How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 627 - 271: The Monza Grand Prix Begins

The car he drove was quite low-key; it was a Lancia borrowed from an Italian Mercedes employee.

Once Qin Miao actually saw Qimeng in person, he finally understood why the girl couldn’t wait another day.

Even though Qin Miao was fully geared up, he was sure that even if his own mother stood right in front of him, she might not recognize him.

Yet, as soon as Qimeng stepped out of the airport, her first glance locked onto Qin Miao, who wasn’t particularly noticeable in the crowd, and she trotted towards him while dragging her luggage behind her.

Then, like a young swallow returning to her nest, Qimeng collided directly into Qin Miao’s arms, giving him a full embrace.

Fortunately, Qin Miao had always maintained his fitness; otherwise, that head-on collision from Qimeng might have given him an internal injury.

"Hey hey, take it easy, what’s up with this?" Qin Miao patted Qimeng’s head, still somewhat puzzled by her situation.

After tomorrow’s race, he was returning to the UK anyway. Even if she missed him, it was just one more day to wait.

If all else failed, there’s always video calls, right?

But Qimeng’s next words sent a wave through Qin Miao’s heart: "I missed you~"

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The unexpected yet heartwarming embrace between the couple who couldn’t contain their feelings upon meeting gathered quite a bit of attention, but it was late, and the airport wasn’t busy.

Witnessing this, people exchanged knowing smiles but didn’t pay much further attention. It’s normal for young people.

After that, Qin Miao and Qimeng returned to the hotel. Zhou Guanyu, noticing Qin Miao had gone out and brought Qimeng back, was initially surprised but soon showed a delighted expression.

Once Qimeng had settled in, Zhou Guanyu shamelessly sidled up to her with a fawning grin: "Mengmeng, what wind blew you here? It must’ve been a tiring journey for you. You see, the hotel has a kitchen and ingredients; when do you think you could show off your culinary skills for little bro here?"

Finally seeing Qin Miao, Qimeng was visibly in a great mood, but she also knew they both had races to run tomorrow, so no late-night snacks tonight.

So Qimeng said, "I can cook, but that has to wait until after your race tomorrow."

Zhou Guanyu clicked his tongue in disappointment, but he was aware food choices for drivers are seriously cautious.

If a driver fails to control their eating and consumes too much, when the race starts, their weight might exceed expectations, leading to an inevitable speed decrease.

After all, for motorsports, weight means everything.

Just then, watching Zhou Guanyu’s disappointed face, he nearly exploded seeing Qin Miao walking out of the kitchen with a frosted winter melon candy in hand.

Qimeng had spotted it at a local Asian market, thinking it’d been a while since she had such a treat, so she brought it for Qin Miao to savor a taste of home.

To an ordinary person, it’s just a snack.

But to the driver, the candy’s sugar content was exceedingly high.

"Want some?" Qin Miao initially intended the candy for Qimeng, but noticing Zhou Guanyu’s fixed gaze on it, he politely offered.

Zhou Guanyu nearly ground his back teeth to bits, but in response to Qin Miao’s offer, he merely shook his head and said, "Forget it, there’s a race tomorrow, and I can’t afford the sugar."

Qin Miao nodded, then placed the winter melon candy into Qimeng’s voluntarily open mouth.

Witnessing this, Zhou Guanyu’s already-not-great expression sank even further.

Having seen Qimeng, Zhou had hoped to snag a meal but couldn’t have imagined that all he’d get were dog food moments.

But truth be told, Zhou Guanyu did envy Qin Miao’s physique, able to eat anything without gaining weight or ever getting food poisoning, boasting a stomach of steel.

Besides that, Qin Miao had a considerate girlfriend who excelled at cooking, could manage a brokerage firm for him, and importantly, despite knowing each other for nearly two years, there were no rumors of arguments between them.

They truly were envied by others.

Judging by Zhou Guanyu’s insight into them, it seemed soon they’d be gobbling each other up. So after greeting Qimeng, he didn’t bother with excuses and said directly, "I won’t disturb you two; I’m heading back to my room."

Qin Miao just nodded, while Qimeng went to the door to see Zhou Guanyu off.

Once Zhou left and the door shut, Qimeng, agile like a kitten, darted up to Qin Miao, hanging onto him and unwilling to let go.

Despite the race tomorrow, with Qin Miao’s stamina at 99 attributes, going easy was still manageable.

A silent night passed.

The next day, Sunday, Zhou Guanyu hitched a ride with Qin Miao, and the four of them headed to Ferrari’s home turf, Monza.

Today, there were plenty of spectators due to Ferrari’s presence; F1 held different significance for all Italians.

Although Ferrari was blatantly underperforming this year, Ferrari’s Iron Buddha Temple supporters were unwavering in their support.

As Qin Miao entered, naturally he received considerable attention from fans.

Qin Miao found a spot among the Mercedes fans, stood in front of them, then squatted facing away, letting Qimeng take a big group selfie of him with them.