In the final stage of the race, besides Qin Miao, the most surprising one was Albon.

Driving a Williams, Albon actually managed to score points.

It seems that ever since entering the ground effect era, the speed gap between teams has significantly narrowed.

The FIA rule changes have indeed been effective.

In terms of driver standings, Qin Miao's position was taken by Verstappen, dropping him to third. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

However, Qin Miao knew this was a matter of time, so seeing his ranking slip didn't provoke a strong reaction.

The team is currently in chaos, and Qin Miao is unsure if the car has any hope for revival this season.

But Qin Miao realizes that this season his chances of topping the podium are slim, only managing to hover around it.

So now Qin Miao watches the championship battle between Leclerc and Verstappen with a spectator's mentality.

This feeling is quite fascinating, a brand new experience for Qin Miao.

In terms of team standings, thanks to Albon's performance, after the fifth race of the season all teams managed to score points, more or less.

After the Miami Grand Prix, the Spanish Grand Prix, Alonso and Sainz's home turf, is in two weeks.

The team and Qin Miao aren't in a rush, but after the race, Qin Miao didn't engage in as many social commitments like Hamilton.

After the race, Qin Miao used this rare free time to spend two days in Miami with Qimeng.

This shows that Qin Miao can be a man of his word; he said it in the interview and did it the next day.

However, Qin Miao was fully armed all the time, as the Miami Grand Prix had just ended, and Qin Miao was voted the most popular driver by the audience for this race, so he hasn't faded from the locals' minds yet. If he walked freely on the streets, he would easily be recognized.

Americans aren't as reserved as those European gentlemen; recognizing Qin Miao could quickly lead to clogged streets.

Despite the discomfort and hassle of wearing disguises all the time, Qin Miao still had a great time during those two days.

On the third morning, Qin Miao called Zhou Guanyu:

"Hey?"

"Hmm?"

"Where?"

"Miami."

"Return?"

"Now?"

"Tonight."

"Address."

"I'll send it to you later."

"Hung up."

Qin Miao put away his phone.

Next to him, Qimeng, engrossed in a book, heard Qin Miao hang up the phone and looked up curiously, asking, "Zhou Guanyu? When did you two start using encrypted calls?"

Qin Miao thought for a moment: "I wanted to have a proper conversation, but Zhou Guanyu wouldn't say more than necessary, so I didn't bother wasting words."

Qimeng shook her head helplessly, "Men, so childish, always comparing."

Then, Qin Miao sent his hotel address to Zhou Guanyu and began planning in his mind how to tease him once he arrived.

That's right, even though Zhou Guanyu encountered traffic during qualifying last week and mechanical issues in the race, looking quite pitiful, Qin Miao still planned to cheer himself up by poking at his pain points once Zhou arrived.

After all, that's what friends are for, right?

In the afternoon, Zhou Guanyu called Qin Miao.

Qin Miao didn't go down to meet him, just sent his room number and let him come up.

Soon, Zhou Guanyu arrived at Qin Miao's hotel room.

Seeing Zhou Guanyu, Qimeng greeted him and then returned to her room with her book.

Qimeng wasn't avoiding them or worried about interrupting their work talk.

She simply knows these two guys too well; there's roughly six hours until Qin Miao's flight, and after chatting for a bit, they'll definitely start playing games, making the room too noisy to focus on reading.

So it's better to stay away from them now.

"Looks good, you seem energetic," Qin Miao tossed a bottle of mineral water to Zhou Guanyu as he entered.

"Don't mention it, it's been a terrible Grand Prix weekend, with a heap of social commitments after the race." Zhou Guanyu took it and lay down on the sofa.

"Ha." Qin Miao couldn't help but laugh, thinking of Zhou's plight.

Qin Miao knows it's not right, but whenever it's Zhou Guanyu, he can't help but gloat with no guilt at all.

Zhou Guanyu rolled his eyes irritably, wishing he could throw the bottle of water at Qin Miao's face.

"By the way, what's wrong with your car? I saw the broadcast during the race, your car's speed was pretty good at the start, didn't seem like there was a problem."

"What else? That damn Ferrari engine, coolant leaked

At first, the team tried to fix it remotely, so even though I knew the engine was faulty, I kept running on the track.