How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 72 - 66: Time to Learn

Qin Miao saw that the group was still relentless, so she deftly maneuvered around them, jogging a few steps to the car and quickly opening the driver’s door before sitting inside.

The woman who had stripped in front of Qin Miao was the quickest to react. When she saw Qin Miao sitting in the driver’s seat, she naturally approached the passenger side door and was about to open it.

But who was Qin Miao? Anyone who plays esports and achieves results has incredible reflexes. Seeing the woman approach the passenger door and reaching to open it, Qin Miao’s mind anticipated her move and immediately locked the door.

The girl who treated Qin Miao as an insider grabbed the door handle and pulled hard, fearing Qin Miao would lock it if she was slow.

However, after pulling once, her face was full of regret, as the door had already been locked by Qin Miao.

Because of her strong pull, Qin Miao was momentarily stunned by her ample bosom.

What on earth did this person eat growing up?

"Ahem..."

Discreetly withdrawing her gaze, Qin Miao stepped on the brake and started the engine.

Even though the Ferrari 488 Pista’s engine is quieter compared to the high-pitched sound of the 458’s naturally aspirated engine, it’s still a 3.9T V8 twin-turbo with 780 horsepower.

Even if it’s not that high-pitched, this car’s engine sound when starting up is definitely not gentle.

With a "roar," the few women gathered around the car instinctively shrank back, as the engine’s deep and rich sound was quite loud.

Taking advantage of their daze, Qin Miao drove the car out of the parking spot and sped away with a push on the gas pedal.

To Qin Miao, the press on the gas had a sense of urgency, as if desperately wanting to escape a spider’s web.

After leaving the parking lot, Qin Miao soon saw Qimeng at the convenience store entrance, holding two plastic bags.

Under the envious, jealous, or indifferent gazes of passersby, Qin Miao slowly parked the car in front of Qimeng.

Opening the front trunk from the driver’s seat, Qimeng, carrying the bags, naturally placed the larger bag inside.

Then, holding a smaller bag, Qimeng got into the passenger seat, placing her bag and the bag on the floor mat, casually asking, "What took so long?"

Hearing Qimeng’s question, Qin Miao recalled the women she encountered in the parking lot, her mouth twitching, while her eyes subconsciously glanced at Qimeng’s chest.

Qin Miao didn’t hide anything; there was nothing to hide since nothing had happened between Qin Miao and those women.

She briefly recounted the incident to Qimeng, but any parts that might upset Qimeng were lightly described by Qin Miao as "a bit bold."

Though not skilled in judgment and socializing, Qin Miao was adept at using euphemisms.

After hearing Qin Miao’s story, Qimeng was surprised, not expecting such a group existed.

"You learn something new every day..." Qimeng remarked, shaking her head as she placed two cans of Red Bull in the storage slot under the central console, with the other plastic bag and her bag placed in the armrest area.

It’s worth noting that the 488 doesn’t have an armrest compartment; the area is just empty.

"Did you forget anything?" Qimeng asked before they set off.

Qin Miao thought carefully, then shook her head, saying, "Shouldn’t have."

"Then let’s go!"

"Buckle up~" Qin Miao gently pressed the gas pedal.

...

For the first two hours of the trip, Qin Miao and Qimeng were quite enthusiastic, with Qimeng curiously exploring the interior of the 488.

But as time passed, the drawbacks of a supercar became apparent.

Even in the tamest Sport mode, with the bumpy road damping mode activated, the car’s chassis and suspension remained stiff, combined with not particularly comfortable seats.

Short rides were fine, but after over four hours, Qimeng, as a passenger, felt quite shaken, let alone Qin Miao, who was driving.

Going over speed bumps slowly might cause the car to jump, and the sensation was sharp and distinct.

When they found a rest area to take a break and refuel, Qin Miao glanced at the navigation map, showing nearly eight hours remaining. Despite his affection for the 488 Pista, he couldn’t help but wince and subconsciously supported his waist.

But since they were young, pride mattered the most, so despite feeling his waist couldn’t take it anymore, Qin Miao held on without saying a word.

Of course, the way back, aside from the uncomfortable ride and driving experience, was quite pleasant otherwise.

Since it wasn’t a holiday or peak travel time, they hadn’t encountered any traffic jams on their way.

The road was clear the whole way, and after we left Shanghai’s area, there were fewer cars on the highway, allowing Qin Miao to keep the 488 cruising steadily at 120.

On the road, we took several breaks and switched drivers a few times, and finally entered Hunan territory.

"Let’s go to Changsha first, and then head home."

While on the road, Qin Miao was sitting in the passenger seat, with a small pillow behind his lower back, when he heard Qimeng, who was driving, say this.

Qin Miao didn’t ask anything; he just nodded: "Sure, should I reset the navigation point?"

Qimeng nodded: "Find a gift shop, let’s buy something for Boss Zhou."

Initially, Qin Miao didn’t care about going to Changsha, but now hearing Qimeng say this, he also felt it was necessary for the two of them to make the trip.

Because everything Qin Miao obtained, including the 488 and everything he achieved in Shanghai, mainly came from Boss Zhou’s invitation letter.

So both Qin Miao and Qimeng owed Boss Zhou a favor. If it were out of the way, that would be different, but since they were passing through Changsha, they had to visit Qin Miao’s benefactor in good conscience.

After resetting the navigation point, the two stayed in the car for another three hours.

By the time they entered Changsha City, it was already past 2 a.m., they had set off in the afternoon, so naturally, they arrived late.

They didn’t disturb Boss Zhou at this time; instead, they found a hotel, had a comfortable shower, and rested overnight. When they woke up the next day, they found a gift shop to buy gifts.

Being young has its perk; after a day of driving, their backs were almost stiff, but after a night’s sleep, they were as energetic as ever.

Actually, Qin Miao thought just bringing a couple of bottles of Moutai would do, but Qimeng shot him a disapproving look and then took Qin Miao to choose a thoughtfully designed, expensive ashtray priced at 2000, along with a similarly costly Zippo lighter.

Qin Miao looked at these items with some doubt: "Do you think Boss Zhou will like these things? Aren’t they too cheap?"

Qimeng patiently explained, "Dear, think about it, would Boss Zhou, who can provide such an invitation letter, be a poor man? Certainly not. Since he isn’t lacking money, there must be many people who want to cozy up to him. Among the things they send, there can’t be a shortage of expensive cigarettes and alcohol. And besides, we can’t get our hands on those top-tier cigarettes and alcohol, so rather than sending stuff that Boss Zhou already has plenty at home, we might as well send something thoughtful."

"Last time we visited, I noticed Boss Zhou’s ashtray was just an iron biscuit tin, and his lighter was merely a cheap windproof one."

"When gifting, we should send something meaningful that he can frequently use, so whenever he uses it, he thinks: oh, this is from so-and-so."

"Won’t his favorability towards us surge as a result?"

After listening to Qimeng’s explanation, Qin Miao had an epiphany, and he sincerely gave Qimeng a thumbs-up: "You’re so meticulous, unbelievably meticulous, you old pro!"

Qimeng frowned, swung her little fists, and punched Qin Miao on the arm.

Qin Miao was baffled: "Why hit me?"

"How dare you call me old!"

Qin Miao: ???

...

Playfully bickering, the two drove to Boss Zhou’s store around ten in the morning.

Everything remained the same as when Qin Miao and Qimeng first arrived, with no noticeable changes; but that was to be expected, as they hadn’t even spent a week in Changsha, any significant change would be unusual.

After parking the car, they went upstairs with beautifully packaged gifts.

The simulator experience store was still open as usual, but since today wasn’t a holiday and it was still early, there were no customers inside, making it feel empty.

Boss Zhou fully showcased how a wealthy person lives after truly achieving financial freedom.

He was sitting in the same six-axis simulator Qin Miao had tried last time, wearing VR glasses and driving, not noticing the guests entering.

Qimeng signaled Qin Miao to be quiet, and the two sat down in the lounge area without disturbing Boss Zhou playing games.

Fortunately, they didn’t wait long; about five minutes later, Boss Zhou’s racing chair stopped changing positions, and he took off the VR headset.

Once Boss Zhou removed the VR glasses, he naturally saw the two obediently sitting on the side.

Seeing them, Boss Zhou raised his eyebrows in surprise and then smiled and asked, "You two are back so soon? How was the competition?"

While speaking, he removed his seatbelt.

Qimeng stepped forward to help, with Qin Miao following suit, but Boss Zhou playfully waved them off.

"The competition was okay, I got second place," Qin Miao honestly answered.

Upon hearing the result, Boss Zhou looked surprised.

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