How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 508 - 224: End of the Triple Race

Despite asking Qin Miao questions, he always seemed quite impatient, like a silly friend asking you how much 1+1+1 really equals.

But after feeling helpless, Qin Miao would invariably explain why he made certain moves, the reasoning behind them, and what he hoped to achieve by doing so.

Zhou Guanyu was always able to gain some insights from Qin Miao’s answers and explanations.

Actually, Zhou Guanyu wasn’t like this before. It’s not that he wasn’t hardworking—whoever manages to get into F2 isn’t a genius? Which one doesn’t have to put in countless sweat and effort?

Mazepin...

Uh... Mazepin is just an exception, not to be counted.

Leaving Mazepin aside, in the racing industry, without talent and enough sweat, even if your family is wealthy, they wouldn’t support you in pursuing racing.

Moreover, there are few talents emerging in the domestic racing industry, and historically, no one has ever become a full-time F1 driver. The one closest to becoming the first F1 driver, Ma, narrowly missed the position.

Zhou Guanyu used to only fantasize about this position, and his family also prepared some capital for him to enter F1, and even now have begun contacting F1 teams.

Back then, Zhou Guanyu felt somewhat self-satisfied, after all, he was the most likely candidate among the 1.4 billion people in the country to become the first F1 driver.

But then one day, the talented Zhou Guanyu suddenly met Qin Miao, and over time, Zhou Guanyu realized Qin Miao was indeed a bona fide genius.

In his first F2 race, Qin Miao proved his strength to all who doubted him. After earning his Super License from F2, he quickly joined the defending champion team, Mercedes, as the number 2 driver the following year. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

If there hadn’t been Qin Miao before, Zhou Guanyu might have continued with that arrogant attitude, slowly growing following the route planned by his family, eventually entering F1 as a paid driver.

But now, with Qin Miao as an example, who got into F1 purely on his own merits and made a remarkable impact there.

Although Qin Miao took away the title of the first Chinese F1 driver, he alleviated much of Zhou Guanyu’s pressure.

Yet within, Zhou Guanyu felt defiant—why can you do it, Qin Miao, but not me, Zhou Guanyu?

I have to become an F1 driver based on my own skills; I definitely won’t be worse than you.

So nowadays, Zhou Guanyu basically has no time for rest and entertainment, playing less games than before.

He spends most of his spare time learning and improving his driving skills.

Although Zhou Guanyu understands the principle of balancing work and rest, he constantly feels a sense of urgency, fearing he won’t be able to keep up with Qin Miao’s pace.

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The plane landed, and Qin Miao, Zhou Guanyu, and Barber discreetly walked out of the airport.

They all wore masks, and while Qin Miao and Zhou Guanyu, being Asian, may stand out at the airport, they were fully equipped, making it hard for them to be recognized.

Thus, the three of them safely got into the Maybach sent by the Mercedes team and headed back to Brackley.

Barber went to report back to the team, while Qin Miao and Zhou Guanyu returned to Qin Miao’s home.

Qin Miao finished all the work in Austria by past six in the afternoon, and they only had a brief meal on the plane.

Anyone who has traveled long distances knows that even in first class, eating food on a plane is never quite comfortable.

So they didn’t eat much on the plane, and felt hungry once they got home.

However, after getting out of the car, Qin Miao thanked the driver who brought him home, then turned around to see the lights shining from his home’s windows. Suddenly, a peaceful feeling overcame Qin Miao, exhausted from the day’s work.

This feeling was akin to sitting in a racing car cockpit, surrounded by a carbon fiber monocoque, yet with a touch of warmth missing inside the racing shell.

Qin Miao took a deep breath; no matter how late he returned, he could always see the ones he loved, have a hot meal, and find shelter at home.

This is what Chinese people are most familiar with and yearn for—home.

Eagerly, he pushed open the door of his house, and the noise at the entrance caught the attention of Qimeng inside.

"Back already?"

As Qin Miao and Zhou Guanyu opened the door, Qimeng’s soft and sweet voice echoed from the living room.

Turning his head, Qin Miao saw Qimeng sitting in the living room wearing regular home clothes, with an Asus lightweight laptop on her neatly crossed legs.

The laptop seemed to be displaying some kind of stock chart lines.

But Qin Miao paid no attention and replied, "Yeah, we’re back. Is there anything to eat? The airplane meal was so-so, I’m hungry."

Qimeng pointed her smooth, bright-white, jade-like arm towards the kitchen and said, "I knew you’d be hungry. I’ve got everything ready for you. The base broth has been cooked. Heat it up and you can eat. All the ingredients are in the fridge, just take them out."