Although Qin Miao’s personal skills were mostly undeveloped, and most of his experience ca from sim racing,
when he entered a state of Man and Car Unity in the car and maintained it for over thirty laps, his body’s instinctive judgnt and his mind’s subjective analysis helped him continuously improve his performance at Shanghai.
Since entering the state of Man and Car Unity, Qin Miao could improve his lap ti, even just a little, over the previous lap in almost every lap.
This way of driving, where Qin Miao kept clocking in green almost every lap, naturally caught the attention of Li Yi, the owner of the racing team.
The screen in front of Li Yi wasn’t displaying Qin Miao’s lap tis; instead, it showed an electronic spreadsheet constructed with various line segnts based on the X and Y axes.
This was a comparative data sheet, with the y-axis on the left top side indicating brake depth and throttle depth, represented by red and green lines, respectively.
The X-axis at the bottom showed ti, displaying the positions of the throttle and brake at different tis.
Next to Qin Miao’s data, there was a similar-looking but differently segnted chart for comparison.
This comparative chart was derived from a run by the team’s number one driver using a restricted-power F4 car.
Comparing these two sets of data reveals that Qin Miao’s driving style is quite aggressive, as the data chart shows he often accelerates earlier and brakes later than the team’s number one driver.
Moreover, behind this aggressive driving is an average lap ti that is half a second faster per lap than the team’s number one driver.
After thinking about it, the team manager, standing beside the owner, said, "I don’t know him. It’s my first ti seeing him, but I just checked his license and found that he has an FIA B License, though I’ve really never heard of soone like this."
"What the heck?" Li Yi was also puzzled. "You have a B License, and you’re here in our F4 team?"
Logically, such a person, while not necessarily sought after by F2 teams, would definitely be in demand by teams in mid-level events, because not everyone can earn a B License.
As for not knowing him, that’s normal. He might have been developing his career overseas and just returned for a vacation or sothing.
With a slight regret, Li Yi smacked his lips, thinking he could have picked up a talent for nothing, only to find out he’s a Miao God unfit for this small temple.
"Well, alright then..." With so regret, Li Yi smacked his lips again, then suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I got so excited about the talent that I almost forgot about business."
He then instructed, "The managent just inford that tomorrow’s open day is canceled. There’s an internal competition to be held, so finish up early and move everything to the warehouse."
"Okay, boss."
"Alright, how’s my F4 been maintained? Get it out, I need so practice..."
Actually, today’s visit by Li Yi was primarily for car practice, and notifying the team about tomorrow’s event was just in passing, as he could have simply made a call for that.
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Elsewhere, Qin Miao was supported by Qing to the resting area. Although there was a strong sll of sweat on Qin Miao, Qing’s face showed no sign of frown or displeasure, but looked full of care instead.
Placing the helt on a seat in the rest area, Qin Miao pounded his left leg a bit, then looked at Qing and said with a smile, "That felt good."
No matter how realistic the simulator gets, the feel of driving a real race car is sothing it can never completely replicate.
Qing knew what Qin Miao ant, and although she was concerned, she still encouraged him, "The performance was really good; you improved your speed almost every lap. Even the team staff said you have a lot of talent."
Hearing this, a proud smile appeared on Qin Miao’s face, "There’s no denying your boyfriend’s talent; I’m born for this."
"Yes, you’re the best, needing help to get out of the car after all."
Qin Miao’s face suddenly turned slightly embarrassed. He knew that racing consud a lot of physical strength, but he didn’t expect it to tire him out so much that he literally had no strength to get out of the car when he stopped.
While rubbing his left calf, Qin Miao changed the topic, "What’s the plan for tonight? Any place you want to go?"
Qing didn’t mind Qin Miao changing the topic. She sat beside him and replied, "Nowhere special, just back to the hotel to take a bath, have dinner, and then hit the gym to relieve your physical fatigue, otherwise, with your current state, you might not even be able to get out of bed tomorrow."
Qin Miao, with a teasing look, said, "Or maybe I’ll be the one leaving you unable to get out of bed?"
Qin Miao originally intended to make a suggestive joke to make Qing shy, but contrary to his expectation, Qing instead leaned in close to his ear, softly blew into it, and with a seductive voice said, "Well then, my dear, how about we try it tonight? I promise it’ll be amazing for you..."
As an inexperienced youth, Qin Miao couldn’t withstand such an impact and quickly admitted defeat.
After resting for over ten minutes, the team completed the inspection of the car Qin Miao used, confirming that there was no damage during the drive, and then fully refunded the deposit.
After getting the money, Qin Miao and Qing took a cab back to the hotel.
Back at the hotel, Qin Miao showered, washing away the sweat before heading to the gym downstairs, while Qing stayed in the hotel room.
After all, Qin Miao was not a child anymore, there’s no need for soone to always accompany him in everything he does.
Upon reaching the gym, contrary to yesterday’s routine, Qin Miao didn’t do any strength training but instead focused on muscle relaxation and received a massage with the coach’s help.
After spending over an hour in the gym, feeling slightly relieved, Qin Miao returned to the hotel room to take Qing out for dinner.
But as he opened the room door, he heard Qing’s voice, "You’re back? Worked out hard, co over and eat."
Walking into the room, the aroma of food wafted over, Qin Miao’s sweat-soaked racing suit had already been washed and hung up by Qing in the bathroom, and food was neatly arranged on the table, while Qing ran over with a beaming smile to give Qin Miao a large hug.
In that mont, Qin Miao suddenly felt a very special sensation, similar to the one he felt sitting inside the monocoque of the F4 car, very comfortable and reassuring.
After hesitating slightly with his hands at his sides, Qin Miao hugged Qing’s small and soft body, "I’m back."
That night, the two didn’t go out to play, as there was a race tomorrow, neither Qing nor Qin Miao wanted to waste ti.
After dinner, Qin Miao cleared the table a bit, putting the trash into the garbage bag.
Then, Qing went to take a bath.
Qing had the sa habit as Qin Miao; after dinner, he’d shower and then brush his teeth and wash his face before bed.
After Qing finished her bath, she pulled Qin Miao onto the bed and started watching a variety show together.
Qin Miao initially thought watching TV just ans sitting separately and watching it.
But as soon as he sat on the bed, Qing snuggled right into his arms, using his chest as her backrest, her slightly damp hair positioned right under Qin Miao’s nose.
The fragrance of the shampoo mixed with the unique body scent of Qing, which Qin Miao found particularly comforting, just seeped into his nose.
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