Sure enough, Xiaozhou has been wrong since last night. Could it be that Yang Qing's appearance affected him?

This was the first time that Xu Xizhou felt in a dilemma on the track.

His entire body was heavy, as if his hands and feet were tightly bound by something.

There was a devilish voice whispering in my ear: try it, when the only shining point in you is gone, will Zhuang Jingchun still like you.

He seemed to be trapped in a thick cocoon, and those negative and negative emotions were all-pervasive wrapped around it, squeezing his heart desperately.

At the end of the race, he didn't get any points and only finished the race in 14th place.

Di Cario won the race again, and Charles passed the Mercedes in front on the final lap and also got on the podium. When the awards were presented, McLaren's engineers all happily gathered around and threw Charles into the air.

Zhuang Jingchun walked through the excited crowd, trying to find Xu Xizhou, but found nothing.

There was no Xu Xizhou in the maintenance area, rest room, and parking area. He even went to the media interview room in advance and did not see him.

Xu Xizhou seemed to disappear from the paddock out of thin air.

Chapter 101

The climate of Barcelona in May is pleasantly warm and sunny. The dazzling sunlight fell from the branches and leaves of the tall tree, Xu Xizhou frowned, but felt a little dazzling.

When he came out of the paddock, he didn't change his racing suit. When he got to the street, he was stared at by passersby with some strange eyes, and he remembered that he was still wearing a racing suit.

After walking for too long, there was a thin layer of sweat on the back. He unzipped directly, took off his racing suit jacket, tied it around his waist, and revealed the white fireproof suit inside.

A spectator who had just watched the game came over and looked at him curiously.

"Are you the No. 18 driver just now? The only Chinese driver?"

"You got the wrong person, I'm just the team's logistics, not the driver."

After Xu Xizhou said this sentence with no expression, he walked forward quickly and passed the audience.

He walked to a river, it was very quiet, there were no pedestrians, he simply sat down on the river bank.

Not far away, a ragged homeless man rolled up a newspaper and slept there. Seeing that the oriental boy had been sitting by the river and refused to leave, the homeless man frowned and opened his eyes impatiently.

"Where is the Dongfang boy? Get out of here, this is my place!"

Although Xu Xizhou couldn't understand the Spanish he spoke, he could guess what he meant.

Even a homeless person has a strong sense of territory. If he disturbs the tranquility of others here, the other party will naturally be upset.

By this time, the sun had gone down, and the dank breath began to spread in the air. Xu Xizhou walked slowly beside the river embankment, and the street lights on the roadside turned on one by one.

In front of the brick red apartment door, a couple is hugging and kissing. A child rides a bicycle past, and the bell makes a crisp jingle.

Xu Xizhou stood on an unfamiliar street and didn't know where to go for a while. He didn't bring his mobile phone or wallet, so he just walked out of the paddock.

The team certainly won't notice him, as they are now excitedly celebrating Charles' first podium finish of the season. As for Zhuang Jingchun... Thinking that the man might be looking for him anxiously, Xu Xizhou's face turned pale for a while.

Want to go back?

But this game, he ran really bad. He didn't even want to face the result himself. If he went back, how would he face Zhuang Jingchun?

Even if he planned for the worst, Xu Xizhou found that he did not have the courage to accept reality. I had no choice but to procrastinate and let myself be sucked into the quagmire of negative emotions.

Xu Xizhou just wanted to do something to escape reality and numb his nerves.

He stopped outside a bar with a neon sign with the name of the bar written in Spanish, with small English words below it. Xu Xizhou didn't think much and walked in directly.

Deafening drum beats and music hit him, and on the dance floor, the crowd gathered to revel. Xu Xizhou didn't care what the others were doing, he walked directly to the bar and took off the silver watch on his left hand.

"I'm sorry, I have no money, can I drink this wine on credit?"

He speaks fluent English with no accent at all. The bartender who was bartending gave him a curious look, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Where is this handsome oriental guy from? Even wearing a racing suit!

This kind of close-fitting one-piece racing suit is the easiest to expose the shortcomings of the figure, but when this little handsome guy wears it, he has a thin waist and long legs, handsome and tall, like a male model who came out of a magazine.

The only regret is that the little handsome guy doesn't seem to be in a good mood. A pair of dark eyes are dull, and don't know why they are hurting.

The pity in the bartender's heart was aroused.

"This watch is too expensive. You'd better keep it yourself. I'll treat you to what you want to drink."

Xu Xizhou twitched the corners of his mouth and sat down on the high stool.

"Whatever you want, I'll drink whatever you want."

The bartender looked at him and smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you."

In the end, Xu Xizhou had a glass of Bloody Mary on hand. Looking at the bright red wine in the glass, Xu Xizhou lowered his head and smiled.

"thanks!"

He raised his glass and downed the Bloody Mary. Sweet, sour, bitter and spicy, these four sensations stimulated his taste buds at the same time. The wine was cold, and when it passed through his mouth, it caused a slight tingling sensation on the tip of the tongue, as if being pricked by a needle.

The stamina of the cocktail was very strong, Xu Xizhou drank the glass of wine in one breath, and his head was a little dizzy. He didn't know that not far away, two men from Eastern Europe were looking at him with interest.

"Little Dongfang sweetheart, there is a high probability that she is still a racing driver. Why don't we try our luck?"