How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 689 - 289: Austin Qualifying (6K, Bonus 11/20)_4

At the meeting, after seeing the two race strategies prepared by the team, Qin Miao chose the first one after thinking for a while.

Yellow-white one-stop.

The conventional strategy might not have anything eye-catching, but at least compared to those flashy tactics, this one is safer and poses no risk.

After confirming the strategy and tire plan for Sunday, Qin Miao's workday ended, and he leisurely returned to the hotel where he was staying.

Qin Miao had a good sleep.

Perhaps it's a habit cultivated from the F2 days, but for some unknown reason, Qin Miao never experiences anxiety-related insomnia on the eve of a race.

But Leclerc has this particular trouble.

Before the start of Sunday's race, during the driver parade, Qin Miao heard Leclerc complaining next to him.

"Honestly, for the past few race weeks, I haven't been sleeping well on Sundays. I always end up tossing and turning until the early hours before I can fall asleep."

Qin Miao laughed and, while waving to the spectators on the sidelines, responded, "Stop watching random things before bed, run five kilometers, and I guarantee you'll sleep like a log."

"Shut up, will you? I really don't watch anything at night. I just shower and go to bed when I get back to the hotel, but I still can't sleep well." Although Leclerc seemed troubled, given that it was an event in front of fans, he maintained a smiling face and continued to engage with the audience.

Qin Miao thought for a moment: "Sorry, I've never experienced that sensation, so I can't offer any help.

But I do have a rather radical idea."

Leclerc curiously asked, "What idea?"

"Find a stick, and knock yourself on the head before bed. That should work." As he spoke, Qin Miao made a motion as if hitting his own head with a stick.

"Get lost. If I hit myself like that, I might not be able to get up and race the next morning." Leclerc retorted with a laugh.

"Then I'm powerless." Qin Miao shrugged.

Leclerc showed a troubled expression.

"But seriously, if worse comes to worst, you could consult a well-known Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner. Drinking herbal medicine might ease your symptoms, but you have to find a reputable one."

"Is there any TCM here in America? I'll check it out after the race."

"I have no idea," Qin Miao replied, full of innocence. "I only know that our country's TCM is great at body conditioning, but I've been in excellent health, eating well from a young age, and except for vaccinations, I've never been to a hospital."

Leclerc: (▼ヘ▼#)

Seeing the slightly annoyed look on Leclerc's face, Qin Miao suddenly remembered he wanted to ask Leclerc for a photo.

But since this was the driver parade, technically Qin Miao was still on duty, so he didn't pull out his phone to take a picture with Leclerc.

Instead, after the driver parade ended, Qin Miao found Leclerc just as he was about to leave, put an arm around his shoulder, and took a selfie with Leclerc's confused expression.

"What are you doing?"

Leclerc wasn't unaccustomed to being asked for photos—F1 drivers being asked for selfies by fans is pretty common.

But Leclerc never expected that one day his own friend would come up, put an arm around his shoulder, and take a photo like a fan.

If it was someone he didn't know doing this, Leclerc could accept it.

But it was Qin Miao who did it, and looking at his face, Leclerc couldn't help but feel awkward.

"It's useful, don't worry about it." Qin Miao said while looking down to check if the photo was clear, answering without even raising his head.

Leclerc laughed in frustration: "Taking a photo with me without my permission technically infringes on my image rights. I've already shown you enough courtesy by not suing you, and now you're giving me this attitude?

I'll give you a chance to rephrase."

"I'm sorry, my bad. I'll dare next time too!" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Qin Miao apologized sincerely, but made no changes.