Actually, many people are like this. In situations with a gambling nature, they often find that after putting everything into it, they didn’t get the result they wanted and imdiately feel regret.
But all the lottery chances had been used up, and Qin Miao couldn’t go to the system and demand a refund. He had no choice but to forcibly calm himself, waiting for the result of his impulsive last Purple Lottery draw...
Eventually, a docunt of seven or eight pages appeared in front of Qin Miao.
Seeing the docunt, Qin Miao felt his heartbeat slow down, as if he sensed in the depths of his being that he had drawn sothing he wanted!
Because last ti when the FIA driver’s license appeared, it also appeared as a paper docunt, but back then it was just a single sheet.
Feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, he looked at the words on the paper.
[Ferrari Driver Academy Driver Contract *1 (One Year)]
Instantly, a rush of excitent flooded Qin Miao’s mind, and he wanted to kneel down right there to knock two loud heads to the system.
He really drew it! He really freaking drew it!
In that mont, all the regret, all the lant for not achieving sooner, all the "Man and Car Unity Skill Card" after ten consecutive draws, were thrown out of Qin Miao’s mind.
All he could think about now was that he, like Zhou Guanyu, could drive the F2 car on the track and achieve the fastest lap, and then, like Jiaoto, stand on the highest podium, receiving cheers and praise from everyone present.
Without any hesitation, Qin Miao directly utilized the contract in the system.
The contract, still warm from Qin Miao’s grasp, dissolved into specks of light after usage in the system.
...
Qing looked puzzled at her boyfriend.
Just now his expression was calm, although sotis there was a slight furrow in his brow, at least his expression managent was relatively normal.
But within re monts, Qin Miao’s face completely transford from seriousness into a bright and cheerful smile, as if he had changed faces.
To be honest, when she last saw Qin Miao win at the lottery center, he didn’t smile as happily as he was now.
Qing was puzzled. She looked around the racetrack and didn’t find anything interesting happening nearby.
"What’s going on? You’re so happy..." Qing asked with curiosity.
But Qin Miao couldn’t explain what was happening with him, but the jubilant feeling inside needed an outlet.
So, amidst Qing’s bewildered expression, Qin Miao reached out and hugged her waist, effortlessly lifting her off the ground.
After spinning with Qing in place twice, Qin Miao lowered his head and planted a firm kiss on Qing’s face.
Without resistance, it was not the first ti she’d been nibbled, and she had no shortage of nibbling on Qin Miao herself, so Qing asked with curiosity: "What’s going on? Tell ."
After putting Qing down, Qin Miao smiled and said, "Nothing, I just figured so things out, suddenly the world seed clear, so I’m happy."
Qing’s small face was full of doubt, and from her suspicious eyes, it was easy to tell she did not believe what Qin Miao said.
Fortunately, Qing was very considerate. Seeing Qin Miao didn’t want to talk, she did not press further and simply nodded and said, "That’s good to hear. When things are bottled up for too long, they really can affect one’s health."
Hearing Qing say this, Qin Miao smiled again and gave her a playful nibble.
Qing showed a face full of helplessness and shyness, as there were quite a few people around, doing such things in front of so many made her feel sowhat embarrassed.
At this mont, Qin Miao was calmly waiting for the driver contract, like other system rewards, to be fulfilled.
But Qin Miao was not in too much of a rush, because the system always delivers these items in a reasonable manner.
Due to this delivery thod by the system, the timing of reward distribution is always sowhat delayed, and may involve quite a few twists and turns along the way.
When Qin Miao finished the lottery draw, the F2 sprint race had comnced.
Qin Miao simply paid attention to Zhou Guanyu. As usual, he had a sluggish start; starting sixth he dropped to eighth after one lap.
After seeing Zhou Guanyu’s start, Qin Miao silently set a goal for himself: no matter what, as long as there’s a chance, he should practice his starting ability to score above 80, otherwise he’ll keep losing the positions he painstakingly fought for in qualifying; it’s just too frustrating.
The sprint race was 21 laps, not particularly long, you could run the whole track directly on a set of white tires. Qin Miao did not pay particularly close attention to the race.
In the end, he only knew Zhou Guanyu finished in eighth, starting from sixth.
After seeing Zhou Guanyu’s final results, Qin Miao did not bother watching the sprint race’s podium ceremony.
As the F2 race was nearing its end, various teams started their pre-race preparations.
Opening garage doors, pushing their cars down from transporters to park in their respective team pits.
As Qin Miao descended from above the pit, he noticed Ferrari engineers busy with their tasks.
Neither Ferrari driver had arrived at the pit yet, as there was still about an hour left before the official start of the race.
Qin Miao and Qing occupied a good spot in Ferrari’s VIP zone waiting for the British Grand Prix to start.
While chatting leisurely about whether to head straight ho or go soplace else after the Grand Prix ended, a foreigner with long black curly hair, wearing the sa long-sleeved team uniform as Ferrari, sat beside Qin Miao.
At first, Qin Miao did not pay much attention and kept chatting with Qing.
Soon he felt a pat on his shoulder, turning to see the person scrutinizing him with a discerning gaze.
Young people typically lack life experience, so Qin Miao couldn’t decipher the emotion in soone’s eyes; however, seeing the person staring, he felt uncomfortable. Hesitatingly, he asked, "Is there sothing I can help you with, sir?"
After intently observing Qin Miao’s unusually thick neck, the person took on a more approachable smile and introduced himself, "Hello... I am the head of Ferrari Driver Academy, my na is Jeenque Lawson." Saying this, he extended his hand towards Qin Miao.
When the stranger engaged him, Qin Miao wasn’t in the mood for conversation. His English wasn’t particularly great, daily communication with foreigners was acceptable, but more complex grammar needed Qing’s translation assistance.
But he understood the ntion of Ferrari Driver Academy, which instantly energized him.
The system reward clearly stated that Qin Miao received a Ferrari Driver Academy driver contract.
Now, the person before him was precisely the head of Ferrari Driver Academy; such a coincidence didn’t exist in reality.
So, barring unexpected events, this person was likely here for him.
Unexpectedly, the system was reliable for once; previously, after Qin Miao won items, the system delivered most on the spot, but others took roundabout ways to reach him.
But today was direct, catching Qin Miao off guard.
Apart from the rare instance of tily system item delivery, facing Jeenque Lawson, Qin Miao was exceptionally polite.
Most likely this person would be his future teacher or instructor.
"Hello Mr. Lawson, my na is Qin Miao, from China." After greeting politely, Qin Miao sowhat nervously grasped the hand offered to him.
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