How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 889 - 352: The Agonizing Dolphin Jump

Today, as usual, Qin Miao was getting ready to head to the racing team for work.

After clocking in at the team, he found Barber in the cafeteria; after finishing the breakfast Barber prepared, the two went to the team factory to start their day's work.

It's worth mentioning that nearly all the senior management of the technical departments were at the team today. Even Mike Elliott, who had been looking more worn out than before due to new components, returned to the team factory today.

Working busily until the afternoon, after verifying the data in front of him and emailing the files to the simulator department, Qin Miao stretched and rose from his ergonomic chair in his office.

After a comfortable stretch and wrist exercise, Qin Miao checked his phone. It was 4:20 PM.

For some reason, he had less work today, so he could leave early and go home.

Since there was nothing left to do, and it had been nearly half a month since he last got off work before 5:30.

Qin Miao cheerfully packed his things, ready to leave his office at the racing factory.

Because he often went to the team factory, Mercedes had prepared an office for Qin Miao there. He spent more time in this office recently than he did in the one in the administrative building. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

But just as Qin Miao had packed up and was about to head out, two loud "bangs!" like fireworks went off at the door.

Normal Europeans or Americans might think it was a shooting or a nearby battle hearing that sound.

They might instinctively drop to the ground with their hands over their heads.

But for Qin Miao, a native Chinese, he was just startled by the sudden noise, having been unprepared.

And that was all—Qin Miao didn't have much more of a reaction.

Then a bunch of smiling faces appeared in front of Qin Miao, including Toto, Hamilton, Elliott, Allison, and Hodgkinson.

In short, nearly all the technical department heads of Mercedes were here, and they all cheered at Qin Miao together, "Qin Miao! Happy 21st birthday!"

Qin Miao was stunned for a while.

Huh? It's my birthday? When did this happen? Why didn't anyone remind me?

While Qin Miao was still in a daze, his publicist Eliza had already rolled out a cake with 21 candles but with a single digit "1" in the middle.

It wasn't hard to guess what the 21 candles and the 1 meant.

The 21 meant Qin Miao was turning 21 today, and the 1 signified he had already won a world championship.

It was at this point Qin Miao gradually realized it was his birthday.

Then he couldn't help but feel amused; he had been so busy lately that he had forgotten his own birthday.

But being a celebrity, there's an upside. You don't need to remember your birthday because someone will remind you, and they might surprise you with gifts and celebrations even if you're unaware.

Actually, if Qin Miao had checked his phone or social media during this time, he would have seen information about his birthday.

But Qin Miao had been too busy, focusing on physical training, helping the team with simulations, and working on his own shortcomings.

Qin Miao was so occupied that he wished he could use two days' worth of time in one; he simply didn't have the leisure to check his phone.

At this moment, Qin Miao instinctively wanted to act less emotional; after all, he believed that at 21, he was no longer a kid. However, his mouth pulled into a smile like an AK, impossible to suppress.

Finally, Qin Miao gave in, smiling as he hugged his colleagues who came to celebrate, personally handing out cake to everyone.

Of course, Qin Miao didn't forget to take a piece home for his wife.