"Yes, it’s me." Leclerc nodded with a smile and sincerely praised, "Your driving skills are pretty good, one of the best I’ve seen in simulation racing."
Faced with Leclerc’s compliment, Qin Miao still appeared a bit dazed and foolish.
If you put yourself in Qin Miao’s shoes at this moment, you wouldn’t find Qin Miao’s behavior surprising at all.
You initially joined a small competition just for fun, put in some effort to win, and were feeling quite pleased. Then suddenly, the person who gave you quite some pressure lifted his helmet: Surprised? I’m Leclerc, Ferrari’s F1 driver.
Anyone would be confused for a while in such a situation.
"Whoa..." After taking a moment, Qin Miao blurted out a Chinese exclamation, then somewhat overwhelmed, held Leclerc’s outstretched hand, saying, "I can’t believe it; the person I raced against is actually Leclerc."
Leclerc replied, "It’s an honor to race with you. Also, congratulations on defeating me and winning."
At this point, Leclerc pointed to something that looked very much like a camera on the side and said, "The reward for this little event is that you might appear in my documentary. Of course, you can refuse. Additionally, another reward was supposed to be a VIP ticket from the Ferrari team, but..." Leclerc paused and pointed to the wristband on Qin Miao’s hand, meaning it was quite obvious: Qin Miao was already a Ferrari VIP, so giving another ticket would be pointless.
"So, I’ll give you my helmet." Leclerc patted the white BELL helmet resting on his lap.
Originally, Qin Miao was just extremely surprised to discover Leclerc was his racing opponent. Now, with Leclerc’s reminder, Qin Miao belatedly realized he seemed to have beaten... Leclerc in the race?
"Whoa!" For a moment, an indescribable feeling of either achievement or something else filled Qin Miao’s heart, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.
However, this feeling didn’t last long; soon he felt another wave of joy as Leclerc was about to gift him a helmet he had worn!
The key point is that this helmet would be unique to Qin Miao, shamelessly speaking, it was the trophy he earned after defeating Leclerc.
"Thank you, thank you... I’m very grateful." Currently, as a fan of Wofa, being able to compete on the same simulator with one of the two Ferrari drivers, Leclerc, and then receive the helmet he wore during the race, was undoubtedly the peak moment for Qin Miao as a fan.
Qin Miao reached out to take Leclerc’s helmet, but instead of handing it over immediately, Leclerc said, "Wait a moment."
After saying this, he gestured to a staff member at the side, who promptly handed over a black marker pen.
Leclerc quickly signed his name on Qin Miao’s helmet.
After finishing the signature, Leclerc turned and asked Qin Miao, "What’s your name?"
"... Alright." After signing his name and writing a message of goodwill, Leclerc handed the helmet to Qin Miao.
Now, the white helmet not only has Leclerc’s autograph but also a special message he wrote for Qin Miao.
In this instant, Qin Miao knew he had hit the jackpot; if nothing else, just having this helmet at home would be a treasure.
After handing over the helmet, Leclerc said, "My work here is done, and I need to attend the next event. Hope you enjoy your time at Silverstone~"
Qin Miao quickly nodded and said, "Alright, I also wish you find the right setup today."
Hearing such a thoughtful blessing from the young man who had just defeated him, Leclerc was a bit surprised, glanced back at Qin Miao, and then smiled, "See you in the P room then."
Qin Miao nodded, then watched as Leclerc, surrounded by security, exited through the back door.
As he saw Leclerc leave, only then did Qin Miao have the leisure to observe the situation around him.
Once Leclerc left, Qin Miao started to wonder why, despite Leclerc appearing in an area dense with fans, no one rushed over to ask for his autograph?
Looking back, Qin Miao noticed that at some point, a crowd had gathered around the simulator, many of whom were Ferrari fans dressed in Ferrari gear. In front of them was a wall of security personnel, keeping everyone firmly outside.
It seems this little event had been planned by the organizers in advance, with security measures thoroughly in place.
Only after Leclerc’s departure did the security gradually release the crowded fans.
Now that Leclerc was gone, most fans turned away in disappointment.
Only now did Qin Miao belatedly realize that he had completely ignored the noisy clamor behind him while chatting with Leclerc earlier.
However, as soon as security released the crowd, a few people eagerly approached Qin Miao. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel✶fire.net
One person opened directly with, "Hey man, how about transferring Leclerc’s signed helmet to me? I’ll offer 5000 British Pounds in cash."