Qin Miao brought Qimeng back to the hotel. After digesting the evening meal, Qimeng asked Qin Miao to go downstairs to the gym to work out, while she prepared to read a book and study the process for applying for a Schengen visa, to save them both some time.
But just then, Qin Miao’s phone rang.
Qin Miao was somewhat surprised, because for so many years, rarely would someone take the initiative to contact him in daily life, unless they wanted to borrow money from him or something like that.
Taking out his phone for a look, Qin Miao found out it was Zhou Guanyu contacting him.
[Hey, are you free? How about some evening snacks tonight?]
Somewhat unexpectedly, Qin Miao raised his eyebrows and handed the phone over to Qimeng, who was peering at his screen curiously by his side.
"It’s Xiaozhou." Upon seeing the contact name, Qimeng relaxed completely and then said, "If you want to go, go ahead, but it’s still early now; go after you finish working out."
Qin Miao knew well enough what was important, so after nodding, he took back the phone and replied: [Sounds good, but I just got back, and haven’t finished today’s physical training yet, so I won’t be free until later.]
The other side quickly replied: [You’re too dedicated! You’re making me feel a sense of crisis.]
[How about joining me? (Funny face)] Qin Miao teased with a smile, then started changing clothes and headed downstairs to the gym.
Racing is an extremely physically demanding sport, something Qin Miao who has participated in competitions knows deeply.
Therefore, Qin Miao thought that Zhou Guanyu, who had just run 50 laps on the track today, would refuse the invitation due to exhaustion or similar reasons.
In the elevator, Qin Miao, seeing the reply from the other side, smacked his lips, thinking just how committed these F2 racers are. After the race, instead of resting well, they still insist on working out.
[I’m on my way down] Qin Miao texted.
[Be there soon] the other side replied.
The two met again in the gym. Now Zhou Guanyu’s mood had clearly adjusted, no longer as lackluster as when the morning race concluded.
Upon meeting, Zhou Guanyu tossed over a bottle of mineral water to Qin Miao, since professional racers mostly avoid carbonated drinks.
Qin Miao caught it but didn’t open it. Instead, he showed it to Zhou Guanyu, displaying the thermos cup he was holding.
It was the health potion Qin Miao won in a lottery, taken out from the system before entering the elevator. Googlᴇ search NovelHub(.)net
Although Zhou Guanyu had been living in the UK since he was 14, he was still very familiar with the classic black thermos cup in Qin Miao’s hand.
"Carrying that thermos makes you seem like you have the special aura of middle-aged folks," Zhou Guanyu joked.
Qin Miao rolled his eyes: "What do you know? This is called foresight. While others start using thermoses with goji berries at 40, I’m doing it at 18, skipping 20 years of detours."
But before Zhou Guanyu could say anything, Qin Miao changed the subject, saying: "Got some good news for you."
Zhou Guanyu found some space and, while warming up, began speaking: "Tell me."
"I’ve become your junior."
Zhou Guanyu looked at Qin Miao puzzledly, not quite understanding what he meant: "Junior? What junior?"
Qin Miao said, "Didn’t you belong to the Ferrari Driver Academy before?"
Zhou Guanyu nodded and said, "Yeah, I joined the Ferrari Driver Academy around 2014, when I was about 15 years old."
At this point, Zhou Guanyu suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Qin Miao incredulously asking: "Don’t tell me you also joined the Ferrari Driver Academy?"
Qin Miao smiled and snapped his fingers: "Smart."
Zhou Guanyu gazed at Qin Miao, who was grinning widely, wanting to speak but holding back.
Having spent time at Ferrari, Zhou Guanyu knew well that Ferrari is indeed a team with deep roots and is the only team to have never missed any F1 Grand Prix. Their supercars are renowned worldwide.
But as far as Zhou Guanyu is concerned, Ferrari’s youth training system is really hard to describe.
One key reason Zhou Guanyu left Ferrari’s youth training program for Renault’s was that Ferrari’s program was just too crowded, leading to an oversupply situation internally.
But more regrettably, Ferrari’s main resources were all focused on their Crown Prince, while ordinary individuals like him and Qin Miao, who lacked background at Ferrari, were basically just accompanying the Crown Prince in study. Rise? Without resources for cultivation, how does one rise?
Though Zhou Guanyu wanted to advise Qin Miao to leave this pit called Ferrari, at this moment the relationship between Zhou Guanyu and Qin Miao was merely friendly enough to invite each other to meals without concern.
However, when it comes to significant matters impacting someone’s life and real interests, with the relationship they share, Zhou Guanyu really found it difficult to advise him on anything.
Therefore, after hesitating for a while, Zhou Guanyu did not express his true inner thoughts. Instead, he asked, "What’s the situation? Why did you suddenly join Ferrari?"
Qin Miao didn’t notice the change on Zhou Guanyu’s face, proudly saying, "The guy from Ferrari’s youth training program, what’s his name? The one with curly hair."
"Lawson, Jeenque Lawson." Zhou Guanyu added from the side.
Qin Miao quickly nodded: "Yeah, yeah, him. When he saw me, he said I have extraordinary talent, a commanding presence, and am destined for greatness, and praised me a lot as the perfect choice for revitalizing Ferrari.