This method was something Qin Miao came up with when he was bored. At that time, Qin Miao struggled with the timing for throttle application on a few corners, so he pondered over how to operate in his mind.
As he thought about it, he realized that he could actually recreate the entire track model in his mind.
Moreover, the length, width, and even the elevation changes of the entire track model could all appear in Qin Miao’s mind.
And the deviation of this model would not exceed five meters, after all, it was recreated in his mind, so a little error was normal.
In addition to his understanding of the F4 type car, Qin Miao found that he could actually combine the two, simulating cornering using the F4 he felt in his mind on the track in his mind.
Turning his attention back to the present, Qin Miao felt that the AMG GT underneath him was like another limb of his body, as easy to control as his own hands.
With this feedback which was more distinct than the F4, Qin Miao found that using the AMG GT on his mental track simulation provided even more realistic and clear feedback than the F4.
Qin Miao realized he could do lap times in his mind with this car.
The only pity was that the practice laps he simulated in his mind were not recognized by the practice lap system, so he didn’t get any track proficiency.
Despite this, Qin Miao still learned more aggressive cornering techniques and became familiar with the timing of throttle application at several consecutive corners using this method. Whether it would really be effective could only be proven on the track.
Just as Qin Miao continued to close his eyes, ready to "drive" this car to Spa for a try.
From the left side of Qin Miao came the sound of knocking on the window.
Qin Miao had to withdraw from this state that felt very comfortable to him.
He frowned at the driver’s side window, where a young man who looked a few years older than himself was standing outside his car window.
Qin Miao didn’t get out, he just lowered the car window.
"Hello friend, could you do us a favor? We have four friends who all need to compete, but we don’t want to split up and would like to be in the same garage. Would it be convenient for you to switch cars?"
The other party spoke politely, without the overbearing attitude of a rich person.
If it were five minutes ago, Qin Miao would definitely not have hesitated, after all, it was just a convenient favor.
But now it’s not possible, Qin Miao had already used his only Skill Card, and the most important thing is that Qimeng only recognizes his current car. If he changes cars now, Qimeng won’t be able to find his position in the race later.
However, given the other party’s politeness, Qin Miao couldn’t just bluntly refuse.
So Qin Miao apologetically explained, "I’m really sorry, if you had asked ten minutes earlier I would’ve given you the car, but my girlfriend has gone to the viewing gallery upstairs. She knows I’m driving this red car, and if I switch cars, I’m afraid she won’t be able to find me."
The other party scratched his head, "Can’t you just make a phone call? Brother, please do us a favor."
Qin Miao helplessly spread his hands, "I’d love to help, but I, one, don’t remember my girlfriend’s phone number, and two, didn’t bring my phone, I’m really sorry."
The other party scratched his head again but seeing that Qin Miao really couldn’t change cars, he had no choice but to give up.
"Sorry for disturbing you."
Qin Miao nodded and closed the window.
After the other party left, Qin Miao started simulating again, but no sooner had he reached halfway in Spa, the window was knocked once more.
Honestly, Qin Miao felt a bit annoyed now.
Didn’t I say it was inconvenient to change?
Is there no end to this?
Qin Miao frowned and opened the car window again, but since he was wearing a helmet, the person outside couldn’t see Qin Miao’s expression.
It was the same young man who knocked on the car window again.
With a somewhat embarrassed negotiating tone, he said, "Bro, here’s the thing, my friends and I really don’t want to be separated, but you also have your inconveniences. Why not let our extra friend sit in your passenger seat to experience the race’s feel, how does that sound?"
Since the other party was quite polite, and Qin Miao had decided to prioritize accompanying Qimeng, he didn’t care much about getting a top-three finish in today’s race, so having an extra hundred pounds of weight in the car didn’t matter.
In addition, not wanting his train of thought to be constantly interrupted by these people, Qin Miao sighed and nodded.
"Thank you, then bro, it’s no trouble. We’ll treat you to dinner later," expressed gratitude to Qin Miao, this young man immediately called, "Yu! Come over, get in this car."
At the signal, a man wearing a t-shirt and shorts, with just a helmet on his head, came over.
After acknowledging the young man next to Qin Miao, he got straight into the passenger seat of Qin Miao’s car.
The other was also very courteous, opening the visor on his helmet after sitting down, and reaching out to Qin Miao first, "Hey bro, sorry for the trouble, but my friends and I made a small bet before coming. If I don’t participate, they’ll have an excuse to mock me. Hope I’m not causing you any trouble."
Qin Miao shook hands with him, after all, it’s hard to be hostile to a smiling face.
"No problem, it’s all about participation."
"I’m Yu Jialiang, just call me Yu."
"Qin Miao, Qin as in Emperor Qin, Miao as in three waters Miao." Qin Miao introduced himself.
Yu Jialiang was a very chatty person, seeing the equipment Qin Miao had was more professional than his and his friends’, he curiously asked, "Bro, what’s up with this gear? Do you often do racing?"
Qin Miao replied embarrassed, "No, my girlfriend prepared it for safety. Believe it or not, this is only my third time on track."
Upon hearing Qin Miao’s words, Yu Jialiang’s gaze dimmed a little, but it was hardly noticeable under the helmet, and he quickly returned to normal, joking lightheartedly, "Qin Miao, drive steadily later, our lives are in your hands now."
Qin Miao just chuckled; he was someone who could take a joke, "Don’t worry, I’m still here, if anything happens, we’ll have company on the way."
"No thanks, you can go by yourself if you want, no need to trouble you to bring me along."
After a few simple exchanges, Qin Miao found the other quite interesting.
While the two were chatting, Qin Miao’s headset also transmitted the engineer’s voice.
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"Copy that," Qin Miao replied, then turned to Yu Jialiang and said, "Yu, the qualifying race is about to start, buckle up."
"Oh, oh... okay." Yu Jialiang hurriedly turned around and fastened the three-point seat belt.
Although this was a race, the AMG GT’s performance wasn’t that strong, and even in a qualifying race, the G-force wouldn’t exceed 2.5G, so a regular vehicle’s three-point seat belt was adequate for the need.
In the countdown of this last minute, Qin Miao, who was previously very calm, suddenly felt nervous. If a heart rate monitor were attached to him, it would show that his heart rate had risen to 120 at this moment.
To divert his inner tension, Qin Miao casually started a topic, "By the way, what was that bet you made?"
The other party responded nonchalantly, "Oh, it’s nothing much, just that the four of us each drive a car, whoever places higher at the end of the race wins, and the other three have to treat them."
Qin Miao nodded in understanding.