"What are you doing here if you don't attend the celebration party?"

Xu Xizhou's hand holding the cup was a little stiff. Those unspeakable minds seem to be exposed at this moment.

Xu Xizhou didn't like the feeling of being controlled by another person. He shook the ice cubes in the glass and shrugged nonchalantly.

"It's very lively here. I can't come and see? Maybe there will be my fans in there."

Zhuang Jingchun smiled and did not reveal his lame reason.

"Go back, the team might be looking for us."

Friday, before qualifying.

As soon as Xu Xizhou came out of the training room, he ran into Blake who was skateboarding.

When the other party saw him, he immediately stopped the skateboard, flipped his foot, and squeezed the skateboard in his hand.

Xu Xizhou was ready to have a fight with him, but Blake's face was unexpectedly calm.

"In this game, I will definitely surpass you."

Trey's cars have always had a big advantage on the straights, and the Baku circuit is famous for its wide and long straights, making it easy to overtake. It's not unreasonable for Blake to talk like that.

"Then I'll wait and see."

Xu Xizhou didn't take his provocation to heart. In fact, he felt a little unaccustomed to not having a few words with Blake before each game.

Back in the lounge, Xu Xizhou unexpectedly found that there were two reporters with Asian faces waiting at the door.

His first reaction was that his true identity was exposed, and his eyes were a little wary. He put the towel on his head and turned to leave, when one of the reporters wearing glasses hurriedly ran after him.

"Mr. Xu Xizhou, we are reporters from NX Sports News, can I do a brief interview with you?"

Sports news, that doesn't seem to be the gossip paparazzi.

Xu Xizhou felt a little relieved, took off the towel from his head, put it on his shoulders, and turned around lazily.

"If you have anything to ask, hurry up and ask, I have a qualifying match later."

"Mr. Xu, you won the championship in the last Morocco race. Do you have any expectations for this one?"

"I'll try my best, it's best to be on the podium."

The man with glasses smiled and asked a few more questions about how he usually trains. Xu Xizhou also answered them one by one.

"Last question, there are rumors that you got into F2 because of funding from an investor in Lightning Racing, and you have an extraordinary relationship with that investor, is that true?"

Xu Xizhou's face stiffened.

He never thought that there was such a big hole waiting for him. Obviously, no matter what he said, it would be misunderstood.

"I'm sorry, this is my private matter, so it's not convenient to answer."

The man with glasses is persevering, and his small eyes exude a smug light, and he is bound to dig out some more explosive gossip.

"You didn't deny it, did you just acquiesce to your relationship with the investor? Do your adoptive parents know about these things? What do they think?"

"Where are you journalists from?"

A cold voice suddenly came to mind behind him. Zhuang Jingchun looked bad and strode over.

"The time for the pre-race interview is long overdue. You guys here harassing a racer about to race, do you know the consequences?"

The man with glasses looked at the man exuding cold air, subconsciously a little scared.

"We'll just ask a few questions and leave right away.

Zhuang Jingchun stared into his eyes and snorted coldly.

"Take out your press credentials and have a look."

"Who are you, why should you look at our press card?"

"I'm a member of the FIA ​​committee. Do you think I'm qualified to see your press credentials? Or do you want me to call security and leave you?"

Zhuang Jingchun has a deep and handsome mixed-race face, and with full of momentum, the man in glasses hesitated for a few seconds, and reluctantly took out his press card from his pocket.

Zhuang Jingchun opened it and glanced at it, and the corners of her mouth taunted.

"When did Orange Daily also care about sports news?"

The man with glasses was a little guilty, "We have always reported on everything, not limited to the subject matter."

Xu Xizhou took a look in front of Zhuang Jingchun, and his forehead suddenly burst into blue veins. He gritted his teeth and said, "Pretend to be a sports reporter trying to trick me? Your pass was not obtained by illegal means, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the man with glasses and his companions became anxious.

"No, we really don't have any other intentions, we just want to make a report..."

"Give me the camera." Zhuang Jingchun said coldly.

The glasses man's companion hesitated for a while, and reluctantly handed him the camera.

With a cold face, Zhuang Jingchun took out the SD card from the camera and broke it in half.

"Don't let me see anything about today on the domestic news or my lawyers will be happy to send you a court summons."

Watching the two reporters walk away, Xu Xizhou rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"You played in this state last year?" Zhuang Jingchun asked.

Xu Xizhou nodded and smiled bitterly.

"This year is not bad. After two games, reporters blocked me. In the second half of last year, I was surrounded by a bunch of reporters when I left the track, both domestic and foreign."

Zhuang Jingchun frowned. He used to be like everyone else, self-righteous and felt that Xu Xizhou had a bad mentality last season, did not seize the opportunity, and destroyed his future. But he only now realizes how much pressure and trouble Xu Xizhou was carrying last year, and how difficult it was for him to persist in the game.

He rubbed the top of the boy's hair a little distressed.

"Don't worry, I will tell the organizing committee to let him strengthen the security nearby."

Xu Xizhou hummed, suddenly thought of something, and looked up at him.

"Are you really a member of that FIA?"

"Of course not, I made it up casually." Zhuang Jingchun blinked, a hint of slyness flashed in her green eyes.