At this moment, Qin Miao already has 5 Golden Lotteries. That means he only needs 5 more to do a ten-time Golden Lottery draw.
Feeling gradually more excited about the sensation of winning the championship, Qin Miao’s determination to surge forward on the track intensified.
With a sense of curiosity about new skills, Qin Miao decided not to lie in bed any longer. After tossing and turning himself around quite a bit last night, he gave a light kiss on the face of the still-sleeping Qimeng, lifted the blanket, and got out of bed. Nonetheless, Qin Miao didn’t forget to tuck in the corners of the blanket for her.
After getting up, Qin Miao, with his clothes in hand, was putting them on in the living room while calling Zhou Guanyu on speakerphone from his mobile.
Despite being happy for Qin Miao’s victory yesterday, Zhou Guanyu knew that F1 drivers are usually quite busy after a race, so he hadn’t gotten the chance to congratulate him yet. Upon seeing the call from Qin Miao, his morning irritation dissipated completely: "Hello? What’s up?"
"Are you up yet? Get on iRacing, the brand-new F1 championship winner is going to give you some racing technique tips." As Qin Miao finished getting dressed, he said while heading toward his computer room, "A rare opportunity, you miss it, you wait a year."
Hearing Qin Miao’s words, Zhou Guanyu was filled with question marks, wondering what kind of wind this guy was blowing today.
Even though he didn’t know what was going on with Qin Miao, Zhou Guanyu still managed to drag himself out of bed. Just as Qin Miao said, having an F1-level driver give you driving tips is a rare thing, even if that person is a friend who loves teasing you.
After all, becoming an F1 driver means not having enough time even to rest and relax, let alone guide someone else.
"Wait a moment, I’ll get up and dress."
Zhou Guanyu hung up after saying this.
And Qin Miao also turned on his simulator equipment, put on his gloves, ready to use his newly obtained skill to push Zhou Guanyu a bit.
Soon, Zhou Guanyu’s still slightly muffled voice appeared on the TS channel they both commonly use.
"What’s up with today?"
Qin Miao said, "Stop the nonsense, get on the game, let’s spar a bit, feel it for yourself."
After speaking, they started a practice race, not with F1 but with F4.
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Upon entering the game, Qin Miao let Zhou Guanyu move past him and then applied his skill on Zhou Guanyu from behind.
Instantly, beside Zhou Guanyu’s car in the game, there appeared a progress bar like a holographic projection. The progress bar was still at 0%, which probably represented that Zhou Guanyu wasn’t feeling any pressure yet.
Qin Miao thought for a moment and then said, "I’ll attack you in a moment, you defend with all your might."
Of course, Zhou Guanyu had no reason to refuse, and after adjusting his mindset, Qin Miao saw the progress bar on Zhou Guanyu’s car slowly increase, about 1% every five seconds.
Seeing this rate of increase, Qin Miao slightly furrowed his brow, was this speed a bit slow?
Could it be because of the game that the pressure created by his skill didn’t fully transmit to Zhou Guanyu? Or was it due to Zhou Guanyu’s good mentality, or some other reason?
In any case, Qin Miao felt this was not the effect a gold-level skill should have.