Speed ​​God

Chapter 24 Being a Parent
Lu Zhizhou's heart skipped a beat, and he whispered, "Mom..."

Jiang Mo remained remarkably calm, even frighteningly so. "I have never stopped you from participating in extracurricular activities, not even racing. I have never said 'no' to you."

She paused, her tone becoming even more somber. Her voice was still a little hoarse from the outburst, revealing a hint of fatigue.

"The key point now is that you lied and skipped class to go racing. So, what's the next step? Will you choose to take a leave of absence and then drop out?"

"Xiaozhou, do you know why I've always insisted that you study?"

“Worried that you won’t be able to find a job? No, I’m not worried. You’re smart, smarter than your dad and mom. I’m not worried that you can support yourself. Even in the worst-case scenario, your dad’s auto repair shop will always be able to give you a meal.”

"Learning is not for the sake of work, nor for the sake of a university diploma, but for the sake of your understanding of the world, so that you can see the warmth and coldness of human relationships and judge right and wrong."

"That's why I don't want you to give up your studies. No matter what happens, you can't abandon your studies. You need to learn how to view life and the world correctly. Otherwise, even if you earn millions a year, you'll be a complete scoundrel and a menace to society. That would be our dereliction of duty as parents."

But what about you now?

The words stopped, becoming gentle and calm, completely devoid of the previous rage, yet Jiang Mo's disappointment was even more palpable.

Disappointment is sometimes worse than anger.

Lu Zhizhou panicked a little, "Mom, I understand..."

Jiang Mo knew, of course, that her son was clever and quick-witted, and not just clever in a superficial way; he possessed a kind of wisdom. But it was precisely because of this that she felt even more frustrated.

Jiang Mo didn't finish speaking. He shoved the phone into Lu Cheng's hand and turned to leave.

Lu Cheng was also flustered, "Jiang Mo..."

But he couldn't stop her. Lu Cheng picked up his phone and said, "Xiao Zhou, your mom has gone back to her room."

Lu Zhizhou's shoulders slumped, unable to hide his frustration. "Dad, you and Mom, I understand the reasons, I won't give up my studies, really, I'll finish my homework in a little while; and I've already told the college here that I want to go back to take the final exams..."

Lu Cheng let out a long breath, his temples throbbing. "Xiao Zhou, your mother is angry right now. I'll talk to her later."

Lu Cheng didn't want to blame his son because he knew that he was also at fault for things developing to this point. If he didn't want to see this scene today, he should have acted as an adult guardian and stopped Lu Zhizhou from participating in street racing in time when he guessed it.

But deep down, Lu Cheng also knew that that passion and flame would never be extinguished.

The desire for speed, just like humanity's desire for flight, has always been deeply ingrained in our bones.

At this moment, Lu Cheng's mind was also a mess, filled with a huge amount of information that he couldn't sort out in a short time.

Finally, Lu Cheng regained his composure. He was torn between angel and devil. "Xiao Zhou, did you have a good time training with Ferrari today?"

Lu Zhizhou looked up at the sky speechlessly, "Dad, what time is it now..."

Lu Cheng chuckled, but still insisted on asking, "What kind of tests were conducted at Ferrari? Did you use a simulator? Or did you drive a Formula One car?"

Lu Zhizhou was speechless for a moment. He really wasn't in the mood for idle chatter, but the corners of his mouth still involuntarily turned up slightly. "I just opened the emulator, just in F4 mode."

"It feels a bit like go-karting, especially in the rhythm of cornering, but it's also completely different."

"How should I put it? Go-karting is like street dancing, free and unrestrained, and you can directly feel the movement of each tire; F4 is like dancing in a suit, where you can feel the constraints of the suit in every movement, so the movements require precision and you can't do it haphazardly."

"But as long as you get the rhythm right, it will be a completely different story."

"This feeling is very different."

blah blah blah.

Even though he was still upset, Lu Cheng could still hear the cheerfulness in Lu Zhizhou's voice. More importantly, Lu Cheng wasn't a novice; he could hear the hidden talent in Lu Zhizhou's words—this was only his son's first time using a simulator.

Lu Cheng took a deep breath, glanced at the room, and said, "Xiao Zhou, you should stay in Maranello for now."

Lu Zhizhou was stunned, "Dad..."

Lu Cheng continued, "As for your mother, I told her that when you first called me, you were just planning to sacrifice your father as cannon fodder."

Lu Zhizhou: Hehe.

Lu Cheng, "Your mom is just worried about you, don't be sad..."

Lu Zhizhou lowered his head, mumbled a reply, and kicked at the pebbles on the ground.

Lu Cheng said, "You stay in Maranello for now. We'll see how things go as we go. But you can't neglect your studies, understand? It's not just your mother; my request is the same, Xiaozhou..."

Lu Cheng truly longed to see Lu Zhizhou's talent shine brightly—a Ferrari! That's a Ferrari!
But precisely because of this, he was torn between gains and losses, having experienced everything himself, from the initial ignition of hope to its complete annihilation.

In the dead of night, he himself couldn't tell whether he wished it had never happened.

Moreover, he never wanted to be like Jos Verstappen, passing on his unfulfilled dreams to his son. If he himself was not capable of fulfilling them, why should he expect his son to bear this burden?

Jos Verstappen, a former F1 driver, teamed up with Schumacher at Benetton in 1994. Unfortunately, he never won a Grand Prix, let alone a world championship. So he pinned all his hopes on his son, Max Verstappen.

However, Lu Zhizhou now enjoys it, immersing himself in it and finding pleasure in it.

He should support his son in pursuing his dreams, shouldn't he?
"Make the most of this opportunity and enjoy your time there. No matter what happens, Dad will always be there to support you." Lu Cheng finally made up his mind.

A little bit of trepidation, a little bit of unease, but mostly an overwhelming sense of excitement.

After offering a few words of comfort to Lu Zhizhou, Lu Cheng hung up the phone. His mind was racing with thoughts. He stood there, taking a moment to catch his breath, and pondered how he should talk to Jiang Mo.

Based on his understanding, Jiang Mo needed some time and space. At this moment, he was angry, and any conversation would be ineffective. He needed to wait for Jiang Mo to calm down.

However, the problem is that Ferrari is waiting for a contract, and since Lu Zhizhou is a minor, a guardian's signature is still required, which they cannot afford to wait for.

The problem we face now is precisely time.

Lu Cheng felt his temples throbbing. Although he had promised his son everything, he had no idea how to do it. Just as he was hesitating, the landline in the room rang and was actually answered.

Lu Cheng was taken aback, turned around and walked over quickly, just in time to see Jiang Mo hang up the phone and then the fax machine start running.

contract!

Lu Cheng had a sudden inspiration. The Ferrari Youth Training Academy was acting so quickly and impatiently, which meant they were indeed very satisfied with Lu Zhizhou.

However, the next second, Lu Cheng realized something was wrong. He didn't have time to be happy. At this moment, Jiang Mo had seen the contract. Wasn't this directly walking into the line of fire?

Adding fuel to the fire and adding insult to injury.

Lu Cheng couldn't help but feel annoyed. Ferrari's youth training academy was in such a hurry!
Marchionne: ? ? ?
Lu Cheng took a step forward, intending to stop him, but he was too late.

Jiang Mo was already standing there, reading.

Instead of flying into a rage and tearing the contract to shreds, or throwing the fax machine out the window in a fit of rage, he calmed down, regained his professionalism, and began to carefully review the document.

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