Zhuang Jingchun walked over slowly, put her finger on the number eighteen, and gently rubbed it, as gentle as she was stroking her lover's face.

"I heard the results of qualifying, you have to get up for dinner no matter what."

Hearing this sound, the lump on the bed moved, and the boy's muffled voice came from the quilt.

"How did you come to qualifying?"

He didn't want Zhuang Jingchun to see such a bad performance at all.

"I took an annual leave. I'm free for the next two weeks."

Xu Xizhou snorted, slowly got out of the quilt, and sat down on the bedside dejected.

"You are so busy that you also have time to spare." He teased, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Xu Xizhou." Zhuang Jingchun suddenly called out his name.

"When the game in Sochi is over, I'll give you a week off, and you can play as you want."

Xu Xizhou snorted softly, and finally had some expression on his face.

There was a month between the race in Sochi and the second-to-last race in Saudi Arabia. This time was neither too long nor too short. It was usually a time for teams to hurry up their training. He never thought about it. Zhuang Jingchun would give him a holiday so generously.

"What if my performance in the race tomorrow is poor? What if I don't even get points..."

"It's okay, your fake photo is on."

Xu Xizhou nodded solemnly, thought of something, and looked up at him.

"Are you... are you wooing me with sugar-coated cannonballs now?"

Zhuang Jingchun raised her eyebrows slightly, "Then do you accept wooing?"

"I think about it..." Xu Xizhou blinked and stared at him suddenly, with a hint of anticipation and eagerness in his eyes.

"There is a small condition. You are also on vacation, or we can make do with it, how about a two-person tour?"

"Okay."

Xu Xizhou did not expect that he would agree so readily, his chest was filled with joy, and his whole body suddenly felt a little fluttering.

"Are you in the mood for dinner now?" Zhuang Jingchun asked again.

Xu Xizhou raised the corner of his mouth and nodded with a smile.

The mood that was originally shrouded in haze, after Zhuang Jingchun appeared, seemed to instantly shine into the sun. Even poor qualifying results are no longer unbearable.

This kind of experience, even Xu Xizhou himself felt novel.

Saturday, race day.

Russia has become very cold in October, with a biting northerly wind. The weather today is not as good as it was yesterday, with large grey lead clouds strewn across the sky, and it seems that there is a tendency to rain at any time.

Before the start of the race, the team held a technical analysis meeting to discuss what kind of tires to use. Zhuang Jingchun, who has always been silent, made a rare comment.

"We don't need a conservative strategy, we can take a risk and stop for rain tires when it rains."

The team's engineer in charge of pit stop strategy was a little surprised. Usually, they chose the most conservative tire plan. didn't expect Zhuang Jingchun to be so aggressive today.

"If it rains lightly, or if the rain stops halfway through, changing the rain tires will affect the performance, right?"

"I've read the weather forecasts in Russia over the years. Once it rains, it won't stop for a while, so I use rain tires."

He has a tough attitude, and the other engineers are not good at saying anything. Coupled with the fact that none of the drivers have objected, they have nothing to say.

After the meeting came out, Xu Xizhou pulled Zhuang Jingchun aside and looked at him curiously.

"You ran the Sochi race before, why are you so sure it will rain?"

"Does your wrist still hurt?"

Zhuang Jingchun didn't answer his question, just stared at his right hand.

Xu Xizhou rubbed his right wrist subconsciously, "Yesterday was fine, but today it suddenly hurts a bit."

"It's caused by the high humidity in the air. The possibility of rain on the track today is very high."

After Zhuang Jingchun finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold his right wrist, his thumb pressed on the place where Xu Xizhou had been injured, and suddenly he took out a white thing from his pocket.

Seeing Zhuang Jingchun stick a piece of plaster on her wrist, Xu Xizhou laughed dumbly.

"No, you still believe this?"

"It's not bad to try it. This plaster has a warming effect and will make you feel more comfortable."

Zhuang Jingchun's fingers were slender and fair, and looking at the way the other party was holding her wrist seriously, Xu Xizhou's heartstrings seemed to be moved by something.

The place touched by the man brought strange heat, Xu Xizhou was shocked, and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

"I'm going to change my clothes." He turned around hastily, almost running away.

The five red lights went out and the game officially started.

Although he started in 10th place, Xu Xizhou had a very bright start and had already overtaken two cars when he passed the first corner.

Entering the second corner, this is the best overtaking point in the whole race, and it is also a corner that all drivers are fiercely competing for. Five minutes into the race, there was an accident at turn two. Several racing cars collided in a series, and Xu Xizhou was involved in it, and passed by a crooked racing car in a thrilling manner.

He dashed out of the chaotic curve with a near miss, scraped by debris, but it was not a big problem. Next, he entered the most iconic turn 3 of the Sochi circuit, an ultra-long arc, which tested the driver's choice of route. Xu Xizhou stared at the front with all his attention, not daring to relax any vigilance.

In the first section of the track, he drove fairly smoothly, and in the second section it was a series of medium and high-speed corners. The icy cold wind whizzed past, and even through the helmet, he could feel the coldness of the north wind.

Every time he braked, braked, refueled, his nerves were highly tense. There was another familiar pain in the wrist, but after the pain, there was another layer of warmth.

The scene where Zhuang Jingchun lowered his head and put plaster on him flashed through his mind like a movie. There was a heat flow in the depths of the heart, and in the roaring engine sound, a strong desire to surpass was clamoring in the blood.