HLM -Chapter 1217 Speeding Little Prince

Entering the hotel, did Wang Bo even care whether the child was around? He didn’t hesitate—he started undressing and anxiously said, “Hurry up, baby, your man is about to burst!”

Eva gave him a sultry eye-roll and said, “Go away. You’re such an idiot. How can you do this with the kid around?”

Wang Bo put on a pained expression. “Really, darling, I feel so uncomfortable.”

Eva opened the bathroom door and said, “Go ahead. Do it yourself; self-reliance is important.”

Wang Bo immediately frowned.

But after coming out of the bathroom, he became a saint, lying on Eva’s belly, listening carefully, and saying, “Luckily, I controlled myself just now. Otherwise, what if I hurt the little one?”

During this visit, Eva also reported on the construction progress in Sunset Town.

Actually, Wang Bo was already quite aware of the projects. Almost all of them were under the control of the Heart of the Territory, so he could monitor them.

During this time, he acquired two Level-3 hearts—one for the Forestry Heart and another for the Supermarket Heart—upgrading both.

He also had a Level-1 Campus Heart. The elementary and middle schools had already been upgraded to Level-2, so it wasn’t needed. He gave it to the Lincoln University under construction.

The couple spent two cozy days together. On Sunday afternoon, he sent Eva off on her return helicopter.

Watching the little aircraft take off, he thought to himself and decided that next time he’d buy a multi-rotor helicopter or even a fixed-wing business jet. This little helicopter was uncomfortable, and Eva was a soon-to-be mother.

On Sunday, Sweet Guy called him, asking him to bring a few telescopes back from outside. When Wang Bo asked why, they said it was for studying astronomy.

On the way back, he climbed over the wall, carrying several telescopes on his back. He even had to climb atop a taxi to get inside.

After receiving a hundred-dollar tip from him, the taxi driver immediately ran to the checkpoint and “sold him out”: “Officer, just now someone climbed into your school—a yellow-skinned guy…”

Then Wang Bo saw some instructors patrolling the campus. He didn’t know what they were doing and even greeted them. The instructors recognized him and didn’t suspect he had just climbed over the wall.

At night, the telescopes came into use. Each of the five roommates took one and peered out the window at the apartment across the way.

Atulu swallowed and said, “Luckily, Gerald’s eyes are sharp. He noticed that across the way is a group of female officers, or else we would’ve missed this golden opportunity.”

Wang Bo looked too. Before, when Eva had put out a fire, he would never have done such a lewd thing. But now, his blood was boiling, and all the little impulses in his brain went into rebellion. He couldn’t control himself.

They didn’t just look—they started excitedly discussing it. Their discussion got too loud, and the neighboring dorm heard them. They came over and snatched one telescope.

After that, each dorm came to grab one, so with five dorms, everyone ended up taking turns with a telescope.

The new week began. Besides the previous week’s courses, they had to practice driving skills—specifically, police driving training.

This training wasn’t held at the academy. Since there was no suitable venue, they had to travel 100 kilometers to a driving training center.

Wang Bo wasn’t familiar with Wellington, so he didn’t realize the significance of this training.

When the local students heard they were going to the Manfield Driving Center, they got excited and squealed. Wang Bo asked why, and someone told him, “Dude, Manfield is New Zealand’s only F1 racetrack!”

That made Wang Bo excited too. Indeed, ordinary people hardly ever got the chance to drive on a Formula 1 track. The track itself was extremely costly—a true “inch of land is worth a pound of gold” scenario.

The racetrack was vast, surrounded by grandstands, with roads either straight or curved to form a complete racing loop. The surface was flat but slightly banked inward.

On the dark asphalt were many black tire marks left by racing cars.

There were six officers responsible for police driving training—a luxury compared to when Wang Bo learned to drive. Each instructor only managed four or five students.

The lead instructor, Carlman, was from the UK. Before becoming a police officer, he was part of a racing club’s coaching team—top-notch expertise.

Upon entering the track, Carlman gathered everyone and said, “I know you’re all excited, but first I need you to stand at attention until you calm down.”

So the students stood in the scorching sun, while the instructors chatted under shade with iced drinks.

Carlman kept inspecting. After twenty minutes, he nodded and said, “At ease. Follow me to the shade, then we’ll start class.”

In the shade, Carlman asked, “Standing under the sun just now—weren’t you all furious with me?”

The students quickly shook their heads, though they truly hated him.

Carlman smiled and said, “I know what you’re thinking, but remember this: the first lesson I teach you about driving is to stay calm.”

“Driving a police car—or even a race car—requires more than skill and physical fitness. The most important thing is a calm mind and a clear head!”

Wang Bo thought this sounded like obvious nonsense but couldn’t deny it made sense. When driving fast, people easily lose their composure, especially when chasing criminals—everyone wants to perform heroically, which can lead to reckless moves.

Carlman continued, “You’ve been in the academy all this time, so you probably don’t know about an incident from last week. I brought some newspapers—take a look.”

He handed out copies of The New Zealand Herald. The front page showed a flipped police car and a raging fire, with a headline that made hearts race: “Police Chase Leads to Reckless Driving: Car Flips, Thief Escapes, Officers Seriously Injured.”

The story detailed an incident from last week. A police car, chasing a car thief, took excessive risks and ended up playing a real-life version of Fast & Furious on the highway.

As expected, the car flipped while avoiding a bus. The police were seriously injured, and the thief escaped.

Carlman pointed at the paper: “What I want to teach you next is that if you encounter a criminal with excellent driving skills in a well-maintained car, don’t rush the chase—call for helicopter support.”

“And don’t treat movies as reality. You’re not Schumacher, so don’t try driving at high speed like him. Even Schumacher, as strong as he is, is lying in a hospital bed right now.”

After this lecture, Carlman began explaining the upcoming training.

Police driving was a key course. Training included rapid starts, sudden stops, sharp turns, evasive maneuvers, rapid reversing, vehicle sliding, and even corner drifting.