"Yes, it’s ." Leclerc nodded with a smile and sincerely praised, "Your driving skills are pretty good, one of the best I’ve seen in simulation racing."
Faced with Leclerc’s complint, Qin Miao still appeared a bit dazed and foolish.
If you put yourself in Qin Miao’s shoes at this mont, you wouldn’t find Qin Miao’s behavior surprising at all.
You initially joined a small competition just for fun, put in so effort to win, and were feeling quite pleased. Then suddenly, the person who gave you quite so pressure lifted his helt: Surprised? I’m Leclerc, Ferrari’s F1 driver.
Anyone would be confused for a while in such a situation.
"Whoa..." After taking a mont, Qin Miao blurted out a Chinese exclamation, then sowhat overwheld, held Leclerc’s outstretched hand, saying, "I can’t believe it; the person I raced against is actually Leclerc."
Leclerc replied, "It’s an honor to race with you. Also, congratulations on defeating and winning."
At this point, Leclerc pointed to sothing that looked very much like a cara on the side and said, "The reward for this little event is that you might appear in my docuntary. Of course, you can refuse. Additionally, another reward was supposed to be a VIP ticket from the Ferrari team, but..." Leclerc paused and pointed to the wristband on Qin Miao’s hand, aning it was quite obvious: Qin Miao was already a Ferrari VIP, so giving another ticket would be pointless.
"So, I’ll give you my helt." Leclerc patted the white BELL helt resting on his lap.
Originally, Qin Miao was just extrely surprised to discover Leclerc was his racing opponent. Now, with Leclerc’s reminder, Qin Miao belatedly realized he seed to have beaten... Leclerc in the race?
"Whoa!" For a mont, an indescribable feeling of either achievent or sothing else filled Qin Miao’s heart, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.
However, this feeling didn’t last long; soon he felt another wave of joy as Leclerc was about to gift him a helt he had worn!
The key point is that this helt would be unique to Qin Miao, shalessly speaking, it was the trophy he earned after defeating Leclerc.
"Thank you, thank you... I’m very grateful." Currently, as a fan of Wofa, being able to compete on the sa simulator with one of the two Ferrari drivers, Leclerc, and then receive the helt he wore during the race, was undoubtedly the peak mont for Qin Miao as a fan.
Qin Miao reached out to take Leclerc’s helt, but instead of handing it over imdiately, Leclerc said, "Wait a mont."
After saying this, he gestured to a staff mber at the side, who promptly handed over a black marker pen.
Leclerc quickly signed his na on Qin Miao’s helt.
After finishing the signature, Leclerc turned and asked Qin Miao, "What’s your na?"
"Qin Miao."
"Chinese?"
"Yes."
"... Alright." After signing his na and writing a ssage of goodwill, Leclerc handed the helt to Qin Miao.
Now, the white helt not only has Leclerc’s autograph but also a special ssage he wrote for Qin Miao.
In this instant, Qin Miao knew he had hit the jackpot; if nothing else, just having this helt at ho would be a treasure.
After handing over the helt, Leclerc said, "My work here is done, and I need to attend the next event. Hope you enjoy your ti at Silverstone~"
Qin Miao quickly nodded and said, "Alright, I also wish you find the right setup today."
Hearing such a thoughtful blessing from the young man who had just defeated him, Leclerc was a bit surprised, glanced back at Qin Miao, and then smiled, "See you in the P room then."
Qin Miao nodded, then watched as Leclerc, surrounded by security, exited through the back door.
As he saw Leclerc leave, only then did Qin Miao have the leisure to observe the situation around him.
Once Leclerc left, Qin Miao started to wonder why, despite Leclerc appearing in an area dense with fans, no one rushed over to ask for his autograph?
Looking back, Qin Miao noticed that at so point, a crowd had gathered around the simulator, many of whom were Ferrari fans dressed in Ferrari gear. In front of them was a wall of security personnel, keeping everyone firmly outside.
It seems this little event had been planned by the organizers in advance, with security asures thoroughly in place.
Only after Leclerc’s departure did the security gradually release the crowded fans.
Now that Leclerc was gone, most fans turned away in disappointnt.
Only now did Qin Miao belatedly realize that he had completely ignored the noisy clamor behind him while chatting with Leclerc earlier.
However, as soon as security released the crowd, a few people eagerly approached Qin Miao.
One person opened directly with, "Hey man, how about transferring Leclerc’s signed helt to ? I’ll offer 5000 British Pounds in cash."
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