At that, the wailing Sylvan straightened up and kept his eyes on the road.
"You know what? To achieve a perfect start for the vehicle, you must control the pressure your left foot applies to the clutch pedal to ensure the grip can reach its peak."
Matthew had a bad feeling about Sylvan's serious expression which resembled a professional racer. He gripped his seatbelt.
"Think it over, Sylvan, think! Let's calm down first, shall we?"
Sylvan cast a confident smile at Matthew from the driver's seat. "Mr. Larson, you'll see my skills soon! Enjoy!"
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