"The Genius of F2? Or Just an Arrogant Jerk with No Manners?"
This column mainly focuses on Qin Miao’s isolation of others within the Ferrari Academy and his arrogant demeanor during interviews.
To put it simply, it’s an article that doesn’t paint Qin Miao’s reputation in a good light.
Although F2 gets some attention, its overall audience isn’t as large as F1’s, and many people might not even know about F2.
Just like that famous line Alonso said during a race: "GP2 engine."
GP2 is the predecessor of F2, and because of Alonso’s remark, many got to know about the existence of the F2/GP2 series.
If you look at it strictly, out of about fifteen F1 viewers, only one would know the names of a few F2 drivers.
However, this report was seen by many, was widely circulated, and gave a lot of F1 viewers their first impression of Qin Miao.
Young and impetuous, arrogant, disregarding others, proud.
The report deliberately avoids discussing Qin Miao’s current dominance in the F2 arena and focuses heavily on his daily conduct issues.
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These false pieces of information also brought quite a bit of trouble to Qin Miao, who was just entering F1 next season.
But that’s a story for another time.
After leaving the paddock, Qin Miao took a cab to Zhou Guanyu’s house.
Zhou Guanyu won the championship today, and as per their team’s tradition, they host a dinner event whenever a driver wins.
But due to his status, Qin Miao wasn’t suited to join such gatherings, so he chose to head to Zhou Guanyu’s place first.
On the way, he casually bought some frozen food, planning to just eat a little something once he got there. Although he could boil some chicken breast from Zhou Guanyu’s fridge, Qin Miao didn’t feel like having something so bland today.
Not in the best mood, Qin Miao decided to turn his frustration into appetite.
However, when Qin Miao scanned Zhou Guanyu’s door with his fingerprint, he found the lights inside the house on.
Qin Miao paused, instinctively thinking it was probably Zhou Guanyu’s family or some friends visiting.
But then he noticed a pair of sports shoes he was familiar with and realized that the visitor was the girl from his own place, Qimeng.
Though a bit puzzled about why Qimeng was there at this time, the low-spirited Qin Miao didn’t bother to give it much thought.
After taking off his shoes and putting on slippers, he entered the room and found Qimeng reading in the study.
When Qin Miao noticed Qimeng, she spotted him too.
As soon as she saw Qin Miao, Qimeng broke into a bright smile with her collagen-rich face: "You’re back~ I prepared dinner for you, it’s in the microwave, just heat it up and you can eat."
Qin Miao, on the other hand, didn’t say a word. He just walked over and hugged Qimeng tightly.
Qimeng gently smiled and patted Qin Miao’s back, saying soothingly, "There, there, it’s all in the past now, I’m here~"
Qimeng had been dealing with a lot lately, coupled with the broader circumstances, she hadn’t planned on going out much recently.
But seeing Qin Miao’s unexpected errors on TV, and his stance with arms akimbo in the rain beside the car after getting out, really tugged at her heartstrings.
She decided not to continue with her own matters, turned off the TV, and took a direct flight to England.
This explains why Qin Miao, after just finishing his race, having a meeting, and chatting with Roxin, found Qimeng at home.
Last night, Zhou Guanyu and his crew had a wild night out.
He didn’t come back at all, and when Qin Miao saw him again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
Zhou Guanyu returned with a bunch of snacks that athletes should typically avoid, like spicy sticks, cola, and chips.
His intention was to comfort Qin Miao, who had suffered a defeat in the race.
Being tough guys, they can’t express tender comforting words, so Zhou Guanyu thought sitting together to eat these normally-forbidden snacks and play games all afternoon was the best way to cheer up his friend.
But when the confident Zhou Guanyu opened the door, he saw Qin Miao and Qimeng cuddled together on his sofa, engrossed in a movie, so much so that they hadn’t noticed him returning.
At that moment, Zhou Guanyu really felt like the third wheel, and even the snacks he’d brought seemed redundant.
"Ahem!" Zhou Guanyu coughed to catch their attention as he approached from behind.
Qin Miao, with Qimeng in his arms, turned around and said, "Oh, isn’t this the F2 Sprint Race champion of the British Grand Prix? Done partying? Finally decided to come home?"
Zhou Guanyu rolled his eyes, "Bad choice of friends, I kindly bought snacks to cheer someone up, and this ungrateful guy greets me with sarcasm?"
It was only then that Qin Miao noticed the snacks in Zhou Guanyu’s hand. Although Zhou Guanyu wasn’t around to monitor him anymore, Qin Miao knew better than to indulge. Even with health supplements as a buffer, eating junk food still had its risks, though minimal; thus, he restrained himself to only a couple of times on rare occasions when he really craved carbonated drinks and fried foods.