The agreement between the two of them expired, and Zhuang Jingchun would naturally not sponsor him again. It was the racing car that connected them. Once this bond is lost, will his life with Zhuang Jingchun still intersect?

Thinking of this, Xu Xizhou suddenly felt unspeakable in his heart. Although that day has not yet come, he has already begun to worry unfounded.

If the bond with this is broken, then what reason will he have to stay by Zhuang Jingchun's side?

Troubled by miscellaneous thoughts, Xu Xizhou didn't sleep well that night. The next day, he went to the track with two big dark circles under his eyes, preparing to practice for the sprint race.

Insomnia at night directly affected his state of the game. During the sprint race, his performance was almost 108,000 miles worse than the main race, but he just had to pass by and get a decent score.

At the end of the sprint, the team manager immediately came up with a water cup and looked at him with some concern.

"Xu, your state is not quite right today, did something happen?"

Xu Xizhou took the water cup he handed over, and gulped a gulp of water. Putting the cup down, he wiped the corners of his mouth, "It's nothing, just a little insomnia last night."

"The next race is back-to-back, the schedule is very tight, you must not lose the chain." The team manager said bitterly, "The gap with Edward has finally narrowed. If the mentality problem affects the last race. The game, it's too much to lose, and your hard work all year will be in vain."

Xu Xizhou nodded, "I know, I will adjust."

"Otherwise, I'll help you find a psychotherapist. You must be under too much pressure, and I can understand—" the team manager was babbling on when suddenly, someone called his name, It was Zhuang Jingchun who came over at some point.

"I'll talk to him. You should talk to Howard, he's not doing well these few stops."

When the team manager was reminded by him, he realized that his focus had been on Xu Xizhou for the past few months, and he ignored another driver intentionally or unintentionally. He felt a little ashamed.

"Okay, boss, let's talk first, and I'll go to Howard."

Xu Xizhou didn't look much better when he saw Zhuang Jingchun appear. He didn't take off his helmet, he was wearing a racing suit, and he found a corner cushion and sat down, looking like he didn't really want to talk to Zhuang Jingchun.

"What's the matter with you today? Can you be overtaken by Andrew? It's not like you should be."

Zhuang Jingchun stood behind him with a stern tone.

"No matter how good a racer is, there will be times when mistakes are made. Just treat me as a mistake." Xu Xizhou's tone was dull.

"Whether it's a mistake, you know it yourself."

Zhuang Jingchun stared at him, his tone slightly increased, "Whether it is F2 or F1, the sport of racing has never been a one-person competition. You can achieve today's results without the hard work of more than 200 people from the entire team. I No matter what the reason is for you to be emotional, you should not bring this emotion to the field. What you are failing is the efforts of everyone in the team.”

This was the first time in the paddock that Zhuang Jingchun accused him so severely. Xu Xizhou was already uncomfortable, but when he said this, he felt more and more guilty.

In fact, after the sprint match ended, he regretted it and realized that he shouldn't be affected by things off the field like last year. He has driven the car for so many years, and he doesn't know how many people are silently paying behind the glory of each racer.

He agreed with what Zhuang Jingchun said. It's just that he's also a human being, not a machine that works precisely and never fails. Is a loss in a game so unforgivable in Zhuang Jingchun's eyes?

"Have you heard it?" Zhuang Jingchun couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw that he was still bowing his head.

"I heard it, it's all my fault, or you will deduct all my bonuses this year, will this relieve my anger?"

The boy's choked voice sounded in his ears.

Zhuang Jingchun was stunned for a moment, only to realize that she had gone too far. Xu Xizhou's loss in the game was more uncomfortable than anyone else, and he even said such words to stimulate him.

"Xiaozhou, I..."

Zhuang Jingchun felt a little regretful. He raised his hand and put it on top of Xu Xizhou's helmet, trying to touch his head. Just as his fingers touched the helmet, the boy suddenly stood up and ran out without looking back.

Xu Xizhou did not eat dinner in the convoy, but took a taxi and casually found a local restaurant for dinner.

But he was in a bad mood and didn't eat much. After taking a few bites, he put down his knife and fork.

After leaving the restaurant, he walked alone on the empty road. Unconsciously, came to a remote alley.

There are no street lights here, and the air is eerily quiet. Xu Xizhou quickly took out his mobile phone and glanced at the map, only to realize that he had taken the wrong way, which was not the way back to the hotel at all.

He regretted it a little, because he was unfamiliar abroad, and it would be bad if he encountered a robbery.

Just as he was thinking of what to do, he was about to turn around to leave when two dark shadows suddenly appeared in the alley on the right.

Two Arab men in gray turbans and bushy beards came over, the daggers in their hands emitting a cold light.

"A single Asian man may be a fat sheep, and he can be slaughtered well." The tall man's eyes were full of greed.

"Don't hurt anyone when you do it, this little guy looks pretty good, you can take it back to play." The short man beside him smiled evilly.

Xu Xizhou couldn't understand what they were talking about, but looking at the eyes of the two, he knew that nothing good happened. In particular, the slightly shorter man looked at him with a very revealing gaze, which made Xu Xizhou almost nauseous.

The two robbers were armed with knives, and he couldn't fight them hard, so he could only take it easy first.

Taking out his wallet from his pocket, Xu Xizhou raised his hand and said in English, "I'm a racing driver and I live in a nearby hotel. If you don't have money, I can give it to you. As long as you don't hurt me, I can agree to any conditions. you."