How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

However, as Leclerc’s firepower started suppressing him, Qin Miao snapped to attention and raised his weapon to counter Leclerc.

Soft ammo is something that’s even bigger than some bullets, and despite Leclerc’s ample preparation, they were soon depleted as the three of them vigorously fired away.

With ammo exhausted, the three returned to the chaotic cabin like seasoned warriors.

Looking at the ground littered with orange bullets and a soft ammo gun cracked open by Norris, the three had a lingering smile on their faces.

But at that moment, Norris said, "Constant shooting isn’t working, it’s fun but not realistic!"

Qin Miao and Leclerc looked at him, waiting for more.

"Let’s play the version where one shot means you’re dead, otherwise it’s boring to keep firing."

Qin Miao and Leclerc exchanged glances; they agreed Norris had a point, so the game mode changed.

Since a single shot would mean ’death,’ the original battle map was a bit small.

The three expanded the game map to the entire yacht.

Qin Miao took the bow, Norris took the stern, and Leclerc took the highest deck.

In reality, bullets don’t automatically load into magazines like in games.

In reality, bullets must be loaded one by one.

After determining the game mode, the three of them gathered up a pile of bullets using brooms and sat in the cabin filling magazines with soft ammo.

Finally, each person loaded 5 magazines, plus the one in the gun made it 6 magazines, totaling 60 soft rounds.

Once prepared, they made a gentlemen’s agreement.

"No cheating, no rubber men. If you get hit, honestly raise your hand to indicate you’ve been hit," Norris said seriously.

Qin Miao nodded and Leclerc acknowledged as well.

After confirming the rules, the three headed to their respective "respawn points."

Though they were far apart, the yacht had a broadcast system, so besides stuffing a bunch of magazines in their pants, each of them had a walkie-talkie strapped to their waist.

As the distorted voice of Leclerc came through the walkie-talkie: "Begin, gogogo!"

The game started.

In games, there should be stakes; whoever lost had to pay the yacht’s fuel cost for the excursion.

For the three, this expense was minor, equivalent to 10 or 8 bucks for an ordinary person.

So, they readily made it the bet, and nobody thought it inappropriate.

Moreover, this game had only one winner, and the two losers had to split the fuel cost.

With the game underway, Qin Miao thought he’d continue playing the sneak.

After all, in the game, once you’re dead, it’s over, big deal, wait for the next round. But in reality, dead means truly dead, so despite it being just a game, Qin Miao, without a retry chance, played it low(and) secure (sneaky).

Qin Miao immediately found a corner behind a wall and curled himself up on the sofa, gun aimed at the door the other two were most likely to come through.

After over three minutes, the entire yacht fell eerily silent, with neither Leclerc nor Norris making any noise.

Qin Miao began to suspect that those two might also be hiding in a spot when suddenly, he heard Leclerc’s distorted voice through the walkie-talkie: "here is Johnny!" (from The Shining)

Both Qin Miao and Norris felt a bit helpless.

Seriously, we’re in a match here! And there’s still time for antics.

Just as Qin Miao was about to grab the walkie-talkie to curse, suddenly a soft ammo shot hit his forehead, startling him.

Connecting the long silence in the cabin and Leclerc’s earlier "here is Johnny!" made Qin Miao jump and instinctively shout: "I F you M~!"

Turning quickly, he saw Leclerc standing at the door Qin Miao entered through, grinning sneakily, walkie-talkie in his left hand, gun in his right.

With a heart still racing, Qin Miao realized that Leclerc had spotted him a while ago; that "here is Johnny!" was said on purpose.

But after cooling down a bit, Qin Miao wondered, damn, how did this guy walk without making a sound?

As Leclerc walked into the room, Qin Miao understood why Leclerc’s footsteps were silent.

This bastard had taken off his shoes, walking all the way barefoot.

"WTF?" looking at Leclerc’s bare feet made Qin Miao unconsciously utter profanity.

Even though Monaco’s Mediterranean climate meant winter temperatures only in the single digits; daytime was slightly better, but still it was only around ten degrees today. Walking barefoot on deck must have felt chilly.

Yet, despite this, he took off his shoes, walked almost half the yacht’s distance, and reached behind him. This guy went to extremes to win the game.

Like the saying goes: no one waits for you forever, except the sneak.

Seeing the just-frightened Qin Miao and his expression as if hit by a fly from manure, Leclerc’s grin grew wilder, even swaggering his weapon as he passed by Qin Miao.

Then...

"Lando, Shire is here with me! He doesn’t have shoes, be careful!"

Leclerc’s grin froze instantly.

Really, bro?!

You’re calling out positions?

Are your world champion honor and pride gone?

Cheap fraud! Can’t take a loss!

Leclerc hurriedly stepped forward, trying to cover Qin Miao’s mouth: "Shut the ***! tmd a dead man still calling positions?"

As Leclerc covered Qin Miao’s mouth, like an SAS commando searching rooms, Norris found them.

Then he shot Leclerc in the back of the head.

Leclerc was stupefied by the shot, and his hand’s action changed from covering Qin Miao’s mouth to strangling his neck.

"Damn it, it’s all your fault! I’ll kill you!"

Norris looked at them helplessly.

"Childish! Adults still horsing around."

Norris, completely oblivious to his commando actions learned from movies, looked rather awkward from a third person’s view.

...

Of course, Leclerc wouldn’t actually strangle Qin Miao, even though Qin Miao cooperatively stuck out his tongue; like a main character who won’t eat beef. Qin Miao was just playing along with Leclerc’s act.

After the commotion, the three picked up the two soft bullets from the floor.

Hard to believe, but in this game’s first round, they decided the winner with just two soft rounds.

After reloading the soft ammo into the magazine, Qin Miao and Norris looked at Leclerc’s bare feet, and Qin Miao said: "Taking off shoes was really despicable, next round, you can’t do it!"

Norris nodded: "Such behavior is indeed inhumane."

Leclerc shrugged and said: "Just like the FIA rules, if it’s not banned, it’s fair game."

Qin Miao snapped: "Damn, are you here to play or race? You brought the whole paddock mentality into this game."

Norris nodded: "Let’s have another round, be honest this time. Play normally; beating easy opponents isn’t fun."

Despite this sounding a bit arrogant, as the one who just won over the two, Norris saying this was reasonable.

However, Qin Miao, who was glaring at Leclerc moments ago, turned his anger towards Norris upon hearing his words: "If it weren’t for Leclerc’s sneak attack, I’d have definitely taken you down!"

Norris crossed his arms, snorted: "I searched thoroughly; I’d find you even if you hid in the corner, don’t flatter yourself."

Leclerc chimed in: "Honestly, neither of you are opponents for me; if Qin Miao hadn’t disgusted me earlier, Norris, you definitely wouldn’t have hit me! I could shoot before you even fired."

Clearly, none of the three would concede to another.