He opened the lounge door and found a strange man in a suit standing beside the team manager.

"Hello, Mr. Xu, I'm the special assistant to the president of Ren's Enterprise. I don't know if you have time in the evening. Our president wants to—"

"I'm sorry, I'm not free today." Xu Xizhou is really in no mood to deal with investors now. He just wanted to be alone and not be disturbed by anyone.

Low Tesuke did not insist, but his face was not very good-looking.

He returned to the VIP box and told Ren Junyun what had just happened, with a hint of anger in his tone.

"This Xu Xizhou really doesn't know what's good or bad. He's just a third-rate racing driver. He didn't even enter F1, but he took up the air."

"That kid may have lost the game, so he's not in the mood to eat." Ren Junyun didn't mind. He originally wanted to have a chat with the young man when he was eating. If he could talk, he could consider sponsoring him. Since the young man is so ignorant of current affairs, he is too lazy to spend any more time.

After all, he wiped away the face of the Ren family, and he returned to the other side to go down the steps, which is already benevolent and righteous.

in the lounge.

Xu Xizhou sat back in the chair with a somewhat remorseful expression.

"I just... shouldn't I reject that assistant?"

As usual, Zhuang Jingchun would probably say that your impulsiveness may have cost the team a lot of sponsorship, but now, looking at Xu Xizhou, he can't say a word of blame.

"Since you have refused, why do you still think so much, what do you want to eat at night?"

"I don't have an appetite. I'll just go back to the hotel and have something to eat later."

"There will be a sprint race tomorrow. Are you going to face it in this state?" Zhuang Jingchun grabbed his arm and pulled him up from the chair with a strong tone.

"Let me have something to eat and then go back to the hotel."

He took Xu Xizhou to a Chinese restaurant in town.

Xu Xizhou looked at the menu and seemed to be lacking in interest, so he ordered two dishes at random. He estimated that this was a nondescript Chinese restaurant, and he didn't have any expectations. He didn't expect that when the food came out, it tasted unexpectedly good. Especially the Mapo Tofu and Gong Bao Chicken, which taste exactly the same as the ones he eats in China.

"How did you find this restaurant?"

"I've come to Melbourne to compete before, my mum brought me here."

This was the first time that Zhuang Jingchun took the initiative to mention his competition in front of him. Xu Xizhou immediately became interested and stared at him curiously.

"Then you...why didn't you continue to drive?"

Zhuang Jingchun was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly took off her glasses. He turned his face slightly, and the scar at the corner of his right eye could be seen in the bright light.

"At Monza, my car flipped while cornering. At that time, the safety facilities of the car were not perfect."

Xu Xizhou's hand froze while holding the chopsticks. He knows better than anyone what the consequences will be if a car with a speed of more than 300 kilometers per hour overturns.

Zhuang Jingchun was very lucky to survive.

Xu Xizhou suddenly felt that compared with Zhuang Jingchun's experience, his feelings of loss and depression were nothing but futile. He actually had red eyes in front of Zhuang Jingchun, which was really embarrassing.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked this." Xu Xizhou felt a little guilty.

Zhuang Jingchun smiled and didn't care.

"Ten years ago, I'm not that vulnerable."

"Ten years ago?"

Xu Xizhou's eyes widened slightly, looking a little unbelievable, "Then how old are you now?"

He always thought that Zhuang Jingchun was around twenty-five, so he was almost thirty?

Zhuang Jingchun could clearly see what he was thinking, he squinted slightly, turned his chopsticks, and knocked his head unhappily.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and eat quickly."

After being comforted by Zhuang Jingchun, in the next day's sprint race, Xu Xizhou's condition was much better. Even though he started at the end, he still overtook all the way and successfully got points.

Although he missed the podium, Xu Xizhou's mentality has calmed down. Anyway, there are still seven races to come, and he will win it one by one.

The second game is in Monaco, with a one-month gap from the opener. Xu Xizhou took advantage of this time to go back to school and hand in two papers.

Considering that he is a racing driver, the school has no attendance requirements for him, and most of his classes are also online. However, this does not mean that the school's requirements for him will be reduced. When he is not training on the track, he will stay in his apartment to check information and write papers.

One week before the Monaco Grand Prix, Wang Miao came to London to see him.

As soon as he entered Xu Xizhou's apartment, he frowned, "You are too young, only about seventy square meters, how about I change you a villa, the kind with a nanny?"

"Come on, Young Master Wang, I can't afford to live in a villa with my salary now."

Wang Miao sat at the head of the bed and saw that there were thick English documents on the bedside table on the carpet, and her head was big.

"Do you write papers in your apartment every day? What a nerd, go out with me at night to be happy!"

After all, Wang Miao came all the way to see him, but Xu Xizhou had no choice, so he dragged him to the bar.

As soon as he entered, his cell phone rang. It was a text message from Zhuang Jingchun.

- I'm in London on business, do you want something to eat? I bring you.

Has he come to London too? Xu Xizhou was a little surprised, and was about to reply when one hand grabbed the phone from him.

"What are you looking at on your phone when you come to the bar? Look up, there are handsome guys everywhere."

Xu Xizhou raised his head helplessly. After looking around, he was suddenly dumbfounded. Why are all the men here?

"Why did you bring me gay?" He lowered his voice, his tone a little flustered.

"Relax, this is a country of corruption. Look, at four o'clock, there is a handsome guy with blue eyes winking at you."

"He's winking at you."

"It's all the same, it means we are attractive."

Wang Miao happily dragged him to the bar and ordered a Bloody Mary for him. Xu Xizhou frowned as soon as he took a sip.