The qualifying session ended just like that. Honestly, watching the cars speeding by on the track, along with Leclerc’s pointers in the P room, everything stirred Qin Miao’s deep longing for racing.
Luckily, there were plenty of simulator experience zones in the paddock, as these devices were the cheapest and most convenient way for fans to experience F1 racing.
The organizers, for promotional reasons, would certainly prepare more of such equipment during the Grand Prix.
There were even some tourists here who held a small competition using these simulator machines.
Qin Miao originally wanted to join in the fun, but upon asking, he found out that this was the last race of the day. If Qin Miao wanted to participate, he would have to come back the next day.
Since he couldn’t join the race, Qin Miao wasn’t upset. Instead, he simply found an empty simulator and went for a few laps, indulging his craving and verifying what Leclerc had said about not needing to ease off the throttle at Silverstone T9 in a Ferrari.
What he said was true, but the timing of the entry had to be right; otherwise, you’d end up throwing it all away in an instant.
After leaving the simulator experience zone, the two strolled around the paddock, and Qin Miao even saw English teacher Steiner and Alfa Romeo’s team principal Vassel having a chat about something unknown.
It would be impolite to disturb them at that moment, so Qin Miao just curiously glanced at them and then took Qimeng out of the paddock.
Back at the hotel, Qin Miao still went downstairs to the gym to work out.
But this time, Qimeng didn’t stick around Qin Miao.
As Qin Miao relentlessly improved, Qimeng didn’t want to stand still either, so she picked up a book and started studying again. Content originally comes from NoveI~Fire.net
Just like usual, when he arrived at the gym, Qin Miao was about to find a 10-pound weight plate to train his arm muscles when he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the gym.
"Zhou Guanyu?" He called out somewhat uncertainly.
Zhou Guanyu, who was lifting weights in the gym, heard a somewhat familiar voice, turned his head toward the entrance of the gym.
Upon seeing Qin Miao, Zhou Guanyu seemed quite surprised, recognizing Qin Miao immediately, though he was somewhat puzzled.
In Zhou Guanyu’s impression, Qin Miao was just a tourist attending the British Grand Prix, here to relax, so why was he in the gym lifting weights?
"What a coincidence." Though puzzled, Zhou Guanyu put down what he was holding and greeted.
Once the other stood up straight, Qin Miao noticed Zhou Guanyu, without his racing suit and only in a T-shirt, had very pronounced muscle lines, comparable to his own.
Nodding, Qin Miao said, "Indeed, it’s too much of a coincidence. I just came back from the paddock, preparing to hit the gym a bit."
After saying that, Qin Miao noticed the fine beads of sweat on Zhou Guanyu’s forehead, and a light bulb went off in Qin Miao’s mind.
Even though Kong Youming’s training had significantly improved Qin Miao’s stamina attributes, making it foreseeable that breaking through the 80-point stamina attribute was just a matter of time.
But Qin Miao was just curious about the specific subjects of Zhou Guanyu’s fitness training as an F2 driver and how they differed from his regular routine.
Thinking of this, Qin Miao directly asked, "By the way, can I ask you a few questions?"
Zhou Guanyu didn’t hesitate much and nodded. Meeting here was indeed a stroke of fate, and satisfying the other party’s curiosity wouldn’t delay anything for him.
"How do you F2 drivers generally train your stamina? I mean, what are the specific subjects during your daily stamina training?"
Zhou Guanyu was about to summarize it for Qin Miao, but then he thought, wasn’t he already in the gym? What’s the point of explaining, just let him try it out directly? He was planning to train anyway, so this would just increase the training volume slightly.
"Wanna try it out? I’ll show you." Zhou Guanyu stood up directly.
Qin Miao had no objections.
Skipping the running part, after a simple warm-up, the two of them found a place to support their backs, holding a 10-kilogram dumbbell plate as steering wheels, training arm strength and core abdominal strength.
Qin Miao observed, recognizing this training subject, thinking, "I’m familiar with this! Old Kong trains me every day."
The two sat side by side, legs flat, like sitting in the cockpit of an F1 car.
Then they tightened their muscles and lifted the dumbbell plates in front of their chests, starting to rhythmically turn left and right.
At this moment, Qin Miao felt a sense of competition with Zhou Guanyu to see who had better arm strength, so he did it with great dedication.
Usually, Qin Miao would perform this subject in five-minute sets, doing three sets in total.
But with an F2 driver beside him, five minutes passed, and yet Qin Miao didn’t put down the dumbbell plate; he continued doing the moves while subtly observing Zhou Guanyu’s situation through the corner of his eye.
Zhou Guanyu also felt a bit trapped at this point. Originally, his training pace was the same as Qin Miao’s, five minutes per set, three sets in total.
But once the five minutes were up, he noticed that his compatriot beside him still hadn’t put down the dumbbell plate he was holding.
As a young guy, Zhou Guanyu couldn’t stand such provocation. If you don’t put it down, I won’t either—let’s see who has more endurance!