CHAPTER 188: CHAPTER 122: SPRINT RACE

Second place, Ilott, has 18 points.

Third place, Armstrong, has 15 points.

4th: Long Jia De, 12 points.

5th: Ticktum, 10 points.

6th: Alessi, 8 points.

7th: Dretraz, 6 points.

8th: Drogovich, 4 points.

9th: Panasonic, 2 points.

10th: Ness, 1 point.

The total scores for the season are the same. However, because Zhou Guanyu got pole position in the qualifiers, he earned two points. Even though he didn’t finish in the top ten in the main race, his total score still placed him tenth.

Returning to his team’s temporary parking spot in the pit area with his belongings, Qin Miao’s first sight was of Qimeng, who had been waiting eagerly for him.

The girl was wearing Prema team apparel, and upon spotting him, her face lit up with a gentle smile Qin Miao could never tire of.

Most importantly were her eyes. When she looked at Qin Miao, they were filled with tenderness and adoration.

No guy could refuse the adoring gaze of his beloved girl, absolutely no one!

Walking over, Qin Miao casually tossed aside the stuff he was holding, like trophies and champagne, and embraced his girl with both arms.

"I knew you could do it~"

Listening to Qimeng’s whisper-like words, Qin Miao contentedly nodded: "Mm..."

But before Qin Miao could fully savor the delightful touch of his girl’s body, Qimeng whispered in his ear, teasingly: "I bought two sets of cosplay outfits and wigs online a while back; they’re in my suitcase now, for tonight... heehee."

Hearing this, Qin Miao’s body froze, then immense joy surged within him.

Honestly, Qin Miao was even happier now than when he won the championship on the track just moments ago.

This was something Qin Miao had mentioned to Qimeng when they were stuck in Maranello together. With nothing else to do, aside from training and playing games, they had no other entertainment options. And since Qin Miao was in good physical condition, they spent their evenings trying out various positions, unlocking three or four each night on average.

Over time, they had pretty much tried out all the positions available online.

So, Qin Miao proposed a constructive idea: to try cosplaying while doing this...

At the time, Qimeng had refused with a serious face, leaving Qin Miao somewhat regretful.

Yet, unexpectedly, she agreed now, and even bought the cosplay outfits herself.

The surprise was so sudden that Qin Miao was momentarily so excited he couldn’t find the words.

...

After preparing everything, Qin Miao changed into his casual clothes. With the F2 main race over, he could finish work early.

As for meetings? Considering today’s performance and Qin Miao’s laid-back nature, Roxin directly gave him half a day off.

He won the championship; why have a meeting? Go have fun!

If not, aren’t you on good terms with Binotto? Just go over to Ferrari’s P room to watch their qualifiers.

Qin Miao wasn’t too concerned with Wofa’s qualifiers, as he had no intention of switching to F1 at this stage. What he really cared about was his good buddy.

Carrying the F2 championship trophy in his left hand, champagne in his right, and followed by a slightly exasperated Qimeng, Qin Miao, wearing a beaming smile, arrived at Zhou Guanyu’s team’s temporary P room.

This time, Qin Miao mainly intended to show off at Zhou Guanyu’s place and, secondly, to invite him to dinner once his work was done.

At that moment, Zhou Guanyu’s mechanics were busying themselves around his car. After all, there was a sprint race the next day, and they needed to address the car’s issues in time.

Fortunately, Zhou Guanyu hadn’t left yet, so Qin Miao successfully cornered him at the P room changing room entrance.

Seeing Qin Miao’s gloating smile, Zhou Guanyu was genuinely exasperated.

Due to mechanical issues, Zhou Guanyu missed the podium, and instead of offering comforting words, this guy had the audacity to come over with a trophy and champagne to rub it in.

For a moment, Zhou Guanyu regretted having a friend like Qin Miao, much like an author regretting creating a fan group only to be pressured for updates daily.

Yet, Zhou Guanyu still begrudgingly accepted the champagne Qin Miao handed over, asking disdainfully: "You drank this before giving it to me?"

Feigning hurt, Qin Miao slumped onto Qimeng’s shoulder: "Oh, I really made a bad friend choice. All these years, and you still don’t know I don’t touch a drop of alcohol."

Zhou Guanyu pouted but still took a sip of the champagne. To be honest, he found it bitter.

A kind of bitter that left an ache in his heart.

After all, because of Qin Miao’s victory in the F2 main race, Qin Miao had to treat them to dinner tonight.

He didn’t bring his team members along since it wasn’t yet time to celebrate with them. Tonight’s dinner was just for Qin Miao, Zhou Guanyu, and Qimeng.

However, on the way to dinner, the phone Qin Miao left with Qimeng started ringing. Relatives and friends he hadn’t seen or heard from in five or six years were suddenly calling to congratulate Qin Miao.

Even former classmates from middle and high school were calling long-distance from overseas to reach Qin Miao.

It wasn’t hard to conclude that news of Qin Miao’s first podium victory in F2 had already spread within his social circle, and possibly even throughout the entire domestic racing community.