In the race, only the top eight drivers can get points. Starting from eleventh place means that he has to surpass at least three drivers in the race before he can hope to get points.

After getting off the race car, Xu Xizhou entered the lounge a little dejected.

Zhuang Jingchun also knew the result and was waiting for him inside.

Xu Xizhou lowered his head, not even daring to look at his face.

"I ran too badly, sorry."

"Why are you saying sorry to me? I'm your boyfriend, not your team manager."

Zhuang Jingchun laughed a little. He took Xu Xizhou into his arms and patted his shoulder lightly.

"It's only the first stop, and it's only a qualifying match. There are still many variables in the future. I believe you."

"Then what should I do if I also have poor results in the race?"

"Then there is another stop, the next stop, anyway, your boyfriend will always support you."

Chapter 084 Bahrain Grand Prix

Half an hour later, Q3's qualifying was over, and the final result came out. Red Bull's Di Canio took the pole position, followed by Mercedes-Benz's Elliott, starting from second place. Edward participated in F1 qualifying for the first time and also achieved a good third place.

Charles, who was in the same team as him, was fifth. For Charles, this result is not bad, but it is no surprise.

At the end of the qualifying session, Carl called both Xu Xizhou and Charles into the conference room for a meeting.

"Xu, your goal this time is to get points. Of course, don't be impatient when you start, you must stabilize your position first."

"Charles, you can definitely hit the podium. However, you have to pay special attention to Edward of Red Bull Racing. As the second driver of Red Bull Racing, he will definitely try his best to hold his position and create opportunities for Di Canio."

After Carl finished speaking, he suddenly sighed inaudibly.

"If the two drivers in our team are ranked at the same level, we can cooperate with each other. Now there is nothing to do."

Hearing his words, Xu Xizhou felt ashamed.

After leaving the conference room, Xu Xizhou walked around the track again.

The Bahrain circuit at night was very brightly lit, the surrounding palm trees were swept by the night wind, and the broad leaves rustled.

The main feature of the Bahrain circuit is the large straight line with compound corners. There are three drs areas on the entire track, which are also key areas for all vehicles to conduct offensive and defensive battles.

Tracks with such characteristics often have high requirements on the dynamic performance of the car, and the adjustment of the suspension system of the car will also affect the performance of the driver.

McLaren has been using Mercedes-Benz engines for several years. The performance of the power unit is not much different from that of the Mercedes-Benz team. But the real gap from team to team lies in the understanding of the overall architecture of the car. This is where McLaren is relatively lacking.

After all, McLaren is the second echelon, and there is no way to compete with top teams like Red Bull Mercedes.

Therefore, as long as it can get on the podium, it is a miracle for McLaren.

When Xu Xizhou returned to the hotel from the track, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening. He swiped his card and entered the door, only to find Zhuang Jingchun sitting inside waiting for him.

"Why haven't you slept so late?"

"If you don't come back, I can't sleep alone." Zhuang Jingchun closed the book in her hand, put it aside, and walked towards him.

He raised his hand and touched Xu Xizhou's slightly wrinkled brow.

"Why do you look so worried, your team manager criticized you?"

Xu Xizhou shook his head, "No, he just told me to work hard and try to get points."

After all, he is a newcomer to F1, and McLaren will not have high expectations for him for the time being.

"No one criticized you, why are you still so frowning?"

Zhuang Jingchun rubbed his cheek and pulled him to sit down at the dining table.

"I bought some supper, do you want something to eat?"

Xu Xizhou sat down on the chair, only to realize that there were several thermal insulation boxes on the table.

He opened it and saw that there were lean meat porridge and various Chinese dim sums. Xu Xizhou smelled the aroma of the food, and his stomach suddenly growled twice.

Seeing the delicious food, Xu Xizhou put those troubles behind him in a blink of an eye. He took apart two pairs of chopsticks and handed one pair to Zhuang Jingchun.

"You can eat with me too."

Zhuang Jingchun couldn't beat him, so she had to sit down and have supper with him.

Xu Xizhou's appetite was surprisingly good. He swept the dim sum on the table in two or three times. After drinking the last mouthful of lean meat porridge, he patted his slightly bulging belly and burped.

"Don't let my nutritionist know about you buying me a late-night snack."

"Why should I tell your nutritionist?"

Zhuang Jingchun got up to clean up the things on the table, and turned to ask Xu Xizhou to help, but found that the boy was holding up his sweater and observing his stomach.

"My six-pack abs... I only have four left after eating." Xu Xizhou's tone was a little depressing.

"Where are your four-pack abs, at most two?"

Hearing Zhuang Jingchun's words, Xu Xizhou was a little dissatisfied, he stood up and looked Zhuang Jingchun up and down.

"Then how many abdominal muscles do you have, let me see?"

"Didn't you see it before?"

With a smile on the corner of Zhuang Jingchun's mouth, she put the insulation box under the tap and rinsed it one by one.

Xu Xizhou suddenly recalled how he saw Zhuang Jingchun's abdominal muscles before. His handsome face was slightly red, and he said with a guilty conscience, "I only saw it at night, and I couldn't see it clearly after turning off the lights."

"Then turn on the lights for you to see later?"

Xu Xizhou cut, "Isn't it just two more abdominal muscles than me? What's there to show off?"

Having said that, he couldn't help but leaned in front of the man, hugged his waist from behind, and moved his fingers uneasily.

After being slapped by Xu Xizhou, Zhuang Jingchun was still washing the insulation box in the sink without changing her face.