CHAPTER 187: CHAPTER 122: SPRINT RACE

But as for this so-called greeting, it was just a handshake and a pat on the shoulder to indicate a good performance today.

After exchanging pleasantries with the two other Ferrari junior drivers, Qin Miao returned to his car, wiped his sweat with a white towel from the podium, placed his helmet and gloves on the stand, and upon donning the Pirelli hat belonging to the champion, he headed to the interview area.

"Congratulations, Qin, your performance today was truly amazing. You conquered the entire field with your incredible strength, and this was even your first time participating in an F2 race. This race must have been easy for you, right? How does it feel to win the championship?"

Qin Miao took the microphone, thought for a moment, and then replied, "Actually, it wasn’t that easy. I’m still not very accustomed to the weight of the F2 car’s steering wheel. On the track, I had to use all my strength to control the car’s direction.

However, after winning the race, I am indeed very happy. I never expected my first F2 race to result in such an outcome. I still feel like I’m dreaming. The car’s feedback was excellent, allowing me enough speed in the medium and high-speed corners, which was the key to my success today."

"We also noticed that you used a single set of soft tires for 29 laps in the race. How did you manage to use one set of tires for so long?"

Qin Miao scratched his head. How could he explain this? At that time, it seemed he just used normal tire-saving techniques, coupled with System Skills to hold out for such a long time.

If I told the truth, I would surely be taken away for research, wouldn’t I?

After giving it some thought, Qin Miao mustered up the courage to answer, "My team’s technician helped me find the most comfortable tire setup for this track, which allowed me to last so long on one set of tires."

At Qin Miao’s answer, Sui Wentao, Steve, and Alvin, who were watching the fun from the track’s protective fence, were stunned. Damn, when did we help you with such an amazing setup?

Isn’t this just a very standard medium-to-low downforce setup?

But at this moment, they couldn’t possibly jump onto the track and grab the host’s microphone to explain, so they could only let Qin Miao spread this rumor on the track.

After two questions, the interview with Qin Miao concluded. The host congratulated Qin Miao, and then it was Ilott and Armstrong’s turn, who were behind Qin Miao, to be interviewed.

Meanwhile, during the interview, staff from various F2 teams started packing up their things.

Due to well-known reasons, this Austrian Grand Prix was held quite simply.

So the podium was not the usual one at the Red Bull Ring, but merely three blocks on the trackside labeled 1st, 2nd, and 3rd.

The blocks held the corresponding trophies and champagne.

Subsequently, to the familiar F1 award music, the three drivers took turns stepping onto the podium.

Once Qin Miao stood on the champion’s podium, his track engineer, who was somewhat overweight, jog-walked over, slightly out of breath.

Qin Miao nodded at him, and Frankie smiled back, then stood in the champion engineer’s position.

When all four were in place, the national anthem began to play on site.

At this moment, Qin Miao’s expression became solemn. He looked back a bit regretfully, noticing there was no national flag waving behind him.

In such a hurried trackside award ceremony, it’s naturally impossible to have prepared a national flag.

Despite this, Qin Miao still sang along solemnly to the tune of the national anthem.

When the anthem, ingrained in every Chinese soul, ended, Qin Miao let out a long breath. Then he picked up his first F2 championship trophy and examined it carefully for a moment.

This little thing looks more pleasing the more I look at it.

Then came the champagne celebration stage.

Qin Miao was inevitably the unluckiest one, as Ilott, in second place, and Armstrong, in third, opened their champagne and sprayed it wildly at Qin Miao.

It’s not revenge, just their respect for a strong competitor.

After all, on the track, Qin Miao had indeed left them in the dust, unable to even see his taillights.

And after spraying the two of them for a moment, Qin Miao poured most of the champagne foam onto Frankie.

Frankie didn’t dodge, laughing as he sprayed Qin Miao back with champagne.

After fooling around for a while, Frankie clinked glasses with Qin Miao using champagne. However, Qin Miao, who never touches a drop of alcohol, didn’t drink a sip.

Nevertheless, this bottle of champagne, which holds great significance for Qin Miao, was taken back home by him.

Qin Miao has already decided where to place this champagne bottle at home.

And since Zhou Guanyu’s podium has disappeared, I have to take these things over to provoke him a bit.

At this moment, Zhou Guanyu, who was helping to pack things for his team, inexplicably felt a chill and sneezed uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, after the celebration of the three young drivers ended, the director switched the camera to the exciting moments of the just-concluded race, which included a slow-motion close-up when Qin Miao’s car crossed the finish line.

After these clips finished playing, the director provided the completion times and driver standings.

Qin Miao first, with two points for the fastest lap plus 25 points for the F2 main race champion, Qin Miao’s total score is now 27 points.