Xu Xizhou didn't expect that he could meet Lu Rong after a meal, and what surprised him even more was that the person behind Lu Rong was Zhang Yan.

Aware of his gaze, Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows at him provocatively, his gaze softened when he turned to Lu Rong.

Could it be that... the person who loved Lu Rong to the death in this life became Zhang Yan?

"Mr. Zhuang." Lu Rong greeted Zhuang Jingchun with a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Meeting here is also fate, why don't we make a table and eat together?"

Xu Xizhou's expression froze, and when he was thinking about how to refuse, Zhuang Jingchun looked at Lu Rong with a slight smile, "Okay."

They switched to a secluded box.

Xu Xizhou sat Zhuang Jingchun on the left, Lu Rong on the right, and Zhang Yan who stared at him from time to time on the opposite side.

Tea was brought up, and without waiting for the waiter to start, Lu Rong got up and picked up the teapot, and quickly filled Xu Xizhou's cup.

"Xiaozhou, are you going to race abroad soon?"

Xu Xizhou was a little confused about what Lu Rong meant. He absently took a sip of tea and nodded perfunctorily.

"A seat bought with money, even if you go, it will be a shame for the Chinese people."

Seeing Lu Rong's attentive look towards Xu Xizhou, Zhang Yan couldn't help but yin and yang strangely.

"I heard that you are a rally driver?" Zhuang Jingchun played with the cup in his hand and suddenly raised his head to look at Zhang Yan opposite, with a hint of irony in his green eyes.

"I take the liberty to ask, have you ever won a championship over the years?"

Zhang Yan choked for a moment. He drives a rally just as a ticket. He uses the best car every time and hires the best team of engineers, but he has never been on the podium. Zhuang Jingchun's question is no different from poking his scar.

"Rally is not the same as F2, you are not a race car driver, what do you know?" He retorted bluntly.

"Since you've only driven rally racing, what qualifications do you have to evaluate an F2 driver?"

"you"

Zhang Yan was speechless by his words.

Xu Xizhou looked at Zhang Yan's deflated appearance, not to mention how happy he was. He poked Zhuang Jingchun's leg under the table and whispered, "Thank you."

Soon, the porridge and snacks they ordered were served. Xu Xizhou was about to move his chopsticks when Zhuang Jingchun took a shrimp dumpling and put it in his bowl.

Xu Xizhou was a little flattered, but Zhuang Jingchun never served him any dishes. After thinking for a while, he also put a shrimp dumpling into Zhuang Jingchun's bowl.

Zhang Yan looked at the cage with only one shrimp dumpling left, and scolded his mother.

Looking at this scene, Lu Rong looked a little gloomy. If he read it right, Zhuang Jingchun glanced at him unintentionally after finishing the shrimp dumplings, and that look was definitely provocative.

"Xiaozhou, do you want some porridge? Let me serve you a bowl." Lu Rong got up.

Xu Xizhou waved his hands again and again, trying to reject Lu Rong's kindness, but the latter took his bowl involuntarily and quickly filled him with a bowl of porridge.

Zhuang Jingchun twitched the corners of her mouth, suddenly handed her bowl to Xu Xizhou, and glanced at the radish cake on the other end.

Xu Xizhou understood, and quickly gave him two carrot cakes.

Zhuang Jingchun raised his hand again and pointed to the middle position.

"You young master's temper, it's really hard to serve." Xu Xizhou complained, but he still scooped up a bowl of fish porridge for him and handed it to him.

Looking at this scene, Lu Rong's face darkened.

"Mr. Zhuang should be careful when eating, don't get stuck by the fishbone."

"The xiao long bao in this shop is not bad, but the dipping sauce has a sour taste. Mr. Lu, where do you think the sour taste comes from?"

The two fought each other for several rounds. Xu Xizhou was busy eating with his head down, but he didn't even hear it.

"Xiaozhou, let me know when you will compete, and I will see you when the time comes."

After leaving the restaurant, Lu Rong finally found the opportunity to talk to Xu Xizhou alone.

"No, it's very troublesome to go abroad. Aren't you going to college? How can you have so much spare time."

"I'm a freshman now, there are not many classes, there will always be time to squeeze in, and I'm also very interested in racing."

Lu Rong looked at him with some eagerness in his eyes, "Tell me when you get there, I will apply for a visa in advance and buy a plane ticket to see you."

Lu Rong's tone was sincere and seemed to care about him, Xu Xizhou didn't know how to answer for a while. He can't refuse a spectator who likes racing cars.

"gone."

When he was struggling, Zhuang Jingchun came out of the bathroom and took his shoulder very naturally.

Leaving the restaurant, Xu Xizhou let out a light breath. He turned his head and glanced, Zhuang Jingchun's hand was still on his shoulder. On this winter night, the temperature of that hand was extraordinarily warm, and Xu Xizhou suddenly became greedy for a while.

He hesitated for a while, and instead of reminding him, he quietly leaned in the direction of Zhuang Jingchun.

A week later, Xu Xizhou flew to the UK. He first went to the school to go through the registration procedures, and after receiving the textbook, he went directly to London to prepare for the winter test of the lightning team.

Every year, one month before the start of the season, each team will successively test the new cars developed. Silverstone is the most popular venue for the British Grand Prix, known for its long straights and high-speed corners, making it an excellent track for testing car performance.

Two days before the winter test, Xu Xizhou checked into a local hotel and began to get in touch with his team. He is no stranger to his teammates. The two have participated in the competition together. Their name is Howard, a tall, thin, blond German. He is three years older than Xu Xizhou and has a much calmer personality. He also got on the podium last season and performed well.

On the day of the test, Xu Xizhou drove to the track ahead of schedule. The team manager saw his nervousness and said something to comfort him. Yuan Mu also made a special trip to call him across the ocean, reminding him to remember to adjust his mentality.

But Xu Xizhou knew in his heart that he was nervous because he had not touched the steering wheel of an F2 car for several years. Although he had run on the simulator before, the real track conditions were changing rapidly, and he had been participating in the last few years of his last life. For some unpopular events, the gap in recent years cannot be made up by making up.