Actually, this was Qing’s first ti observing Qin Miao so closely as he prepared to drive in real life.
While Qin Miao was playing with the simulator in Changsha, Qing was by his side. At that ti, the most Qin Miao exhibited was a kind of focused aura, which made it clear that he was fully absorbed in the task at hand.
But when it ca to driving in reality, the aura around Qin Miao changed again; he possessed a sharp and aggressive feeling, and Qing saw strong confidence in his eyes.
The most incredible thing was, looking at Qin Miao now, Qing felt that he harmonized particularly well with the position he was in.
It was as if Qin Miao had rged with the car; he had beco a part of it.
Qing felt that Qin Miao belonged in that position, just as naturally as a car would have seats, a steering wheel, accelerator, and brakes.
Before Qing could figure out where this inexplicable feeling ca from, she suddenly heard the engine’s high-pitched roar.
Instantly, a huge force pushed from behind, frantically driving Qing forward at an astonishing speed.
Qing could clearly perceive everything, as a massive amount of air was instantly sucked into the engine, causing it to roar wildly while releasing continuous power; the car body violently breaking through the air due to Qin Miao’s intense acceleration, the slight vibrations as the tires traversed the ground, and the rapidly retreating scenery on both sides of the vision.
In that mont, Qing understood why Qin Miao was so obsessed with racing.
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[Practice circle completed, Shanghai proficiency 1]
[Congratulations to the host on reaching 100 proficiency with the FIA-certified Grade 1 track: Shanghai International Circuit]
[Achievent: Shanghai Regular (Completed)]
[Reward: Purple Lottery *1]
After finally achieving today’s pre-set practice goal, Qin Miao gradually reduced the speed and looked at Qing sitting beside him in the passenger seat, asking, "Nothing uncomfortable, right?"
Today Qin Miao was relatively restrained on the track, just fulfilling his predetermined goals, without completing even a single flying lap, since his girlfriend was in the car.
Of course, Qin Miao felt a bit regretful because he didn’t get to try Ferrari’s notorious mad mode, naly CT OFF and CST OFF modes.
The so-called CT OFF turns off the electronic differential and traction control system on top of the track mode.
While CST OFF ans turning off all electronic control systems, making the car enter a true racing state, much like F1, with 720 horsepower entirely reliant on the driver’s personal technique.
If skilled, you run at least 0.5 seconds faster than a car that hasn’t activated these features. If driving poorly... the start will skid.
If luck is on your side, spinning two circles in place scares you and it’s over.
If not, the car might just tilt towards the wall for a crash.
Qing waved her hand; although she felt a bit tired from following Qin Miao around the track for several laps, besides the exhaustion, Qing didn’t feel any discomfort.
But Qing silently decided in her heart that she would resolutely not ride in his car whenever Qin Miao went on the track in the future.
Because he was accompanied by Qing today, Qin Miao didn’t attempt any production car records; after receiving the achievent and the Purple Lottery, he prepared to leave.
The two had been out together for quite so ti now. Although his mother hadn’t pushed him, Qin Miao felt it was ti to go back.
However, before leaving, Qin Miao planned to refuel.
After all, it’s a racing track, and as a big fuel consur and a strategic partner of Sinopec, Shanghai has an internal gas station, where ethanol, racing fuel, or ordinary gasoline can all be found.
Qin Miao parked the car and had the staff fill the tank. He then chatted with Qing, who got out of the car to stretch.
"Getting the car was too exciting; I forgot to ask you sothing."
"What is it?" Qing looked on curiously.
Qin Miao pointed to the distant showroom. From their position, they could see the vehicle exhibition hall they attended the previous day, but the red carpet in front of the hall had been removed and the door locked.
"Why didn’t you let join Yu Jialiang’s team when we left yesterday?"
Qing was full of realization: "I thought you figured it out yourself and didn’t ask about it, turns out you forgot."
Qin Miao: ...
Thank you, I’m slightly offended.
"Ahem." Qing cleared her throat pretentiously: "Listen up, I’ll only say it once."
"From your perspective, the other party gifting you a Ferrari 488 worth millions feels like a significant favor. You two haven’t interacted for long, so he couldn’t possibly consider you a friend in such a short ti. Since it’s impossible for him to see you as a friend, yet still gives you such an expensive gift, he must value your personal ability, hence after gifting you, he smoothly invited you to join his racing team. And you feel since you received his gift and his invitation, you should respond accordingly, am I right in my analysis?"
Qin Miao nodded.
"But have you ever thought that these millions that the wealthy talk about might just be like how we ordinary people consider thousands? Expensive, but not unattainable."
"Moreover, these wealthy people are quite shrewd; they know that the hardest debt to repay is a favor."
"Yesterday, you helped Yu Jialiang make a big impression in front of his friends, and you also caused him to lose his first-place position, so yesterday he owed you a favor that’s neither big nor small."
"To repay this favor, he directly gave you a car, one that you dared not even dream of. If you didn’t accept it, he’d still owe you a favor, but since you did accept it, the favor is considered settled."
"Finally, let ask you, my dear, do you think you currently have what it takes to be an official GT3 team driver?"
Qin Miao swallowed, hesitated for a mont, then shook his head with so dejection: "No, I can’t."
Qing nodded and said, "Since you yourself feel incapable of holding such a position, why do you think he invited you?"
Qin Miao tentatively asked, "As a courtesy?"
Qing rolled her eyes beautifully and responded with so annoyance: "Now that there’s no owed favor, they wouldn’t be polite with you over matters involving tangled interests; he said it because he sees your talent, he’s investing in your future, but I think your future shouldn’t just be a GT3 driver; you should have a bigger stage, which is why I made you refuse."
Though Qin Miao faintly felt that Qing was right, he still found it hard to believe.
Because the aning expressed in Qing’s words completely contradicted the values Qin Miao had learned in school.
What school taught Qin Miao was sincerity towards people, but upon first entering society, he encountered human relationships and conflicts of interest.
Qing’s words caused a massive temporary shock to Qin Miao’s worldview.
"Are they... all so hypocritical?"
"Hypocritical? That’s not the right adjective." Qing waved her hand and said, "Did you feel uncomfortable while interacting with them? Did he deceive you about anything? This is just their way of life; until you truly integrate into their circle or gain their acceptance, they will treat you this way — you’ll never feel uncomfortable, but they won’t get too close, nor easily tangled up in interests with you."
Suddenly, Qin Miao seed to be in great pain as he held his head, his body instinctively contorting.
Qing was stunned, and her previous teacher-like deanor vanished as her face changed, anxiously asking, "What’s wrong? Qin Miao, don’t scare !"
Qin Miao’s voice was filled with agony: "Ah... my head hurts! It feels... like I’m starting to be smart!"
Qing froze for a mont, then displeasedly wrinkled her little nose and fiercely kicked Qin Miao’s lower leg.
Despite being kicked, Qin Miao wasn’t angry; while gritting his teeth and rubbing where he was kicked, he backed away to prevent Qing from causing him further harm.
Even though Qing’s face showed great displeasure, she secretly felt indescribably joyful.
Because this was the familiar way they originally interacted; the period when she suddenly confessed to Qin Miao and his formal and respectful deanor between them was what was not normal.
After a bout of playful roughhousing, Qing leaned against Qin Miao, and he sighed, "It’s so complicated."
Knowing exactly what Qin Miao was lanting about, Qing cheerfully moved in close and said, "Look at , brother; my heart for you has always been sincere, I’m not complicated!"
Seeing Qing’s adorable deanor, Qin Miao smiled and reached out to hold her hand.
"I know."
"But here’s the thing, dear, have you noticed a little detail?" Qing placed both hands on top of Qin Miao’s and then turned to look at the Ferrari that was refueling.
With a face full of confusion, Qin Miao followed Qing’s gaze but didn’t notice anything unusual.
"Pay attention to the license plate number of this car." Qing prompted.
Qin Miao looked closely: Hu A0307Q.
"What’s with the license plate number? There’s nothing special... hiss!"
Upon clearly seeing the numbers on the license plate, Qin Miao unconsciously gasped.
Setting aside how difficult it is to get a Shanghai plate nowadays, the 0307 was what made Qin Miao feel shocked because March 7 is Qin Miao’s birthday.
And the Q at the end of the plate almost certainly stood for the initial letter of ’Qin’.
ticulous, so damn ticulous, they’re ticulous to the end.
Honestly, Qin Miao used to not understand exactly what was good about being wealthy, but in his imagination, having money ant buying lots of expensive luxury goods, purchasing anything without considering the price, with the best in food, clothing, and transportation.
But poverty ultimately limited Qin Miao’s imagination; the life truly wealthy people live is beyond his comprehension.
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