CHAPTER 452: CHAPTER 205: FAMILY AND FRIENDS AFTER THE RACE

Even if we do nothing else, just chatting won’t feel boring.

Around 11 PM, Qin Miao and Zhou Guanyu left Leclerc’s house together.

Originally, Leclerc wanted to invite both of them to stay over, and Attila kept chiming in to help, but since there weren’t many rooms at Leclerc’s house, Zhou Guanyu and Qin Miao both found each other annoying and didn’t want to share a bed. So, in the end, they didn’t stay over.

Now, Zhou Guanyu has switched hotels and is staying in the same hotel as Qin Miao. So, after leaving Leclerc’s house, they went back to their hotel together.

On the way back to the hotel, Zhou Guanyu looked up at the sky in Monaco and sighed.

"What’s wrong?" Qin Miao, wearing a mask and a black baseball cap, was wrapped tightly but still asked out of curiosity after hearing Zhou Guanyu’s sigh.

"Nothing, just feeling a bit sentimental." Zhou Guanyu, after all, is still just an F2 driver with no fame, and he didn’t need to wrap himself up like a thief just to go out at night like Qin Miao.

"Don’t give me that crap, if something’s up, just say it, don’t be like a nagging woman." Qin Miao, annoyed, gave Zhou Guanyu a kick on the butt.

Zhou Guanyu, not angry after the kick, brushed the dust off his pants.

But he still looked at Qin Miao with a hint of blame: "You disrupted my emotions with that kick."

Despite the complaint, Zhou Guanyu honestly shared the reason for his melancholy: "I just felt a bit nostalgic seeing the way Attila looked at you. The guy who used to race F2 with me has achieved so much now, even those older than you are your fans."

"Huh? Attila is my senior?" Qin Miao asked curiously.

"Attila was born in 2000, a year older than you. He’s been driving since he was young, but now he’s still in F3, while you’ve already breezed through F2, and you’ve made a mark in F1 history." Zhou Guanyu shrugged, revealing his friend’s extraordinary achievements.

Qin Miao rubbed his chin and said, "So, I’m pretty strong then."

Zhou Guanyu gave Qin Miao a kick too: "You get praised, and you’re flaunting it now, huh?"

Zhou Guanyu swore this kick was purely because he couldn’t stand Qin Miao showing off, not out of revenge.

Qin Miao didn’t care about his pants getting dirty from the kick, casually brushed it off, and said, "Actually, you don’t have to think too much. In F1, aside from true talent, it’s mostly about connections and resources.

Look at Mr. Ma Zeping, he straight-up got an American team to fly the Russian flag.

In a capitalist society, having money really can get ghosts to grind your grain.

After the new rules come into effect next season, some mid-to-low tier teams will definitely replace drivers. You can just pick a team with financial issues and invest a bit, then getting an F1 seat should be no problem, right?"

Zhou Guanyu didn’t say anything, just looked at Qin Miao, making it clear he also wanted to enter F1 through his formidable skills, like his friend did, rather than buying a seat.

But don’t expect Qin Miao to understand Zhou Guanyu’s look. Seeing he wasn’t talking, Qin Miao didn’t say more and instead patted Zhou Guanyu on the shoulder, saying, "If all else fails, rent a place next to mine, when I have time, I’ll help you practice."

"Forget it, your time is more precious than mine, I won’t bother you."

"Hey, saying that makes you sound like an outsider. We’re not like that, are we? As long as you call me dad, I could find... Hey! Damn!

You kicked me twice now! You think I’ll take this lying down? Get lost!"

Naturally, Zhou Guanyu didn’t stay put to wait for trouble, after kicking, he ran for his life.