How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 498 - 221: Paul Ricard (6K, Bonus Update 9/19)

After all, when Qin Miao pulls him to run on the track, it’s like when this guest asks Qin Miao, he answers without any reservations.

Qin Miao drives through every corner at the limits of this AMG GT under him.

Even if an F1 driver is driving a car that’s not as fast as an F1 race car, watching them on the track is still terrifying.

Because Qin Miao is pursuing extremes, many times it looks like his driving is a wild beast out of control heading straight towards the edge of the track, or the barriers, or the buffer zones.

Then, he stabilizes or pulls back at the last moment.

This dual stimulation of body and mind makes Qin Miao’s first guest deeply feel the terror and thrill of racing. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

While he was somewhat lost in thought sitting in the racing car, Qin Miao took off his helmet and revealed his face.

Seeing no reaction from the other, Qin Miao proactively reached out his hand and said, "Thank you for supporting the Mercedes Petronas F1 team. I look forward to you riding with me next time."

Only after hearing Qin Miao’s words did that person snap back to reality. After shaking Qin Miao’s hand, he started to unbuckle his seatbelt. Although he saw Qin Miao’s face when they shook hands, he was still lost in the thrill of speeding down the track and didn’t notice anything unusual.

Qin Miao was a bit surprised but didn’t rush. After retracting his hand, he calmly rested his hands on the helmet, watching to see when the other would realize.

When the other person had just unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to open the door to get out, he suddenly paused.

Then, he turned his head sharply towards Qin Miao.

After clearly seeing Qin Miao’s face, he noticeably paused, then with three parts surprise, five parts disbelief, and two parts delight, he asked, "Are you... Qin Miao?"

It’s worth mentioning that when fans or F1 spectators saw Qin Miao before, they usually called out ’Qin.’

After all, according to foreigners’ habits, they usually call people by their last name. Only those with particularly good relations would use given names, and unless introducing someone to others, they wouldn’t call a person’s full name under normal circumstances.

But as Qin Miao’s achievements in F1 improved and his influence grew stronger, people also started using the traditional domestic way to call Qin Miao by his full name.

From this, it’s clear that many times, respect isn’t given by others, but is earned by oneself through strength.

Faced with this VIP’s exclamation, Qin Miao smiled and nodded, "Unless there’s a mistake, that should be my name."

"Oh my god!" The other, seeing Qin Miao nod, immediately held his head with both hands, overwhelmed with excitement: "I can’t believe it, my first time on the track being led by you, oh my god."

Qin Miao chuckled and shrugged, "Then I should thank you for not puking your first time in the car, nor puking on me either."

"If I had known it was you ahead of time, I might have puked from nerves even before getting in the car." Despite the excitement after realizing Qin Miao was sitting next to him, the other still managed a joke.

"Then it looks like I should say thank you," Qin Miao replied with a joke.

"No, no, no." The other quickly waved his hand.

Then excitedly asked, "Qin Miao, can I shake your hand again? It didn’t feel real just now."

Qin Miao naturally had no reason to refuse, shook hands with the fan again, then took a photo together and signed his name in Chinese on the chest of his Mercedes team uniform.

Only then did the other leave somewhat reluctantly.

But before the other left, Qin Miao still managed to obtain the rights to make the moment’s video public, since Qin Miao had a promotional task at hand.

The other readily agreed.

Western countries have the disadvantage that portrait rights are easily violated; if you use someone’s likeness without their consent, they’ll definitely sue.

But this only happened because he was Qin Miao’s first guest, so Qin Miao said one more thing.

For subsequent guests, Qin Miao didn’t ask anymore because the team’s media department would proactively inquire.

After seeing off the guest, Qin Miao put on his helmet again and resumed business.

After hosting three guests in a row, Qin Miao planned to take on one last guest before clocking off.

And finally, the last guest was a girl.

She looked very young, considering foreigners are generally older than they appear, so she seemed to be either underage or just of age.

Also, those who can pay to participate in this event are usually wealthy, so Qin Miao figured she might be a wealthy European heiress.

But the other’s identity wasn’t very relevant to Qin Miao.

After ensuring her seatbelt was fastened, Qin Miao started his last lap.

The final guest didn’t talk much, only clenched her fists in tension throughout, tightly gripping the parts of the car that secured her.

She clearly was very nervous.

Yet, Qin Miao showed no intention of going easy; he pushed to the limits wherever the racing car could go.