entered through connections, most students were admitted based on their own abilities.

With the support of three major groups, Songshan No. 1 High School excelled in both facilities and faculty, which was why it had a 100% college admission rate for years.

Lin Yi also understood that this 100% rate was somewhat inflated. Some rich kids were incapable of studying, but they still got into college thanks to their family's influence.

The familiar school bell rang, making Lin Yi somewhat lost in thought. How many years had it been since he last heard this sound? However, after a brief moment of distraction, Lin Yi returned to normal, looking calmly at the school's playground.

Soon, students began to come out of the teaching building, some in school uniforms and others in casual clothes. Generally, the school didn't have special requirements for students' attire unless there was a major event.

"That's Miss." Uncle Fu suddenly raised his hand and pointed to a girl among a group of male and female students not far away.

Lin Yi followed Uncle Fu's finger and saw a tall and very beautiful girl. Although there were other girls around her, Lin Yi only needed one look to guess that this must be the young miss.

The old man had mentioned before that Chu Mengyao was the school's beauty queen. The beauty queen should be the prettiest one, unless Lin Yi's aesthetic was off.

Although the other girl beside her was also very beautiful, she was shorter, clearly not matching the height in the information. However, she was also a strong candidate for the beauty queen, and when she grew up, she would definitely be a national beauty.

Chu Mengyao and the other girl were walking quickly towards the car, but a few young men were chasing them persistently.

"Chu Mengyao, wait..." One of the young men blocked Chu Mengyao's path: "Chu Mengyao, I'm sincere with you, just give me a chance!"

Chu Mengyao frowned and looked at the young man with impatience: "Zhong Pinliang, are you annoying? I've already told you, I don't like you, so stop bothering me."

"But..." Zhong Pinliang tried to say something but was pushed aside by Chu Mengyao.

Chu Mengyao quickly walked over, opened the car door, and got in. The other girl also got in, which made Lin Yi slightly surprised.

"Zhong Pinliang is so annoying, he pesters me every day. Doesn't he get tired?" Chu Mengyao complained as she got in the car. Suddenly, she looked up and saw Lin Yi in the passenger seat, and was surprised: "Who are you?"

"Hello, my name is Lin Yi." Lin Yi tried to look as cute as possible. This young miss seemed to have a bad temper.

"Lin Yi? Uncle Fu, what does he do?" Chu Mengyao looked at Lin Yi, puzzled.

"Miss Chu, this is the study companion Mr. Chu has arranged for you..." Uncle Fu introduced.

"Study companion? Who needs a study companion? I said I wanted a shield, right? Look at him, who can he shield me from?" Chu Mengyao was immediately upset, looking Lin Yi up and down. What was he wearing? A big tank top and ragged pants, looking like a migrant worker. Even migrant workers weren't as rough as him. Did he think he was performing a duet?

Uncle Fu was drenched in sweat, wiping his forehead and looking at Lin Yi helplessly. Seeing that Lin Yi didn't react, he sighed in relief. He was the closest to Chu Pengzhan and knew the inside story, understanding how much effort it took to get Lin Yi, even involving the old man.