How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 826 - 333: Post-Race Interview

So Qin Miao bid farewell to his family, turned around to weigh in, and prepared to accept the post-race interview.

Just during the tidy-up phase after weighing, Qin Miao had just used a white towel to wipe the sweat off his face when he got ambushed.

When Qin Miao took off the towel from his face and looked over, he found Leclerc smiling broadly at him, "Congratulations, Qin Miao."

Seeing it was Leclerc, Qin Miao smiled and embraced him, "Thanks, brother."

Leclerc and the others also had to undergo interviews at this time, and with the season ending, almost all teams were busy. Qin Miao also had to prepare for his post-race interview. Both drivers were well aware of the upcoming procedures.

So Leclerc just greeted Qin Miao, congratulated him, and then hurriedly left.

In fact, Leclerc did not expect Qin Miao to win this year's F1 world championship. Even in the car, when he learned that it was Qin Miao, not Hamilton, who won the championship, Leclerc's first reaction was not to be happy for his friend but to ask the team through the TR if there had been a mistake.

However, after confirming it was truly Qin Miao, Leclerc sincerely felt happy and pleased for his friend.

As for catching up, since the season has already ended, both Leclerc and Qin Miao have a considerable amount of time off during this winter break, providing them opportunities to gather and chat.

With both of their homes so close to each other, dropping by for a visit is incredibly easy.

For now, this stage belongs to Qin Miao. It wouldn't be right for me to steal his spotlight here.

In the following period, while Qin Miao was tidying up his appearance, drivers from other teams returned to the paddock and, whether their relationship with Qin Miao was close or average, all proactively came over to fist-bump or high-five him.

It's worth mentioning that even Russell actively embraced Qin Miao and congratulated him on his extraordinary achievements this season.

After finally dealing with this group of people, Qin Miao was just about to rise for the post-race interview.

Just as Qin Miao was about to move, he suddenly heard a familiar voice from the VIP stands above.

"Qin Miao!"

Technically, given Qin Miao's current profession, he should be insensitive to people calling his name, especially within the paddock.

After all, the paddock isn't lacking anything except fans who recognize him. Even from afar, they'd shout his name when they spot Qin Miao.

Qin Miao had long desensitized himself to people calling his name.

And it wasn't just Qin Miao; practically all drivers encounter audiences in the paddocks, and if they hear their names called by fans, unless very close, they would most likely pretend not to hear.

But this time, Qin Miao looked up.

What he saw caught Qin Miao by surprise—an acquaintance.

"Uncle Zhou?"

Before Qin Miao could say more, Boss Zhou, upon realizing Qin Miao saw him, precisely tossed a red parcel-like item toward Qin Miao.

At this moment, there was no one around Qin Miao, and the object looked light, so its fall trajectory was slow. Qin Miao steadily caught the item thrown by Boss Zhou. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Before Qin Miao could open it to see what it was, he heard Boss Zhou upstairs shout, "National flag! Wear it!"

Qin Miao was momentarily stunned, looked up at Boss Zhou. After tossing the package, Boss Zhou, like everyone else, smiled and clapped for him, a mix of complex emotions and satisfaction on his face.

Qin Miao understood the reason for this satisfaction, knowing that elders seeing the success of their juniors likely show this expression.

But Qin Miao was curious about the complex emotion on Boss Zhou's face. Could it be that he never expected Qin Miao to reach this level in the F1 paddock? Qin Miao thought it highly possible.

However, Qin Miao quickly shifted his attention from Boss Zhou to the parcel he tossed over.

Upon unwrapping, Qin Miao unfolded a national flag, which was 144 centimeters long and 96 centimeters high.

It draped perfectly over Qin Miao, with no risk of the flag dragging on the ground.

This is essentially the size athletes drape over themselves after competitions.

Ever since Qin Miao became a driver, his journey had been smooth sailing, with only one regret—not having the chance to drape the national flag over himself like athletes in traditional sports do, and run around the track celebrating after a victory.

As for winning the F2 driver championship.

At that time, Qin Miao was indeed qualified to do so, but he didn't feel right about it. After all, dominating a diamond-level track as a champion all season and winning the championship was to be expected. Qin Miao didn't even think about celebrating until others reminded him that he'd won the F2 world championship so long ago, and he hadn't prepared a flag then.