How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 103 - 83: The Price of Impulsiveness (Part 2)

Actually, many people are like this. In situations with a gambling nature, they often find that after putting everything into it, they didn’t get the result they wanted and immediately feel regret.

But all the lottery chances had been used up, and Qin Miao couldn’t go to the system and demand a refund. He had no choice but to forcibly calm himself, waiting for the result of his impulsive last Purple Lottery draw...

Eventually, a document of seven or eight pages appeared in front of Qin Miao.

Seeing the document, Qin Miao felt his heartbeat slow down, as if he sensed in the depths of his being that he had drawn something he wanted!

Because last time when the FIA driver’s license appeared, it also appeared as a paper document, but back then it was just a single sheet.

Feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, he looked at the words on the paper.

[Ferrari Driver Academy Driver Contract *1 (One Year)]

Instantly, a rush of excitement flooded Qin Miao’s mind, and he wanted to kneel down right there to knock two loud heads to the system.

He really drew it! He really freaking drew it!

In that moment, all the regret, all the lament for not achieving sooner, all the "Man and Car Unity Skill Card" after ten consecutive draws, were thrown out of Qin Miao’s mind.

All he could think about now was that he, like Zhou Guanyu, could drive the F2 car on the track and achieve the fastest lap, and then, like Jiaoto, stand on the highest podium, receiving cheers and praise from everyone present.

Without any hesitation, Qin Miao directly utilized the contract in the system.

The contract, still warm from Qin Miao’s grasp, dissolved into specks of light after usage in the system.

...

Qimeng looked puzzled at her boyfriend.

Just now his expression was calm, although sometimes there was a slight furrow in his brow, at least his expression management was relatively normal.

But within mere moments, Qin Miao’s face completely transformed from seriousness into a bright and cheerful smile, as if he had changed faces. freewēbnoveℓ.com

To be honest, when she last saw Qin Miao win at the lottery center, he didn’t smile as happily as he was now.

Qimeng was puzzled. She looked around the racetrack and didn’t find anything interesting happening nearby.

"What’s going on? You’re so happy..." Qimeng asked with curiosity.

But Qin Miao couldn’t explain what was happening with him, but the jubilant feeling inside needed an outlet.

So, amidst Qimeng’s bewildered expression, Qin Miao reached out and hugged her waist, effortlessly lifting her off the ground.

After spinning with Qimeng in place twice, Qin Miao lowered his head and planted a firm kiss on Qimeng’s face.

Without resistance, it was not the first time she’d been nibbled, and she had no shortage of nibbling on Qin Miao herself, so Qimeng asked with curiosity: "What’s going on? Tell me."

After putting Qimeng down, Qin Miao smiled and said, "Nothing, I just figured some things out, suddenly the world seemed clear, so I’m happy."

Qimeng’s small face was full of doubt, and from her suspicious eyes, it was easy to tell she did not believe what Qin Miao said.

Fortunately, Qimeng was very considerate. Seeing Qin Miao didn’t want to talk, she did not press further and simply nodded and said, "That’s good to hear. When things are bottled up for too long, they really can affect one’s health."

Hearing Qimeng say this, Qin Miao smiled again and gave her a playful nibble.

Qimeng showed a face full of helplessness and shyness, as there were quite a few people around, doing such things in front of so many made her feel somewhat embarrassed.

At this moment, Qin Miao was calmly waiting for the driver contract, like other system rewards, to be fulfilled.

But Qin Miao was not in too much of a rush, because the system always delivers these items in a reasonable manner.

Due to this delivery method by the system, the timing of reward distribution is always somewhat delayed, and may involve quite a few twists and turns along the way.

When Qin Miao finished the lottery draw, the F2 sprint race had commenced.

Qin Miao simply paid attention to Zhou Guanyu. As usual, he had a sluggish start; starting sixth he dropped to eighth after one lap.

After seeing Zhou Guanyu’s start, Qin Miao silently set a goal for himself: no matter what, as long as there’s a chance, he should practice his starting ability to score above 80, otherwise he’ll keep losing the positions he painstakingly fought for in qualifying; it’s just too frustrating.

The sprint race was 21 laps, not particularly long, you could run the whole track directly on a set of white tires. Qin Miao did not pay particularly close attention to the race.

In the end, he only knew Zhou Guanyu finished in eighth, starting from sixth.

After seeing Zhou Guanyu’s final results, Qin Miao did not bother watching the sprint race’s podium ceremony.

As the F2 race was nearing its end, various teams started their pre-race preparations.

Opening garage doors, pushing their cars down from transporters to park in their respective team pits.

As Qin Miao descended from above the pit, he noticed Ferrari engineers busy with their tasks.

Neither Ferrari driver had arrived at the pit yet, as there was still about an hour left before the official start of the race.

Qin Miao and Qimeng occupied a good spot in Ferrari’s VIP zone waiting for the British Grand Prix to start.

While chatting leisurely about whether to head straight home or go someplace else after the Grand Prix ended, a foreigner with long black curly hair, wearing the same long-sleeved team uniform as Ferrari, sat beside Qin Miao.

At first, Qin Miao did not pay much attention and kept chatting with Qimeng.

Soon he felt a pat on his shoulder, turning to see the person scrutinizing him with a discerning gaze.

Young people typically lack life experience, so Qin Miao couldn’t decipher the emotion in someone’s eyes; however, seeing the person staring, he felt uncomfortable. Hesitatingly, he asked, "Is there something I can help you with, sir?"

After intently observing Qin Miao’s unusually thick neck, the person took on a more approachable smile and introduced himself, "Hello... I am the head of Ferrari Driver Academy, my name is Jeenque Lawson." Saying this, he extended his hand towards Qin Miao.

When the stranger engaged him, Qin Miao wasn’t in the mood for conversation. His English wasn’t particularly great, daily communication with foreigners was acceptable, but more complex grammar needed Qimeng’s translation assistance.

But he understood the mention of Ferrari Driver Academy, which instantly energized him.

The system reward clearly stated that Qin Miao received a Ferrari Driver Academy driver contract.

Now, the person before him was precisely the head of Ferrari Driver Academy; such a coincidence didn’t exist in reality.

So, barring unexpected events, this person was likely here for him.

Unexpectedly, the system was reliable for once; previously, after Qin Miao won items, the system delivered most on the spot, but others took roundabout ways to reach him.

But today was direct, catching Qin Miao off guard.

Apart from the rare instance of timely system item delivery, facing Jeenque Lawson, Qin Miao was exceptionally polite.

Most likely this person would be his future teacher or instructor.

"Hello Mr. Lawson, my name is Qin Miao, from China." After greeting politely, Qin Miao somewhat nervously grasped the hand offered to him.

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