Looking at Leclerc's unpredictable expression, Qin Miao felt secretly pleased.
Didn't expect that, did you? You, a Monaco native, couldn't get the favor of the Monaco prince.
While I, Qin · The ultimate big boss of F2, the god of tire protection, the master of defense, and the genius driver who won the world driver's championship in the very first season of my career · Miao, have won the favor and affection of the Monaco prince.
"Fxxk..."
"Hahahaha..."
Upon hearing Leclerc's "fxxk", Qin Miao couldn't help but laugh.
"Why?" Leclerc expressed his confusion.
Seems like Prince Jacques holds quite a high place in the hearts of the Monaco people.
"Truth be told, I don't know either." Qin Miao shrugged.
Leclerc stared at Qin Miao for a while, practically scanning him from head to toe.
But after a long look, Leclerc failed to pinpoint any particular trait in Qin Miao that might attract the little prince.
"I don't get it."
"Then don't try to get it." Qin Miao said, smiling, patting Leclerc's shoulder, "Maybe my charisma is just that strong."
"F**k!"
...
After the dinner ended, Leclerc stayed for the follow-up activities, while Qin Miao drove straight ho in his car.
When Qin Miao got ho, his mom was already asleep.
Ever since coming to Monaco, his mom's routine had beco very regular, basically going to bed at around 9:30 pm and waking up early in the morning.
Tiptoeing to open the door, Qin Miao saw the light in the study was still on.
Walking over, he found Qing busy in front of the computer.
Interestingly, Qing was wearing a pair of black, plain anti-blue light glasses at the mont, adding a touch of intellectual beauty that was completely different from her usual cuteness, showcasing two entirely different styles. For a mont, Qin Miao couldn't take his eyes off her, feeling a fluttering sensation.
Without thinking, Qin Miao walked over and amidst Qing's exclamation, hoisted her onto his shoulder.
"Hey? Hey hey hey! My work isn't finished yet, the company is waiting for my files!" Qing was bewildered as she was lifted by Qin Miao, but she reached out for her computer, attempting to struggle and finish her last bit of work.
"Talk about it tomorrow! At worst, give the employees a bonus; they'll understand!" Qin Miao declared righteously.
"But first let down, let tell them to go off work!"
"Too late!"
"Then at least let put the glasses back in the study, in case my eyes break later..."
"No way, you're wearing glasses tonight!"
"Eh?"
A night with no words exchanged.
The next day, Qing bitterly gave each staff mber a 100-euro overti supplent and kicked Qin Miao, who had co out of the ho gym and was sitting shirtless next to her, "It's all your fault!"
Qin Miao chuckled but didn't respond.
In the afternoon, Qin Miao didn't work out; instead, he opened his computer to start a livestream playing CSGO.
Car racing is both a hobby and work for Qin Miao, unlike Verstappen, who has no life outside racing.
Qin Miao knew that passion for a particular industry couldn't last forever, so he tried to limit his contact with racing-related gas during breaks.
Once the livestream started, a large wave of viewers flooded in quickly.
Due to the 7-hour ti difference between Monaco and ho country, Qin Miao's livestream timing coincided with around 9 pm back ho, which was the peak ti for viewers.
[Qin Miao started streaming?]
[Congrats on winning the Monaco Grand Prix]
[Qin Miao, you're aweso!]
[You raced really well the day before yesterday]
[Good evening, Qin Miao]
[Carrying rcedes on the racetrack, are you carrying teammates in gas tonight too?]
...
No idea which unlucky person posted that comnt, but that afternoon Qin Miao indeed was carrying his teammates in the ga.
Although they did win a few rounds thanks to Qin Miao's performance, carrying felt exhausting.
Later, Qin Miao had enough and called in reinforcents, bringing in Zhou Guanyu and two other pro players.
Then they crashed through the high-score CSGO matches like a train.
On Wednesday.
Qin Miao went to the airport in the afternoon to pick up the helt he prepared for the little prince.
In fact, if Qin Miao didn't live at his place in the UK, he wouldn't clean out the storage room, hence there was quite a bit of dust accumulated in there over ti.
Qin Miao rembered there should be dust on his helt, but once he got it, it appeared very clean.
Qin Miao was sure it was his helt because he distinctly rembered that when running flight laps, the helt collided with gravel kicked up by the car in front, leaving a shallow scratch on the side.
After confirming there were no issues with the helt and its storage box, Qin Miao took it to Prince Jacques.
Then, amidst the little guy's surprised and excited gaze, he personally gave him the helt.
The Monaco royal family even invited Qin Miao over for a al.
But unlike a dinner banquet, it was just a simple family gathering with no fancy drinking or toasting, just a casual al and chat.
After the al, the prince gifted Qin Miao a set of stamps that only the Monaco royal family could possess.
Although Qin Miao couldn't quite understand them, the printing was exquisite, and they felt substantial in hand.
So Qin Miao accepted them with a smile.
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