Xu Xizhou listened to the data reported by the engineer on the radio, narrowed his eyes slightly, held the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator.

After the qualifying results came out, Blake really got the pole position, Edward came in second, and Xu Xizhou was only 0.02 seconds behind Edward and came in third.

Hearing the result of the qualifying race, Xu Xizhou slammed the steering wheel hard and sighed with regret.

"Xu, don't be discouraged, we still have a chance in the race. Although the Trey team has an advantage on the straight, our tuning is not bad. Their car's downforce is not enough, and it will definitely have an impact when cornering."

Xu Xizhou nodded and returned to his lounge with no energy.

On Saturday morning, after the free practice session, the first thing he did was go back to the P room. He originally thought he would see that tall and slender figure, but unexpectedly, there was no face he wanted to see in the crowd.

Xu Xizhou was a little disappointed. He lowered his eyes and took out his mobile phone. He was hesitating whether to call Zhuang Jingchun when someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

"Wang Miao, why... is it you?"

"You seem disappointed when you see me?" Wang Miao stared at him suspiciously, "Is it not me who you were expecting?"

Xu Xizhou smiled reluctantly, "I'm just surprised. Why didn't you tell me earlier when you were coming. You've been locked up in your house for so long, and finally you're willing to let you out?"

"It's not that simple. I've been on a hunger strike for several days, and I'm going to jump off the building again. My grandparents couldn't stand it, so they went to my dad to ask for mercy, and finally my dad had to let me out."

"You're pretty good at using bitter meat."

"That's right. Young master's acting skills are not covered."

Wang Miao warmly embraced his shoulders, and was about to walk forward, when Yu Guang suddenly caught sight of something and frowned.

Xu Xizhou seemed to feel something, looked in his direction, and saw Lu Rong and Zhang Yan unexpectedly.

Lu Rong met his gaze and smiled gently at him. Zhang Yan glared at him unconvinced, holding his arms, as if preparing to see him make a fool of himself.

"No, it's fine for Lu Rong to come to see your game, why did Zhang Yan even follow him?" Wang Miao was very surprised.

Xu Xizhou hooked the corners of his mouth, "I made a bet with Zhang Yan, plus he loves Lu Rong to the death, it's not surprising that he would come over."

"What bet did you make? Hurry up and listen." Wang Miao was full of curiosity.

Xu Xizhou glanced at him, suddenly thought of something, narrowed his eyes slightly, and stared at him with a bad expression.

"I heard... Zhuang Jingchun and I agreed to be boyfriends. Did you tell Lu Rong when you were drunk?"

Wang Miao's expression stiffened.

"I... I really didn't mean it that time. I was having a good time in the bar that day, but I didn't expect Lu Rong to be there. That guy was a scheming guy. He deliberately provoked me to drink and took my words."

"Lao Xu, don't be mad at me, okay? You can make amends whatever you want me to do." Wang Miao squeezed his shoulder with a flattering expression.

"I want you to stay away from me now." Xu Xizhou rubbed his forehead with a headache and patted his arm away.

"Okay, okay, I'll just stay away from you. I booked a Michelin restaurant in Milan. When the game is over, I'll treat you to a big meal, and then we can go to a bar in Milan in the evening..."

"Let's talk later." Xu Xizhou interrupted him helplessly.

Before the race starts.

Xu Xizhou finished warming up, and after the technical meeting with the team, he returned to the lounge, picked up his phone and glanced at it.

This guy obviously promised to watch the match at Monza, but why didn't he come now?

Could it be that Father Zhuang's condition worsened again?

When he thought about the situation getting worse and worse, the phone suddenly rang. Seeing the caller ID, Xu Xizhou's face was happy, and he quickly answered the phone.

"Sorry, I could have arrived at noon, but unfortunately the plane was delayed. It will take about an hour for me to get to the paddock now." Zhuang Jingchun's voice was full of apology.

Hearing this familiar voice, Xu Xizhou suddenly lost the slightest depression in his heart.

"It's okay, you can come if you can. Is your uncle's health any better?"

"He has been discharged from the hospital and is now recuperating at home."

"That's good." Xu Xizhou wanted to say something, but the team manager's urging voice came from outside the door, so he had to keep his words down.

"The game is about to start, I'll hang up first."

"Well, come on for the game, just do your best."

It's sunny today with a light breeze and just the right humidity in the air.

The stands were filled with spectators who came to watch the game. National flags of various colors fluttered in the wind. Xu Xizhou saw a few five-star red flags inside.

Before getting into the racing car, Xu Xizhou waved his hand in the direction of the national flag, and there was a burst of excited shouting from the stand.

"Xu Xizhou, come on!"

"Zhouzhou, come on!!"

"I really don't know why these people are yelling, it's not a concert." In the VIP audience area, Zhang Yan sat next to Lu Rong, his tone was sour.

At this time, a yin and yang strange voice came from above.

"Are you jealous? Are you jealous that Xu Xizhou's popularity is high and his racing car is so good. And you, do you have ten fans after driving for so long?"

It was Wang Miao who was sitting above the two of them. He had a bag of chips in his hand and was eating with relish.

"Are you courting death?" Zhang Yan glared at Wang Miao fiercely.

"Have you two finished? If you keep arguing, sooner or later you will be asked out by the security guard."

Lu Rong looked helpless, like an adult mediating a dispute between two children in a kindergarten.

"The game is about to start, can you be quiet?"

"I'm too lazy to quarrel with the red-haired monster." Wang Miao rolled her eyes and ate the potato chips again, making a clicking sound in her mouth.

"Who are you calling the red-haired monster?"

"Whoever talks to me is the red-haired monster."

"You fucking—"