How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 705 - 294: Arthur Leclerc

When still living in Brackley, Qin Miao had to go to the factory three days out of the week. During this time, his routine was just like any regular worker: head to the factory at nine in the morning and clock out at five in the afternoon.

Some might ask, doesn't Qin Miao have a comfortable work schedule? 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

But bear in mind, this only covers the time spent at the team factory running data; it doesn't include race days.

Typically, Qin Miao would have to be at the track on Thursdays to prepare, walk the track, shoot videos, conduct interviews, and the like.

Friday would start the race day work, and there would be no rest on Saturday and Sunday either. So, at the end of the week, Qin Miao had only one day of free time.

Now, having left Brackley, Toto naturally no longer has the excuse, "Could you come by to help run some data."

Anyway, with Bottas toiling away at the team factory, Qin Miao was simply not called upon.

This counts as Qin Miao's first official taste of what a normal weekend life belongs to an F1 driver.

From Monday to Wednesday, doing whatever he pleases, no mandatory overtime, no mountain of simulator data to face.

Other drivers, like Hamilton, would use this time to participate in commercial events or fashion shows to increase their fame.

Or cash in on their fame to earn money.

But with this newfound free time, the first thing Qin Miao felt was a sense of unease, as though something in his heart was unsettled, as if there were things left undone, making him uneasy.

By the second day, however, Qin Miao had adapted to this rhythm of life, even bluntly claiming that Toto used to be inhumane, bullying him for being honest.

The frequent simulator practice over the year had indeed improved Qin Miao's skills and experience significantly, with his familiarity with the track and racing advancing rapidly, quickly catching up to Hamilton in a short time...

Of course, even now, without burdensome tasks from the team, Qin Miao hadn't forgotten his daily training.

Compared to when he lived in Brackley, Qin Miao simply had more time now to play games.

Life hadn't changed much.

Excluding the summer break, this was actually Qin Miao's first self-imposed small holiday since joining F1, without having to set an alarm to get up, no need to rush to the team when it's time.

But this leisurely lifestyle hadn't lasted long for Qin Miao.

On Wednesday, Leclerc called Qin Miao early in the morning.

Awakened by the ring, Qin Miao drowsily placed the phone by his ear, "Hello?"

"Awake? Heading to Mexico."

After hearing the voice on the call, Qin Miao pulled the phone away from his ear in bewilderment. Seeing it was Leclerc who called, he put the phone back, puzzled, "Going to Mexico is something you do, so why call me? I'm not your dad, I won't send you there."

"Get lost!" Leclerc snapped from the other end, "What time did you stop gaming last night?"

"Around 3 AM, anyways I'm not working today." Qin Miao buried his head back into the pillow.

Leclerc was a bit speechless, "Dude, you're a professional F1 driver, do you think you can race for years on the F1 track mistreating your body like this? Your talent has the potential to challenge the historical positions of Hamilton and Michael Schumacher, are you just squandering your body and talent like this?"

"Stop nagging, stop nagging." Qin Miao complained, "Last night I got carried away with the game, lost track of time. Plus, it was the first time I stayed up this late since becoming a pro driver, and you somehow caught me… What a rotten luck…"

Leclerc also sounded helpless, clicking his tongue, then said, "Anyways, take care of yourself a bit, staying up late is really damaging to the body."

Back to serious business, I'm heading to Mexico today, meet me at my place at 10 AM. I'll bring you along, save you the trouble of changing flights, and if you've booked a ticket, just cancel it."

Qin Miao sighed as he got up from bed, after chatting for a while, he had lost any desire to sleep.

Moreover, upon getting up, Qin Miao didn't feel any discomfort in his body.

After scratching his head, he curiously asked, "No one knows about me returning to Monaco, right? I remember I drove to Monaco."

"Buddy, local here, got some special ways you might not know about."

Qin Miao curled his lips, probably someone saw him, then posted in group chats exclusively for people in Monaco or locals, then the whole of Monaco knew he was here.

But Qin Miao was indeed planning to go to Mexico today, after all, he could catch up on sleep while traveling, and adjust to the time difference on the way.

Besides, since Mexico is a high-altitude track, going a day early helps Qin Miao acclimate to Mexico's racing conditions ahead of time.

Though he had planned to fly there himself, since Leclerc was willing to bring him along, Qin Miao might as well hitch a ride.

"Alright then, I'll pack my stuff, and come find you at your place."

"Ok, come on over, just walk in when you arrive. My brother Arthur's also coming home today," Leclerc said, "He's quite eager to meet you."

"He's back? How's the gift I prepared for him, does he like it?"