"You may not know how uncomfortable he was when he couldn't drive the car. Now, he puts all his hopes on you, but you are so willful and self-sacrificing, do you think you are doing the right thing?"

There was no one in the corridor, and the incandescent light was shining on Xu Xizhou's face. His cheeks seemed to have lost their blood at the same time, and they were abnormally pale.

"It's not up to you, an outsider, to intervene in my affairs with him."

Putting down these words in a shaky tone, Xu Xizhou mostly walked out of the corridor.

When we got back to the hotel, it was late at night.

Xu Xizhou walked into the room a little lost. Zhuang Jingchun was working on the balcony, when she saw the boy walk in, her slender fingers left the keyboard, and she stood up from the white rattan chair.

"Criticized by Carl?"

Zhuang Jingchun walked up to him, gave him a hug habitually, and rubbed his cheek.

"Isn't it just that I didn't play well in qualifying? It's fine to overtake tomorrow in the main race. Don't worry, I believe in you."

Xu Xizhou nodded, his head rested on Zhuang Jingchun's shoulder, his eyes were a little out of focus, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at Zhuang Jingchun.

"What if... I'm not as good as you think?"

Zhuang Jingchun always felt that his tone was a bit strange when he said this.

"Why do you suddenly say such a thing, you are the best racing driver in my heart."

Xu Xizhou twitched the corners of his mouth.

"I'm the best in your mind, but in fact I'm not the best. Even on the F1 track, I'm not even qualified for the average level."

When he won the F2 championship last year, he once felt that he had the power to conquer the whole world. As long as he wanted to, nothing could be done.

But after entering F1 this year, he realized how naive he was. Even the drivers of the top teams are walking on thin ice in the paddock, always worrying about whether they will be replaced by younger and more talented drivers. What is he?

"Xiaozhou, why do you think so? You have only entered F1 for half a year, and you have no experience. It's normal for your early results to be unsatisfactory. It will naturally improve in the future."

With Zhuang Jingchun's comfort, Xu Xizhou's expression was not much relaxed. He forced a smile and pulled away from his arms.

"I know, I'm going to take a bath first, and you should rest early."

Standing in the bathroom, Xu Xizhou looked at himself in the full-length mirror with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He actually wanted to ask just now, if he can't run again in the future, or even have to leave F1, and can't fulfill his dream for him, will Zhuang Jingchun still like him?

Knowing how to drive a race car is his only strength, other than that, he doesn't think he has any shining points in himself.

His temper is not good, and his personality is sometimes awkward. He can't cook or do housework. In terms of looks and talent, Yang Qing is much better than him.

Once he leaves the track, those qualities that make him shine in the crowd are gone. Is such an ordinary Xu Xizhou still worthy of Zhuang Jingchun's love?

Xu Xizhou fell asleep that night.

He knew that he had entered a dead end, and he should not be influenced by the words of that madman Yang Qing, nor should he take what Charles said seriously.

He has lived two lives, so he shouldn't be so sensitive and tangled. However, those negative thoughts were like wildly growing vines, constantly entangled in his mind.

In his last life, when he was kicked out of the Lu family, he once doubted the value of his existence. Without the ties of blood, he is nothing in the eyes of the Lu family. He has become a tool that can be abandoned if he is abandoned. No one really cares about him.

He thought that he would be reborn, and he had already thought about it for a long time, but there was still a trace of bitterness and unwillingness in his heart.

He hoped that someone liked him and cared about him, not because of the blood on his body or because he was a podium finisher, but because of who he was.

He wanted Xu Xizhou who didn't have any halo, ordinary, and even had a lot of flaws, to be liked by others.

Despite his heavy heart, in front of Zhuang Jingchun, Xu Xizhou still pretended that nothing had happened. Zhuang Jingchun also thought that he was just nervous before the game and didn't think much about it.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, just relax and run for today's game. I'll wait for you in the lounge."

Xu Xizhou nodded and put on his helmet.

Zhuang Jingchun reached out and touched the numbers on his helmet with a gentle tone.

"Don't just think about overtaking, you must pay attention to safety."

"Yes, I know."

Two in the afternoon. The five red lights went out and the Spanish Grand Prix officially started.

The stands were packed with enthusiastic fans and spectators, waving colorful national flags. The roar of the engine that almost broke the eardrums sounded in the starting area, and the first straight triggered a very fierce competition, and the overtaking battle was constantly staged.

"My God, Di Cario overtook Elliott and took the lead. It seems that Red Bull is the biggest winner of the Spanish Grand Prix!"

"Ferrari is in good form at the back, and this time there may be hope for a podium. Let's see, McLaren's Charles is in fourth place, and he is in good form today, but his teammates seem to be... …”

Xu Xizhou was already in the back of the grid, and he was one step behind the others at the start. After the first lap, his position dropped two places to 13th.

He didn't seem to have any intention of chasing the car in front, but just ran tepidly on the track.

The explanation is a bit rushed.

"Xu Xizhou's state today is not right, doesn't he even want points? This is not his usual style."

"To be honest, his state has been declining since the Miami Grand Prix. From a psychological point of view, Xu Xizhou is a typical field-dependent personality. Maybe the previous setbacks hit him?"

Zhuang Jingchun sat in the stands, looking at the orange No. 18 car on the track, Qing Jun frowned tightly.