However, Qin Miao’s name and image have been etched in the minds of quite a few racing fans, firstly because Qin Miao’s looks are indeed impressive, and secondly because Ferrari’s youth training has given him additional points.
On this day, Qin Miao completed his morning routine physical training. Although his stamina attributes didn’t increase much, he could feel that the time needed to complete the standard training load was consistently decreasing, so he usually had at least an hour and a half of free time after finishing his morning training.
During this time, Qin Miao would often head to Ferrari’s F1 team.
Because Qin Miao also served as Ferrari F1 team’s simulator driver, the Ferrari aerodynamics department and engine department, which were originally off-limits to him, had also opened their doors, eagerly waiting for Qin Miao’s attention.
After all, as a simulator driver, it’s necessary for him to communicate with the engineers about problems found in the simulator and the driving sensations brought by new parts.
This led Qin Miao to get acquainted with another Chinese person working at Ferrari: Li Qin.
She was a generation older than Qin Miao, so he called her Sister Qin.
Li Qin worked in Ferrari’s aerodynamics department, where her outstanding abilities usually made her the head of a sub-project.
Facing a fellow countryman who was both good-looking and skilled, Li Qin naturally felt a basic level of goodwill towards him. Moreover, because they needed to maintain communication for work, the two gradually became familiar with each other.
Now, Qin Miao would drop by her place to chat whenever he had time, conveniently grabbing some soda and snacks.
He had no choice; in the training room he was supervised by Lubos, and at home, Qimeng was in charge. If Qin Miao wanted to snack, Sister Qin’s place was his only option.
Sometimes, Qin Miao really felt like he was engaged in guerrilla warfare.
Just as Qin Miao was about to repeat his usual antics of finishing off half a bottle of soda and a pack of Weilong at Sister Qin’s, his phone rang with a call from Lubos.
When he picked up, Lubos’ voice came across the line: "I forgot to tell you, the Boss asked you to drop by after your morning training."
"Oh." Qin Miao responded simply. Read full story at n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Seeing Qin Miao’s nonchalant attitude, Lubos added: "Everyone from the academy is going. If nothing unexpected happens, the evaluations for next year’s driver seats are starting..."
Qin Miao was taken aback, and then he visibly snapped to attention.
MGJ, I’ve worked tirelessly all this time, wasn’t it just to taste the pie Mr. Lawson’s been drawing?
Now it’s finally time for them to deliver on the promise of that pie.
Now, I have the talent and the capability, and even connections; securing a driver’s seat is a sure thing. I just don’t know if I’ll have to linger in F3 for a year before moving up to F2.
"Okay, I got it. I’m on my way now." Qin Miao replied, then hung up the phone and headed towards the direction of Ferrari’s headquarters.
He soon arrived in front of Lawson’s office, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
Lawson’s voice came from behind the door: "Come in."
Qin Miao pushed the door open and walked in, a smile naturally forming on his face.
The former Qin Miao, still in school, treated all his classmates and teachers equally, managing to remain neither overly humble nor arrogant.
But after spending time at Ferrari, Qin Miao had come to realize some subtle workplace skills.
A simple smile, a warm greeting could very possibly get someone to help you with something that might be a small favor to them, but incredibly challenging for you.
So Qin Miao had also picked up some of these habits, which could be good or bad.
However, Qin Miao never forgot his true priority: eat well, drink well, and live happily.
"Mr. Lawson, you wanted to see me?"