CHAPTER 189: CHAPTER 122: SPRINT RACE

But Qin Miao couldn’t understand why these people started calling him after he became famous, what would they even say once the call connected?

However, Qin Miao just briefly entertained the thought in his mind because Qimeng was handling all those calls for him.

So, on the way to dinner, Qimeng didn’t have the mind to take a good look at the scenery along the way.

Looking at his constantly ringing phone, Qin Miao suddenly thought of his mom, so after they arrived at the restaurant and ordered the food, Qin Miao called his mom.

In the call, it was the first time Qin Miao heard a rather intense fluctuation in his mom’s voice.

The mother and son chatted for quite a while, but mostly it was Qin Miao’s mom talking and Qin Miao listening.

They talked for about twenty minutes or so, which was just around the time the kitchen brought out the three-person dinner.

Returning to the dining table, Qin Miao didn’t sit next to Qimeng but sat beside Zhou Guanyu, casually putting his hand on Zhou Guanyu’s shoulder.

"Look on the bright side, I’m starting just in front of you in tomorrow’s sprint race..." Qin Miao originally intended to comfort Zhou Guanyu, but halfway through he suddenly remembered that Zhou Guanyu finished 17th in the main race... Although Qin Miao was starting eighth because of the reverse grid, he was nine positions ahead of Zhou Guanyu...

Zhou Guanyu rolled his eyes after hearing Qin Miao’s words: "If you can’t comfort someone, you might as well not try."

Seeing Qin Miao’s awkward expression, Qimeng suddenly got a bit worried about Qin Miao’s emotional intelligence, wondering if he’d be ostracized in the paddock in the future.

Luckily, Zhou Guanyu was used to being unlucky, and he knew Qin Miao sincerely wanted to comfort him; only his low emotional intelligence led to an unconventional approach.

So Zhou Guanyu patted Qin Miao’s shoulder and said, "I’m actually okay, but if you can cover me for a few rounds in the game these days, I think my mood would recover faster."

Feeling a bit awkward and guilty, Qin Miao immediately jumped up from his seat beside Zhou Guanyu after hearing his words.

"Damn it, I’m kindly comforting you, and you want me to be your decoy? I’m telling you, that’s out of the question."

...

After dinner, Qin Miao told Zhou Guanyu that he wouldn’t be gaming tonight and hurriedly dragged Qimeng back to the hotel.

Zhou Guanyu watched Qin Miao’s hurried departure with confusion, wondering why he was acting so out of character today; he couldn’t sleep before without playing a few rounds of CSGO each night.

But Zhou Guanyu didn’t think too much of it, assuming that after winning the championship, Qin Miao was planning to have a nice celebration with his girlfriend.

And the truth was, Qin Miao did plan to have a good celebration with his girlfriend...

Back at the hotel, he hung up the "Do Not Disturb" sign, locked the door, drew the curtains, and quickly approached Qimeng: "Where’s the stuff? Show me!"

Then, under Qin Miao’s eager gaze, Qimeng took out a set of Yumizakura cosplay costume, wig, and ears from "Fate/Grand Order."

Stopping a somewhat impatient Qin Miao, Qimeng took those things into the bathroom to change, while Qin Miao anxiously waited outside.

After waiting for almost half an hour, just as Qin Miao was about to push open the bathroom door to check, Qimeng, who was fully dressed in the cosplay outfit and makeup, elegantly walked out.

Having been together for over a year, they had done all that could be done, and at this point, Qimeng was no longer shy. She confidently stood in front of the dumbfounded Qin Miao, showing off her graceful figure and alluring fair skin.

And then... well, that’s not suitable to describe in detail.

In short, the great monster "Yumizakura" was severely punished by Qin Miao for an unfounded crime, stockings torn to pieces, clothes disheveled, leaving the whole monster in a daze afterward.

So much so that the next day Qimeng couldn’t walk to the paddock as usual.

Holding her still slightly numb abdomen, Qimeng secretly vowed never to easily try such equipment that boosts Qin Miao’s attack speed and power again; her body couldn’t withstand that kind of torment...

As for the cosplay outfit that Qimeng had custom-made to fit her body and shipped from China for over 1000 yuan... let’s just say, it’s now in a state of returning to its basic elements.

The next day, Qin Miao went to the paddock as usual; it was Sunday, the F1 Grand Prix main race stage.

Also the day when the F2 sprint race was held.

Today’s routine for Qin Miao was the same as during yesterday’s main race.

There’s no need to elaborate.

Carrying his equipment onto the track, Qin Miao’s car’s starting position was conveniently right at the exit, so he didn’t have to walk an unnecessary extra distance.

In fact, the FIA’s reverse grid sprint race rule in F2 was mainly set to counter drivers like Qin Miao, to give other potential young drivers a chance to showcase themselves and build confidence on the track.

Because, if the F1 race rules and procedures were followed, with only one main race in every Grand Prix, all the F2 drivers would get dominated by Qin Miao during the qualifying stage.

Then, during the main race, they’d watch as Qin Miao’s taillights gradually disappeared into the distance, despite their best efforts, unable to catch up with Qin Miao’s car even in tire conservation mode.

This is the truest portrayal of the difference between a genius and ordinary people.