"At that ti, I was really worried that my tires wouldn’t last, so I pushed aggressively to quickly break away from the pack and take the lead.
Because I knew even if I was conserving tires at the front, I’d still be faster than those behind . So to quickly gain the lead, I pushed hard and was fully focused on overtaking."
Pausing here, Qin Miao leaned back, spread his hands, and said, "Then the safety car ca out.
You could say the safety car ruined my whole race experience, because once it ca out, I didn’t worry about my tires anymore."
It’s not just Frankie and the others; even Qing thought Qin Miao was showing off, but what could they do? Qin Miao really soloed all the drivers during the race.
He’s already successful and famous, so naturally what he says becos much more credible. Even if what he said sounds like boasting, others can only nod in agreent because he really is amazing and has the ability to back it up.
Ti flies when you’re bragging and eating. After feeling full, Sui Wentao and the others went back to work while Qin Miao took Qing back to the hotel.
After arriving at the hotel, Qin Miao didn’t rush to start playing gas but lay in bed browsing his phone.
Around the ti he beca a Ferrari Driver Academy trainee, a forum called "Driver Qin Miao Bar" began to appear in China.
Initially, there was just one guy nad t1or posting translated information about Qin Miao that he had scraped from the Ferrari Driver Academy’s official website.
Back then, Qin Miao was virtually unknown, and the forum had few posts.
After the news of Qin Miao entering F2 reached ho, the forum beca slightly livelier. But at that ti, most posts were questioning who Qin Miao really was and whether entering F2 was a disgrace.
But those days are over. After Qin Miao’s recent achievents, the forum has really picked up, with both posts and mber count rapidly increasing.
t1or, the initial founder of the forum, naturally beca the forum leader.
At this mont, Qin Miao was surfing the forum.
After being praised by Roxin, Qin Miao admitted he had fallen in love with the feeling of being recognized and praised.
And who could refuse a forum where every post praises you?
Qin Miao lingered the longest on a thread titled "Why Qin Miao is a God."
"Qin Miao? Qin God!"
"Aside from everything else, just speaking of Qin Miao’s appearance, driving skills, and how composed he was after winning, in my view, he has the deanor of a general."
"Anyone who can win both the main race and the sprint in F2 is a god."
"Speaking of, where did this genius of Qin Miao’s level pop out from? Watching Five-Star Sports’ F2 live stream felt like a dream for my mom and yesterday. Now I don’t even want to watch F1’s opening race; I just want to hear you guys rave about Qin Miao."
"F1? It’s just a substitute for F2. If you really want to see overtakes and duels, co find my Miao God in F2."
"Yo, Miao God only gave you one overtake yesterday, and it was on Zhou Guanyu..."
"...Not important!"
...
To be honest, Qin Miao genuinely felt the forum folks were incredibly talented; the way they praised him never felt repetitive. Qin Miao felt that if he opened the forum while eating, he wouldn’t even need dishes; just reading car fans’ praises could fill him up.
As for Weibo, there were also many people praising Qin Miao, but most of it was fangirling under his award ceremony photos, saying he looks handso and dreaming about being his wife.
Qin Miao glanced over without much concern; those fangirls didn’t match the artful complints found on the forum that pleased him more.
As Qin Miao finally ca to his senses, Qing walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and Qin Miao belatedly realized she had already finished her shower.
Seeing Qing’s fair, slender legs, Qin Miao suddenly rembered she ntioned yesterday having bought two sets of cosplay outfits.
Just as Qin Miao was about to say sothing, Zhou Guanyu’s call interrupted him.
"Get on the ga!"
Having already stood Zhou Guanyu up once yesterday, Qin Miao really couldn’t refuse now. Moreover, recalling Qing’s visibly annoyed look this morning, clutching her stomach, Qin Miao knew he had to take things in moderation.
Like a good song, listening every day will quickly make you tired of it after a month of continuous play.
Let alone setting a favorite song as your wake-up alarm will make you start to hate it completely.
"Five minutes," Qin Miao replied before hanging up and getting off the bed to move to his laptop.
anwhile, as Qing got dressed, she started her studies by herself. Her study materials were requested from her university advisor, her sester’s textbooks, and she has been self-teaching the courses.
During a pause in the ga when a teammate disconnected, Zhou Guanyu asked through voice chat, "Qin Miao, do you have a Weibo account?"
"Yeah."
"Then why are so many of your fans on my Weibo asking for your account?"
Qin Miao spun his butterfly knife, saying, "My Weibo na isn’t my real na, and I haven’t gotten verified either. There’s no way they could find ."
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