How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

After thinking for a moment, Qin Miao reached out and picked up the box in the middle that was obviously meant to hold keys.

As for the gloves?

Qin Miao didn’t even glance at them.

When the box was picked up, Qin Miao saw there was a letter at the bottom.

No need to guess, this was definitely addressed to Qin Miao.

Of course, with so many people waiting for the unboxing, Qin Miao couldn’t possibly read the letter now, so he put it back in the box to read it later at home.

Then Qin Miao opened the box, and the first thing he saw were two keys with the Mercedes-Benz logo on them.

To be honest, these two keys looked a bit too conventional and didn’t have the high-tech look of other supercar keys.

But Qin Miao didn’t mind that at all.

However, just as Qin Miao was about to take a closer look at the keys, Leclerc and Norris, who were already prepared, suddenly reached out, each taking one, and carried off the two keys from the box.

"Huh?" Qin Miao was taken aback.

And at that moment, Leclerc and Norris had quickly moved to Qin Miao’s AMG ONE, then under the amused and slightly helpless gazes of onlookers, the two opened the AMG ONE’s doors and got in.

"Qin Miao, you’ll have plenty of chances to drive this car in the future, let us try it first." Norris, seated in the passenger seat, waved to Qin Miao.

After saying that, the butterfly doors of the driver and passenger seats were closed, and then the engine started. Leclerc, in the driver’s seat, floored the accelerator, and even with the revs limited, the F1 engine still roared with a high-pitched sound. Then, Leclerc and Norris drove the car away.

Leaving Qin Miao and Piastri standing there looking at each other and the onlookers.

Qin Miao: ...

Honestly, Qin Miao should have anticipated needing to keep an eye on things when hanging out with someone like Leclerc.

Regret comes too late!

But now that they’ve left, Qin Miao couldn’t chase them to get the car back.

And truth be told, it didn’t really matter to Qin Miao who drove the car first this time.

After all, who knows how many people have driven this car before coming here.

Looking at the awkward-faced Piastri, Qin Miao patted his shoulder and said, "Your rose-tinted glasses about Leclerc and Norris must be shattered now, right?"

During the time they spent together, Piastri admitted to being a fan of Qin Miao, and after a few days, those glasses had already shattered.

"They shattered long ago, on the boat they shattered, now I probably wouldn’t even be too excited meeting Hamilton and Alonso," Piastri complained.

"Actually, seeing Hamilton is still something to look forward to, a seven-time champion remains a legend no matter what," Qin Miao, with a bit of conscience, defended his teammate Hamilton somewhat.

After a brief chat, Qin Miao took out his phone and called his management company.

Mainly to have them send a lawyer to the local Monaco traffic authorities to pay a fine.

After all, Qin Miao keeps a management company on retainer, if such things required him to handle them personally, the management company would have no reason to exist.

After finishing all this, Qin Miao picked up the box and said to Piastri, "Call those two jerks and tell them to bring some groceries when they come back, now come with me back home."

"Alright."

After greeting the onlooking crowd, Qin Miao and Piastri left with their belongings.

Seeing there’s nothing more to see, the crowd also dispersed.

Back home, Qin Miao tossed the box into the storage room, invited Piastri to sit anywhere, and then picked up the letter.

After a quick glance at the letter’s contents, Qin Miao put it in a box meant for letters.

The letter was actually from the designer of the AMG ONE to Qin Miao, mainly thanking Qin Miao for trusting his design, and also for helping his design team test the AMG ONE to its limits on the track, giving them more ideas for improvements.

After all, Qin Miao had indeed driven this car at Silverstone Circuit before.

Having tidied up these things, Qin Miao gave Piastri a tour of his home, and of course, when Piastri saw Qin Miao’s trophy wall, he, like everyone visiting for the first time, expressed genuine admiration and amazement.

For all drivers rising from lower-tier formulas, the impact of Qin Miao’s trophy wall is immense.

"Wow, amazing!"

But Qin Miao wasn’t too concerned about it.

After all, it’s human nature to prefer new things over old. When the wall was first built, Qin Miao was indeed fascinated, memorizing every trophy. As time passed, what was once captivating is now just another part of the house.

Leaving Piastri in the honor room of his home, Qin Miao went to the kitchen to start preparing lunch.

Though Qin Miao didn’t enjoy cooking, when friends come over, he feels obliged to cook.

About 20 minutes later, Leclerc and Norris, having had their fun driving, returned with Qin Miao’s car.

Familiar with the place, they went upstairs to Qin Miao’s house, and Leclerc even directly used his fingerprint to enter Qin Miao’s home.