Qin Miao’s physical assessment results came out quickly. Unlike the medical exams at the hospital that still required time for verification, the test data recorded and observed by the computer was available much faster.
The internal system of the computer had already provided a professional evaluation based on Qin Miao’s test data.
After nearly an hour of effort in the afternoon, Qin Miao’s efforts transformed into a thin sheet of A4 paper, now in the hands of both the doctor and many people who were keeping an eye on Qin Miao.
Lawson, the head of the training program, naturally was the first to obtain Qin Miao’s physical assessment data, as he was Qin Miao’s direct supervisor after all.
Seeing the physical quality of this 18-year-old kid, which was on par with some F1 drivers, even Lawson, who had been somewhat mentally prepared, was slightly taken aback.
In fact, someone with some talent could generally achieve such physical fitness, but the amount of sweat and effort required is beyond imagination for a normal person.
It’s unreasonable for such frightening physical fitness to appear in a kid who has just turned 18.
Combined with Qin Miao’s driving skills, which also shouldn’t belong to someone his age, Lawson had a strong feeling that Qin Miao would be the next genius to emerge from the Ferrari training program, with a potential to catch up with Leclerc.
Lawson had a premonition that he was going to be promoted.
Having already nurtured the talented driver Leclerc for Ferrari, Lawson’s words and seniority within Ferrari were already substantial; now he just needed a catalyst...
Now Lawson felt that this catalyst had arrived...
After completing the first project, Qin Miao naturally moved on to the next one, which was the driving skills test.
Thanks to the guidance of Zhou Guanyu, Qin Miao spent considerable time at Zhou’s home on the simulator racing Ferrari’s private track: the Fiorano Circuit.
Yet, for some reason, the system did not increase Qin Miao’s proficiency on this track, possibly because this Ferrari-exclusive track had never hosted any influential large-scale events and was mostly used for testing Ferrari vehicles.
Qin Miao initially thought he would be testing with an F3 Formula racing car on this track, or at best, an F2.
However, when the car Qin Miao needed to drive finally appeared in front of him, he realized that Ferrari had not prepared a Formula racing car for him at all; they had prepared a red Ferrari 488.
Originally, Qin Miao thought he would need to get familiar with the car Ferrari had prepared for him at the beginning of the test. But seeing the familiar 488 in front of him, Qin Miao knew he could skip the familiarization process.
Qin Miao already had decent driving skills, plus his familiarity with the track, and now Ferrari had prepared a car very familiar to him, the 488 again.
Although this 488’s performance was slightly inferior compared to his own 488 Pista, his sense of unity with his own 488 Pista was not transferred to this car.
Yet, since both cars shared the same model’s chassis, and many parts of the design were similar, while he couldn’t handle this 488 as effortlessly as his 488 Pista, he still found it quite manageable.
Naturally, Qin Miao’s final test results were excellent, better than many people had imagined.
After the test, as he drove the car back to the pit area, Qin Miao had just parked it and hadn’t even gotten out when a large crowd gathered around him.
All these people had kind, warm smiles on their faces, congratulating Qin Miao on joining the Ferrari family.
However, they were quite tactful. Although they didn’t conceal their friendliness at all, strangely, they maintained a proper sense of distance, preventing Qin Miao from feeling uncomfortable.
This was normal, as their goal was to befriend Qin Miao, and leaving a bad impression would be counterproductive.
Once Qin Miao got out of the car, they warmly approached him.
"Qin! Congratulations on officially joining Ferrari. I’m the head of Ferrari’s HR department. We’ll be colleagues from now on, let’s support each other..."
"Congratulations, young man, welcome to our family. I’m the head of the marketing department at Ferrari..."
"Looking at you, it’s like watching a rising star of the future, welcome aboard..."
Various people, with all sorts of colorful blessings, followed in succession. Everyone who looked at Qin Miao wore the most genuine smiles, and their eyes were filled with joy and anticipation, possibly a bit eager to try something?
Frankly speaking, Qin Miao felt somewhat overwhelmed by this scene. Chapters first released on novel✶fire.net
He had a slight touch of social anxiety, plus a mild difficulty in recognizing the appearances of foreigners. So seeing so many people talking to him at once, his brain slightly stalled.
He wanted to remember the names of those greeting him, but before he could, the next person would make him forget the self-introduction of the previous one.
In the end, Qin Miao could only mechanically shake hands and nod with these people, unable to utter a single word.
Fortunately, someone came to his rescue at that moment.
"Hey, gentlemen, I think you should give the young man some more space." Lawson’s voice sounded from outside the crowd.
The crowd naturally made way for him, and Lawson smiled and greeted others as he walked in.