Besides, he is now dating Zhuang Jingchun, so they shouldn't do such things to interfere with his feelings.

Only in this way, Su Fan's behavior made him even more unpredictable.

Knowing that he has a boyfriend, he has to fly all the way to block the two of them. Can someone like Su Fan do such a self-depreciating thing?

In the booth here, Zhuang Jingchun put down his chopsticks and coughed twice.

The atmosphere of silence was broken at this moment, and the two seemed to have given up their false peace and decided to open the skylight to speak eloquently.

"Mr. Su, you came here, haven't you given up on Xiaozhou? I'm afraid I have to remind you that Xiaozhou and I are in a relationship now and have a very good relationship. Xiaozhou will not buy your account for those tricks you play. ."

Su Fan picked up the goblet and shook the red wine inside, his eyelids drooping slightly.

"I don't hide it from Mr. Zhuang. From the first time I saw Xiaozhou, I liked him. I believe that if I didn't exist, as long as I worked hard enough, over time, I would be able to impress Xiaozhou."

Zhuang Jing laughed innocently, with a sarcastic expression.

"You also said it was if. The reality is that I'm his boyfriend, and you are no different from a stranger to Xiaozhou. Where do you get the confidence that you can impress him?"

"You're not married, you're just dating. It's not a foregone conclusion yet."

Su Fan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, drank the red wine from the goblet, with a strange look in his eyes.

"As far as I know, the reason why Xiaozhou likes you is because you sponsored his race and helped him when he was in trouble. Xiaozhou has become an F1 driver now, and he has such a good family background, why? You don't lack, what do you think is unique to him now?"

Zhuang Jingchun twitched the corners of his mouth coldly.

"What about you? What is there for him to look at? You don't even know how to race a car."

"At least I'm not as old-fashioned as you are."

Zhuang Jingchun sneered, "Unfortunately, even if I'm old-fashioned and boring, Xiaozhou likes it."

Su Fan was choked for a while, and he was speechless. He drank several sips of red wine before suppressing the turbid air in his chest.

Xu Xizhou returned to his seat and found that the dishes on the table were still the same, and the two of them didn't seem to eat much.

"You two are too hungry, why are there so many dishes left?"

"No way, it's a bit off-putting today." Zhuang Jingchun was neither salty nor bland.

Xu Xizhou looked at Su Fan on the opposite side again.

"You must be hungry after flying all the way, why don't you eat more?"

Su Fan forced a smile, "I'm almost full, don't worry about me, eat it yourself."

Xu Xizhou looked left and right. Anyway, as long as the two didn't fight, everything should be fine.

After lunch, Xu Xizhou returned to the track. There were practice matches and qualifying matches in the afternoon. He took a short rest for dozens of minutes, then got up and started training again.

Ren Duo and Su Fan went back to the hotel to put things away, and only Zhuang Jingchun stayed with him.

Qualifying begins in twenty minutes.

Xu Xizhou changed into his fireproof suit and racing suit, put on gloves and a helmet, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of the lounge.

Zhuang Jingchun was waiting for him at the door. Seeing him come out, the man's eyes gently touched his helmet.

"Don't be nervous, just do your best."

Xu Xizhou nodded vigorously and walked towards the track.

In the pit lane, the engineers were doing their final checks on the car, and the team manager, wearing headphones, walked around restlessly.

The qualifying rules of F1 adopt a staged elimination system, with a total of three quarters, referred to as Q1Q2Q3.

In each qualifying session, the fastest lap run by each driver within the specified time is used as the valid result. In the first and second quarters of qualifying, the last five drivers will be eliminated, and the top ten drivers in single lap speed will eventually enter Q3.

The starting order of the race is based on the results of Q3. The driver who can run the fastest lap can start from pole position in the race. So every qualifying match is crucial.

Xu Xizhou sat in the car, adjusted his helmet, and after confirming that the parameters of the car were normal, he made an OK gesture to the engineer.

The order of qualifying matches can be decided by the respective teams. Karl, fearing that he would be under too much pressure, didn't put him in the back, but put him in fourth place, just behind Red Bull's Edward.

When the indicator light came on, Xu Xizhou took a deep breath, started the engine, and drove the car out of the maintenance area.

The first lap is a regular warm-up lap, which is not timed, and the second lap is the timed lap that is counted as a valid score, also known as the flying lap.

Before the starting line, the twenty cars crowded together started almost at the same time. Everyone wants to run the best, so it is inevitable that someone will deliberately fall behind and try to rub against the wake of the car in front.

Xu Xizhou didn't think so much, and quickly squeezed out of the traffic. Entering the flight lap, Xu Xizhou stepped on the accelerator to the deepest point, fully opened the horsepower, and started to gallop on the track to his heart's content.

His palms were sweating slightly, his heart was hitting his chest at a high speed, and the rapidly receding scene turned into a blurry phantom in his eyes. The only thing clear is the winding track ahead.

At the end of the timing lap, Xu Xizhou drove the car back to the maintenance area. Not long after he stopped, Charles returned.

Not surprisingly, both entered the second quarter of qualifying.

In Q2, Xu Xizhou's pressure has obviously increased, and the feeling of being eliminated at the bottom is really uncomfortable. He can only try to get rid of these numerous thoughts in his head and focus on the track ahead.

After the end of Q2, Xu Xizhou waited anxiously for the result.

"Sorry, Xu, you didn't make it to Q3, you were ranked eleventh."

Although Xu Xizhou had expected this result, it still seemed like he was hit in the head. It was a bad result he couldn't even imagine when he ran F2.