How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

So rather than doing things for Hamilton that are now more trouble than they’re worth, he prefers to expand his influence in America.

American fans are relatively easy to win over.

He’s not like Qin Miao, who has a big backing. Although Britain is the birthplace of F1, its population is a limitation, and the money that can be earned from it is always limited.

In short, these days all the drivers arrived in America earlier than usual for the Grand Prix weekend, marketing those who need to market and training those who need to train.

Time quickly moved to Thursday.

Today is still a sunny day, with an air temperature of 31 degrees Celsius and the track temperature nearing 50 degrees Celsius.

This kind of weather has persisted for a few days, making it particularly suitable for racing.

There were quite a few fans wandering around the paddock on Thursday. At this point, those who can come to watch the race are basically VIP fans who bought the entire Grand Prix weekend package, or fans specially invited by the teams.

So when these people saw Qin Miao, most just held up their phones to take pictures of him, without shouting or crowding around him.

Of course, those with professional cameras wearing FIA official vests are not counted.

Waving at these fans, Qin Miao returned to the Mercedes team home. Naturally, he then started the routine process that comes before every Grand Prix weekend.

Pre-race press conference, pre-race driver meeting, and track walk.

Then came various marketing activities. Qin Miao just hadn’t participated in any activities outside the paddock before this, but he still had to join the ones inside. It’s not mandatory, it’s just that seeing so many fans had come just for him, if he stayed inside the team without joining any activities, those who came with expectations to watch the race or see him would surely be disappointed.

Among all these marketing activities, the one Qin Miao found most interesting was the hour-long ride on the track with the team’s VIPs on Thursday afternoon.

Because these people were there to experience the feeling of an F1 driver pushing to the limit, Qin Miao could go full speed, further familiarizing himself with the track while completing his marketing work—it’s really a win-win situation.

What Qin Miao didn’t expect was that during today’s activities, he ran into an acquaintance.

She wasn’t some celebrity or prominent figure that Qin Miao knew, but genuinely someone whom they both mutually recognized.

"Qin Miao!"

Normally, when enthusiastic fans in the passenger seat excitedly call out his name, Qin Miao would smile and nod kindly, instructing them to fasten their seat belts and check if their helmet straps were secured.

Despite Qin Miao’s driving skills, the probability of something going wrong while driving an AMG GT R on the track is about as low as Japan sinking on the spot the next second.

But these procedures are necessary to ensure the safety of the guests, without a doubt.

This time, however, the person called Qin Miao’s name in pure Chinese, not in a phonetic translation.

Qin Miao glanced at the person curiously, subconsciously thinking this was a Chinese fan who came to watch the American Grand Prix.

He smiled, nodded, and greeted in Chinese, "Hello."

To be honest, the person looked quite good-looking. Even with a helmet on, the visible facial features showed that they were quite attractive.

"You, you don’t remember me?" The person felt a bit frustrated and helpless seeing Qin Miao’s rather indifferent attitude.

Qin Miao was taken aback and tentatively asked, "Have we met?"

ps. There will be a romantic plot in the next Chapter, which you can skip.