How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

Qin Miao raised an eyebrow; this was indeed good news, but he was still a bit surprised and asked, "Really?"

Frankie nodded: "This matter has pros and cons for us. Once on the track, you need to find the markers for the starting grid position, and the ERS power output mode of the car start needs to be adjusted. At that time, remember to adjust it on the steering wheel before the race begins."

Qin Miao nodded to indicate that he understood, and then asked, "Who did Leclerc get penalized to be behind?"

"Don’t you know this?"

Qin Miao shrugged: "I didn’t know he was penalized. How would I know who he ended up behind? Besides, frankly speaking, does it matter who’s behind me?"

"That’s true. With your defensive skills, it doesn’t really make much difference who’s behind." Frankie scratched his head: "He’s penalized to be behind O’Kang, but with Ferrari’s car performance, catching up is just a matter of time.

That’s all for today. There’s a pre-race parade coming up, don’t forget your stuff. See you at the team TR then."

"Okay."

...

Qin Miao had already changed into the Mercedes team’s outfit, watching as Frankie left.

With the remaining time, Qin Miao went on to complete the pre-race parade.

It is worth mentioning that during the parade, Qin Miao enjoyed cheers and support from the audience, comparable to those for Leclerc.

There were even more people shouting Qin Miao’s name than Sainz’s.

Who’s Sainz? Not very familiar.

All things considered, pre-race activities brought Qin Miao quite a bit of amusement, though the Mercedes people might be taken aback.

But no matter what, Qin Miao was still a driver for the Mercedes team. To reassure the other team staff and the higher-ups, he didn’t interact much with the Ferrari fans in the audience, just waved, nodded, and smiled normally.

Soon, the driver parade ended, and Qin Miao returned to the track for final preparations before the race began.

But before that, there was one more event—the drivers needed to listen together to the Monaco anthem on the track.

This is a routine that happens every Grand Prix weekend, and most drivers are familiar with it.

Originally, Leclerc thought today would just be an ordinary Grand Prix weekend, besides being his home race, until during the pre-race anthem ceremony, he noticed that beside him stood Qin Miao—not sure whose arrangement this was.

𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Seeing Qin Miao’s name, Leclerc instantly had a premonition of something not quite right.

Sure enough, when Qin Miao arrived at the venue before the competition and noticed Leclerc beside him, he cheerfully approached him.

With Leclerc’s wary gaze fixed on him, Qin Miao patted Leclerc’s shoulder sincerely and said, "Thank you! I didn’t expect your home race to gift me such a big present."

Leclerc exploded. Hearing Qin Miao’s words, he couldn’t keep his composure, neither in attitude nor expression.

This wasn’t just any Grand Prix; it was Leclerc’s home race. In qualifying, he had used all the car’s capabilities, but due to the team’s stupidity, he got penalized back three positions. This left Leclerc fuming inside.

Now Qin Miao’s little jab was really too much for Leclerc.

"nmd!" Leclerc reached out and locked his arm around Qin Miao’s neck.

Whether Qin Miao came over just to greet Leclerc and had no intention to provoke, or whether Leclerc misunderstood?

Rather than believing this, Leclerc would sooner believe a pig could climb a tree.

Qin Miao didn’t expect Leclerc to be so quick-tempered; after being locked for a moment, he quickly patted Leclerc’s hands, indicating he couldn’t take it.

After some playful wrestling, Leclerc calmed down.

Letting go of Qin Miao, Leclerc looked at him and said with annoyance, "Don’t let me catch you on the track, see if I can’t overtake you!"

Qin Miao didn’t mind—forget Monte Carlo, if Leclerc could overtake him at Monza, he’d indeed be impressive.

Qin Miao was simply curious and asked, "What were you thinking at the time, why didn’t you yield?"

Leclerc thought back and said, "My track engineer didn’t notify me a car was coming from behind, and at the time I was in a tunnel. It was too dark to see through the rearview mirror... so." With that, Leclerc shrugged; the meaning was clear.

Qin Miao clicked his tongue: "Is this the Ferrari strategy group? I’ve always been amazed by them. Thinking I’ll get firsthand experience next season makes me nervous.

I hope when Frankie and I join Ferrari, things like that won’t happen on the track, or else I’d be furious."

Leclerc: ...

"You know, Ferrari always loves creating chaos. Even if your track engineer doesn’t mess up, they will in other aspects...."

Leclerc didn’t continue, but the implication was obvious.

Qin Miao scratched his head: "Now it’s too late to regret. Even though the contract isn’t officially signed yet, there’s already a memorandum of understanding. Once the contract is finalized, I’ll have to sign it, no way to refuse."

Leclerc nodded and didn’t ask about Qin Miao’s contract details, after all, strictly speaking, it’s a commercial secret.