"What are you planning to do next?" Qin Miao asked casually while towel-drying his hair.
Zhou Guanyu didn’t hide anything: "Planning to go back and rest. There are two F2 races tomorrow."
Qin Miao nodded: "I’ll be in the paddock to cheer for you tomorrow. I hope you can achieve a good result, preferably bring P1 back."
Zhou Guanyu shook his head and said: "My teammate is quite formidable, but if I don’t make any mistakes at the start, there’s a good chance I can bring P1 back."
"Good luck." Qin Miao reached out to Zhou Guanyu.
The other party shook hands with Qin Miao again: "Thanks, see you."
He didn’t exchange contact information with the other person, after all, they had only trained together once and weren’t familiar enough for that.
However, after returning to the hotel room, while cuddling Qimeng, Qin Miao still mentioned the encounter.
Qimeng listened carefully to Qin Miao’s recount of the incident and analyzed the pros and cons for him.
The conclusion was, besides other things, having more friends opens more paths.
Since both had the serendipitous meeting at the gym and trained together, there was already a basis for exchanging contact information.
Exchanging contact information and greeting each other during holidays was still necessary.
However, since Qin Miao didn’t exchange contact information this time, he let it go. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
After listening to the analysis, Qin Miao knowingly nodded and noted down how to handle such situations in the future.
The night passed without word.
The next morning, Qin Miao struggled a bit to extract his numbed arm from Qimeng’s embrace.
After getting dressed and freshening up, he went to the gym downstairs.
Originally, Qin Miao was just doing his morning exercise, with simple routines, merely jogging 5 kilometers on the treadmill.
Unexpectedly, when Qin Miao opened the gym door again, he saw Zhou Guanyu inside.
At that moment, Zhou Guanyu was running on the treadmill with a pair of white wireless earphones, judging from the sweat on his forehead, he had been running for a while.
Qin Miao approached Zhou Guanyu again, started the treadmill, and greeted: "Morning."
Although Zhou Guanyu was wearing earphones, the volume of his music wasn’t very high, and Qin Miao’s voice wasn’t quiet either, so he could hear him clearly.
Upon hearing the voice next to him, Zhou Guanyu knew who had come to his side.
He nodded and responded: "Morning."
After greeting each other, neither spoke further; both trained daily and knew that talking during running could cause shortness of breath.
So after a simple greeting, Qin Miao and Zhou Guanyu silently started running together.
Seeing Zhou Guanyu’s pace, Qin Miao adjusted his treadmill to match his speed.
Today’s Qin Miao wasn’t competing with Zhou Guanyu like he did yesterday; it was just a morning workout, merely meant to awaken body functions.
Zhou Guanyu finished running before Qin Miao, but after completing his exercise, he didn’t leave immediately, instead, he waited by the gym entrance, sipping water and waiting for Qin Miao to finish his workout.
Given their fortune of meeting twice at the gym, and both being drivers, Zhou Guanyu felt it was appropriate to exchange contact information with Qin Miao.
After Qin Miao completed his training, he found Zhou Guanyu had been waiting for a while at the door.
"Not getting ready for the race?" Qin Miao was a bit surprised.
Zhou Guanyu pulled out his phone, opened WeChat, and said: "Let’s exchange contact information, so if you have any questions about racing, you can ask me."
Qin Miao casually pulled out his phone...
After adding Zhou Guanyu as a friend, Qin Miao casually asked: "I happen to have a racing question I’ve been unsure about lately."
Zhou Guanyu assumed an attentive posture; judging from his relaxed demeanor, the race time that morning wasn’t particularly urgent.
"Who should I contact if I want to become an F2 driver?" Qin Miao earnestly asked.
Zhou Guanyu’s mind short-circuited briefly, then a big question mark popped up.
Faced with Qin Miao’s curious and inquisitive gaze, he was momentarily unsure how to answer.
This question, to Zhou Guanyu, felt like cutting with a blade; it opened his eyes.
After organizing his thoughts for a while, Zhou Guanyu finally spoke in a very uncertain tone: "This... is not something that can be solved by simply knowing someone. You need to achieve results in F3 first. F2 teams have driver directors who pay attention to F3 races. Once you perform well in F3 and show your talent, they will approach you before the F3 season ends, and then you can choose an F2 team to join."
Qin Miao scratched his head and said: "But I don’t have an entryway to join an F3 team; isn’t there a direct way to join an F2 team? To brag a bit, I actually have the skill."
Looking at the guy in front of him, Zhou Guanyu was momentarily unsure how to evaluate him.
You might say he’s boasting, but considering the strenuous training that makes regular F2 drivers feel challenged, this guy can train alongside me for two hours straight without complaining once.