Downstairs, I found the sightseeing cart, and the two of us took it all the way to the F2 team’s base at the British Grand Prix.
We all know that F1 cars rely on large trailer devices for transport, but F2 teams don’t have such luxury. Their vehicle transport equipment is just containers.
F1 teams park inside the track’s pit buildings, while F2 teams’ parking areas depend on the track.
Some tracks have at least 20 pit buildings, so F2 teams can get a pit building during the race.
But if there aren’t enough pit buildings, F2 teams can only use the open space planned by the organizers and set up a temporary parking area with the tents they brought.
Silverstone is the latter. After all, it’s an old track without enough pit buildings for F2 teams to use.
In front of Qin Miao was a cluster of tents, with boards separating the teams’ tents to ensure privacy. The source of thɪs content is novel⚑fire.net
There were no F2 cars under these tents yet. Those F2 cars were still heading back on the track, but there were already F2 team staff pushing trolleys loaded with F2 car tires back to their tents.
After arriving here, Qin Miao realized he didn’t know the F2 team management and wasn’t sure who to approach with his doubts.
But Qin Miao quickly relaxed, as this thought just arose spontaneously, and if it worked out, he’d be happy, but if not, it wouldn’t bother him.
Actually, it was all thanks to Qin Miao’s system, which gave him the means and confidence to pursue his ideas.
Since he was there, Qin Miao wanted to meet the British round’s F2 pole-winner, Zhou Guanyu.
So after hitting a wall, Qin Miao didn’t rush to leave but instead found where Zhou Guanyu’s team was located with Qimeng.
The drivers hadn’t returned yet, and Qin Miao, wearing a Ferrari hat, seemed out of place in the atmosphere of Zhou Guanyu’s F2 team.
Because the team’s sponsor was Renault, and the team belonged to the Renault Sports Academy.
So many people looked curiously at the young couple.
Qin Miao felt a bit embarrassed, as young people often haven’t cultivated a thick skin.
But it was okay; before Qin Miao couldn’t handle it, F2 cars began being pushed back from the pit area.
The F2 drivers also returned in groups to their team rest area.
With his sharp eyes, Qin Miao immediately spotted Zhou Guanyu among the drivers.
Taking off his Ferrari hat, Qin Miao took the marker pen handed to him by Qimeng and approached Zhou Guanyu.
"Zhou Guanyu! Could I trouble you for your autograph?"
Hearing a familiar yet somewhat distant hometown accent, Zhou Guanyu, who was chatting with familiar drivers, turned his head and saw Qin Miao.
Young—that was Zhou Guanyu’s first impression of the boy before him, possibly younger than himself.
But for some reason, he naturally exuded a confident yet unassuming aura rarely found in peers.
Of course, Zhou Guanyu had no reason to refuse his request and was even a bit happy.
Because this was his first fan abroad, appearing after he set the fastest lap in the British Grand Prix F2 qualifying, it’s memorable for him.
But seeing Qin Miao handed over a Ferrari hat made Zhou Guanyu hesitate.
Although Zhou Guanyu was formerly with the Ferrari Young Driver Academy, he had transferred to the Renault Sports Academy, so signing a Ferrari hat seemed inappropriate.
But who cares, the person in front of him was a compatriot, and he was just an F2 driver without strict team restrictions in this area, so he signed.
Zhou Guanyu signed his name on Qin Miao’s Ferrari hat.
At this time, Zhou Guanyu was also young and without much scheming.
If Qin Miao took the hat around to brag, Zhou Guanyu might not be punished, but it would undoubtedly annoy Renault’s youth training higher-ups, which could cause internal discord for Zhou Guanyu or even trouble.
Of course, Qin Miao also wasn’t someone who liked harming others without benefiting himself, and asking Zhou Guanyu to sign his Ferrari hat was simply because he couldn’t find anything else at the moment; he wasn’t that scheming.
"Thanks!" Seeing the other party sign his hat in Chinese, Qin Miao sincerely said, "Your performance today was awesome! Good luck in tomorrow’s race and aim for P1!"
Zhou Guanyu replied with an official tone, "Thanks for your support. I will strive to fight for first place!"
This wasn’t Zhou Guanyu brushing off Qin Miao. He knew his current strength, and merely getting pole position wouldn’t necessarily mean winning the race.