How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

After the Mexico Grand Prix, the driver rankings and scores are as follows:

P1: Verstappen +25

P2: Hamilton +18

P3: Perez +15

P4: Qin Miao +13 (Fastest Lap)

P5: Sainz +10

P6: Leclerc +8

P7: Ricardo +6

P8: O’Kang +4

P9: Norris +2

P10: Bottas +1

Total driver standings are as follows:

1: Qin Miao.365

2: Verstappen.325

3: Leclerc.249

4: Perez.241

5: Hamilton.215

6: Sainz.177

7: Norris.91

8: O’Kang.76

9: Alonso.43

10: Bottas.39

11: Vettel.28

12: Zhou Guanyu.26

13: Ricardo.26

14: Gasly.21

15: Magelsen.19

16: Tsunoda.9

17: Stroll.7

18: Mick.6

19: Albon.1

20: Russell.1

21: De Vries.1

Team standings are as follows:

1: Mercedes: 625

2: Red Bull: 586

3: Ferrari: 446

4: Alpine: 137

5: McLaren: 121

6: Alfa Romeo: 72

7: Aston Martin: 36

8: Toro Rosso: 30

9: Haas: 25

10: Williams: 3

After the race ended, having completed all follow-up work, Qin Miao was actually ready to fly back home directly.

But a call from Zhou Guanyu kept Qin Miao behind.

Zhou Guanyu invited Qin Miao for Mexican barbecue on Sunday night.

Seeing that Zhou Guanyu was treating, and it was to a famous local barbecue joint in Mexico, which Qin Miao had visited last season and found tasty,

There was no reason for Qin Miao to refuse since Zhou Guanyu was treating.

Generally, Zhou Guanyu isn’t allowed to eat barbecue, but with the Mexican Grand Prix over and two weeks until the next race, after one meal of barbecue, Zhou Guanyu can still manage to control his weight.

The physical trainer from the Alfa Romeo team didn’t stop Zhou Guanyu either.

The key is, if Zhou Guanyu weren’t treating Qin Miao to barbecue but to regular meals F1 drivers are allowed to have, that jerk Qin Miao definitely wouldn’t have accepted the invitation.

Normally, when Qin Miao sees those nutritional meals, he avoids them as if they’re something filthy.

But honestly, Zhou Guanyu thinks they taste okay.

After all, they’re crafted by professional nutritionists according to F1 drivers’ physiques, costing over ten thousand euros a month just for meals, so taste and nutrition are both considered.

But compared to someone like Qin Miao who has no dietary restrictions, an F1 driver’s nutritional meal isn’t considered particularly delicious.

However, it’s undeniable these meals are beneficial to the body.

As Qin Miao gradually gains a deeper understanding of the F1 paddock, he discovers besides himself, there’s another driver who doesn’t need any dietary restrictions and can eat whatever he wants.

That person is Tsunoda, who is 5’2" and weighs only 61 kilograms, which means the Toro Rosso team has to add ballast to his car before races just to meet the post-race minimum weight requirement.

As a result, Tsunoda doesn’t have to worry about his weight.

Anyway, Zhou Guanyu managed to get Qin Miao out for a late-night snack.

Qin Miao still took the bulletproof Maybach provided by the team when going out, and Zhou Guanyu chose a barbecue place in an area with good security in Mexico, along with guards at the entrance, so Qin Miao didn’t need to worry about safety.

After entering the place and finding Zhou Guanyu, Qin Miao sat down in front of him without asking what Zhou had ordered, stretched lazily, and lounged on the chair: "Man, I’m exhausted."

"Have you ordered the dishes?"

Zhou Guanyu glanced up at Qin Miao and nodded: "I have."

Qin Miao scratched his belly: "That’s good then..."

Then Qin Miao started pouring himself some water before getting engrossed in his phone, waiting for the food to arrive.

Seeing Qin Miao saying only one sentence and nothing more after getting here, Zhou Guanyu got a little anxious: "Aren’t you curious why I invited you for a meal?"

Qin Miao didn’t care: "You’ll definitely spill it out first."

Zhou Guanyu clicked his tongue.

"Remember at the start of the race today, I let you have the track?" Zhou Guanyu pondered and then said proactively.

Qin Miao didn’t deny Zhou Guanyu’s goodwill, nodding: "There’s no denying, you really blocked Ricardo for me. I’ll find a chance on the track to block someone for you too, make sure it’s hellish for them—of course, once I’ve lapped them..."

"But I’m a bit curious, how did you manage to finish fourteenth from such a good starting position?"

Being asked by Qin Miao, unpleasant memories instantly flooded Zhou Guanyu’s mind, but he didn’t forget his original intention of coming to find Qin Miao, so he didn’t get sidetracked by Qin Miao’s words: "Best not probe into that, it’s an internal team affair, and quite disgusting too, don’t want to talk about it."

Even if Zhou Guanyu’s statement might seem understated when written down, in Qin Miao’s perspective it was as if Zhou Guanyu genuinely said it through gritted teeth.

"Helping you block cars is a fact, right? No need to repay this favor on the track, it’s too troublesome and risky for you." Zhou Guanyu said, "I just have one request: make me the godfather when your child is born!"

Qin Miao was speechless, damn it, what is up with you guys! My kid isn’t even born, and you’re all hankering after it.

Am I some sort of Tang Monk reincarnation, you guys thinking of me like this?

There’s no such custom back home either...

Oh, Leclerc is from Monaco, and Zhou Guanyu did live in the UK from an early age, so maybe to them, having their friends’ kids as godsons or godchildren is kind of prestigious?

Qin Miao didn’t quite understand, but he didn’t intend to pay respect: "The whole thing about my kid isn’t even close to happening, the baby hasn’t even come out of the mother, why are you so anxious?"

Zhou Guanyu spread his hands: "I don’t care, you owe me a favor, your kid’s godfather, I must... Wait a sec! Who else wants to compete with me for a godson?!"

Qin Miao was speechless again, where did your damned jealousy sprout from?

But looking at Zhou Guanyu and Leclerc’s determined cheeky attitudes, an idea formed in Qin Miao’s mind, why not let the two duke it out? Whether I benefit or not is beside the point; at least these two bastards won’t bother me about the kid anymore.

"Not to mention if Qimeng agrees or not, Leclerc also wanted to be my child’s godfather once he found out I was having a baby. One godfather, one godparent, sounds like there’s a bit of a conflict of duties, right? Have a chat with Leclerc first, and once you two come to a conclusion, go find Qimeng. If she agrees, then I have no objections."

This trick of Qin Miao is something quite a few who’ve been around the block would know – enthusiasm in passing the buck, a common skill among certain functional departments.

However, Zhou Guanyu, having spent so long abroad, and thanks to his wealthy family background, essentially never dealt with life’s trivial matters himself, naturally hadn’t encountered these types of shifty tactics before.

He actually bought it.

"That damn Leclerc! That punk’s trying to compete with me! In the Brazilian Grand Prix, I’ll definitely confront him!"

"By the way, how many months is Qimeng pregnant now? Have you determined if it’s a boy or a girl? When’s the due date?"

Qin Miao thought about it, she and Qimeng probably got it on the first try. However, when she started showing signs, he was racing and didn’t realize she was pregnant, and by the time he was free, that girl had forgotten about it herself... Speaking of which, Qimeng really is quite carefree.