How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

After thinking for a while, Zhou Guanyu looked up again at Qin Miao, and Qin Miao was also prepared to listen to Zhou Guanyu's insightful opinions.

"I don't know."

Qin Miao: ...

"Hey, hey, hey, put your fist down! No, for such an important matter, you should ask your wife and mom. What's the point of asking me?" Zhou Guanyu explained while stepping back.

Qin Miao didn't really want to punch Zhou Guanyu. Seeing the other party truly had no good advice, he reluctantly lowered his fist and said: "I think you've been in the paddock for a while now, you should know some inside information and provide me with a little guidance."

Zhou Guanyu waved his hand: "I'm just a small fry. Honestly, I've only been in F2 for a year and a half. How could I have inside info on the big teams?"

Qin Miao nodded: "True, I shouldn't count on you."

Zhou Guanyu rolled his eyes in frustration but didn't say much on the matter. When people are anxious, they hope for support from different perspectives, which is quite natural, as Zhou Guanyu could understand.

However, Qin Miao's current situation did make Zhou Guanyu feel envious. After all, no youngster in this field hasn't imagined themselves dominating the F2 tracks.

But once you really get into F2, the cold reality tells you you're not special. There are over twenty other young drivers with the same talent as you.

Yet this main character-like guy was appearing right before Zhou Guanyu, using his performance to make countless F2 teams envious, as Qin Miao was exactly what they aspire to be.

"Ah, I'm stuck, I don't know what to choose!"

Seeing Qin Miao now showing off in front of him, Zhou Guanyu felt anger rise, fearlessness followed, and he grabbed a pillow from his sofa: "If I kill you here, you won't need to choose!"

"Damn!" Qin Miao was stunned after getting hit on the head with a pillow, then swiftly grabbed another pillow from the sofa: "How dare you defy your father, you insolent child!"

Qimeng, curious about the noise coming from the living room, peeked her head out of the study and saw Qin Miao and Zhou Guanyu engaged in a pillow fight.

After a few brief rounds, the cotton inside the pillows flew out, scattering all over the living room.

Helplessly shaking her head, Qimeng turned back to the study, continuing with her work.

Anyway, someone would come to clean up later. Zhou Guanyu's house didn't have any porcelain or fragile items, so no worries about breaking anything.

After 10 minutes, the number of pillows on Zhou Guanyu's sofa was reduced by 2.

Zhou Guanyu's sofa initially had 6 pillows, but now 4 were damaged.

Normal pillows aren't usually this easy to damage, but given their fine physiques, it's understandable. Piloting the F2 car requires pure arm strength for steering without power assistance during corners.

It's not surprising they ruined the pillows within a few rounds.

...

The next day, the sprint race began.

Qin Miao's starting position was eighth, while Zhou Guanyu's was ninth.

Despite not directly responding to Zhou Guanyu's request yesterday, they are friends, and even without Zhou Guanyu asking, Qin Miao would still provide some drafting for him.

Today's race still had observers watching Qin Miao's performance, and their numbers didn't decrease; instead, they slightly increased, although some might be watching other drivers.

With these people's presence, Qin Miao was getting used to it and quickly refocused his mind.

Typically, the first shot post F2 broadcast is either scenery or some distinctive corners on the track.

However, today's broadcast immediately focused the camera on Qin Miao in eighth place, nearly shoving the lens into Qin Miao's flip-flops to shoot his face.

Of course, Qin Miao noticed the cameraman in front, but from his angle, he couldn't see the live broadcast screen, unaware if he was on it now. Being idle, he winked at the lens.

"Qin Miao's features are quite good-looking, very harmonious overall. Watching him long enough feels very pleasant."

Qin Miao didn't know the three commentators from Five-Star Sports and the viewers saw his impulsive gesture.

Zhou Haoran even commented on Qin Miao's appearance.

...

As for the race itself, it was basically like previous non-rainy F2 sprints, with Qin Miao slicing through opponents.

Unilaterally dominating his competitors.

A 21-lap race and Qin Miao completed it with one set of hard tires.

By lap 12, he climbed from eighth to first, with Zhou Guanyu following him closely, picking wallets along the way.

He advanced from ninth to third.

No one would believe Zhou Guanyu hadn't trained in slipstreaming.

Throughout the race, Zhou Guanyu utilized every opportunity while Qin Miao's overtaking strategy allowed Zhou Guanyu to shine.

Qin Miao's overtaking usually involved using DRS for slipstreaming, pulling alongside before corner entry, claiming the inside line, and executing a late-brake maneuver to force into the inside, finishing the overtake out of the corner.

Meanwhile, Zhou Guanyu typically stuck behind Qin Miao's car, grabbing wallets, but also blocking the unlucky ones from returning to normal driving lanes.

Using this method, Guanyu moved up to third.

Had it not been for Tsunoda squeezing Zhou Guanyu aggressively on his line, causing wheel-to-wheel contact when Zhou tried to overtake him, Guanyu would've been second by now.

The three finished the race following this order.

...

After the post-race team meeting ended, Qin Miao waited at Zhou Guanyu's team entrance, and they left the paddock together.

"Speaking of, there's an F1 race later today. Logically, Ferrari should've invited you to the P room to watch. Why didn't you go?" Zhou Guanyu asked curiously on their way out.

Qin Miao shrugged: "They invited me; I didn't go."

"You..." Zhou Guanyu was about to say something, knowing the rare opportunity as not every F2 driver gets it, but recalling Qin Miao's current situation, he decided against dwelling on the topic, instead asking: "You already made up your mind?"

Qin Miao clearly understood Zhou Guanyu's question: "There's nothing to decide here, bro. Technically speaking, they kicked me out, so I'm not going to kiss their asses."

Zhou Guanyu patted Qin Miao's shoulder: "Fatherly love is like a mountain; as your father, I'll always be your strong support."

"Damn it, get lost!" Qin Miao kicked Zhou Guanyu's butt.

Zhou Guanyu tried to dodge but was hampered by the third-place trophy in one hand and the third-place champagne in the other, reducing his agility and he took a not-too-hard kick from Qin Miao.

...

Watching the two youngsters playfully leave the paddock, Roxin felt a bit emotional.

Though unspoken, Qin Miao's behaviors now indicated his unwillingness to stay with Ferrari, with a sense of belonging likely diminished by the internal political struggles.

Unless something unexpected happens, Qin Miao will soon leave Ferrari's junior program for another team.

Roxin saw this unfold but was powerless, merely watching Qin Miao's silhouette gradually fade away.

Roxin also clearly realized the seriousness of Ferrari's internal politics, as sacrifices for personal gains had reached the point of compromising the team's interests.

Watching Qin Miao holding a trophy, carrying champagne, departing shoulder to shoulder with Zhou Guanyu, Roxin let out a long sigh: "Wofa ethane~"

ps. Considering the story progression, no time for additional writing, so only 4,000 words today...