Speed ​​God

Chapter 57 Priority
Hugging is not something Lu Zhizhou is good at; just imagining it gives him goosebumps.

But Leclerc says that hugs are the best way to bridge distances and break down barriers, more effective than any language.

Lu Zhizhou hesitated slightly.

However, considering the distance created by more than two months of time and space, and the storm he was about to brew, he decided to give it a try.

Anyway, there's no loss even if we fail, right?

In retrospect, Leclerc was right; a hug was worth a thousand words, and the tense atmosphere melted away before it even had a chance to build.

Lu Zhizhou's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and at this moment, he finally noticed Lu Cheng, who had been neglected, out of the corner of his eye.

Lu Cheng stood to the side, at a loss, hesitating whether he should join in, but considering the stares of those around who were completely unaware of what was happening, he finally decided to give up.

Lu Cheng took a small step back, looked up at the sky, as if he were being punished by standing.

Jiang Mo composed himself and gently patted Lu Zhizhou's arm. "Let's not keep standing here and bothering others. Let's talk about it when we get home."

Lu Cheng walked up, looked around, and noticed that Lu Zhizhou only had a small backpack and no suitcase. A knowing look appeared in his eyes.

As expected, they went into battle lightly equipped. Lu Zhizhou had originally planned to go to Rome with the intention of a quick victory, but things went completely off track afterward.

Lu Cheng joked, "You've lived here for two months, and you haven't packed any more luggage?"

Lu Zhizhou said, "Since it's just a short stay, there's no need to add to the burden."

As she spoke, she observed Jiang Mo's expression.

Lu Zhizhou immediately noticed that after the brief joy of their long-awaited reunion, Jiang Mo had regained his composure and maintained the same attitude as during their phone conversation.

There were conversations, greetings, and expressions of concern, but the topic of racing was never discussed, and Ferrari's youth training program was completely ignored.

It seems that Mother is still not completely over her anger.

Upon careful consideration, this makes sense, because they have never truly sat down to discuss this matter. They need an open and honest conversation before the Lunar New Year.

but not now.

Lu Zhizhou made it clear that his primary task upon returning home was the final exams. As for everything else, he could put it aside for the time being and there was no need to rush.

So, since his mother didn't want to discuss racing, Lu Zhizhou didn't either. Instead, he talked about the customs and culture of Italy and his experiences, especially comparing his feelings as a tourist at summer camp with his experience living in Maranello, which is far from the tourists. He even showed off his Italian.

It was obvious that Jiang Mo liked it quite a bit, and he even asked Lu Zhizhou some questions about Italian cuisine.

When Lu Zhizhou mentioned Rosana's Sicilian cuisine, Jiang Mo became interested and sat in the passenger seat, tilting his head slightly to listen attentively.

Seeing this, Lu Cheng jokingly said, "You're a lucky person. Your Aunt Qiaomu heard you were coming back today, so she immediately prepared a big meal at home. She's been busy since early this morning, going in and out non-stop. The whole table is full of your favorite dishes."

Zhang Qiaomu, Jiang Mo's good friend and Song Bo's mother, lived next door to them.

In the past, Lu Cheng and Jiang Mo were often too busy to have time, so Lu Zhizhou would go home with Song Bo and be taken care of by Zhang Qiaomu. They often joked that Zhang Qiaomu understood Lu Zhizhou's tastes and preferences better than Jiang Mo.

The same thing happened in Maranello. In a foreign land where he knew no one, Lu Zhizhou was able to avoid eating in the cafeteria every day thanks to Rosana's care.

No wonder Jiang Mo was so interested.

Lu Zhizhou chuckled, "What time is it now? The professor must be starving. He's probably squatting downstairs banging on his bowl right now." Jiang Mo pursed his lips slightly, "No time at noon, so it'll have to be tonight. Have you prepared gifts for Aunt Qiao Mu and the others?"

Lu Zhizhou grinned. "Of course. I know Aunt Qiaomu has always liked a certain perfume, and I bought it a long time ago."

It was the same Feast Time spray that Malena had sprayed in the bar in Rome that Zhang Qiaomu had always wanted, but couldn't afford because it was too expensive. When he went to Rome this time, Lu Zhizhou bought a gift for Zhang Qiaomu as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, he later recognized it on Malena.

Jiang Mo glanced at the rearview mirror, a hint of happiness flashing in her eyes. However, her gaze lingered, unsure if it was just her imagination.

My son seems to have grown up a bit. A hint of melancholy and contemplation is barely visible between his brows, yet it is subtly hidden behind the smile in his eyes.

Jiang Mo turned his gaze away and looked out the car window, somewhat lost in thought.

That evening, Song Yan and Zhang Qiaomu hosted a grand banquet at their home to welcome Lu Zhizhou back. The apartment, less than 60 square meters, was packed with six people from both families, creating a bustling and lively atmosphere.

Shanghai can be divided into three parts: the inner ring, the middle ring, and the outer ring. The Lu Zhizhou family and the Song Bo family are located in an area where the inner ring and the middle ring meet.

All of them are old apartments, which are old, cramped, and small – these are the disadvantages. In some apartments, the kitchen and bathroom are still separate and located in the corridor, and you may even have to share one with your neighbor. However, the advantages are convenient transportation, complete living facilities, and proximity to the city center.

In any case, Lu Zhizhou and Song Bo's childhood memories were spent wandering through these alleyways and lanes, freely shuttling between the modern and the past.

The space here is similar to Lu Zhizhou's apartment in Maranello. It's crowded, but it's also lively and cheerful. People temporarily forget their troubles and life, and just seize the moment to enjoy it to the fullest.

Happiness is always fleeting; when immersed in joy and happiness, one completely loses track of time.

Lu Zhizhou hadn't fully adjusted to the time difference yet, and hadn't had time to break free from the regular biological clock of Maranello and enter another regular daily biological clock. But the next day was the most important exam of his life, and he needed to face the most important exam of his life to prove to his mother that he could keep his promise.

"Zhizhou!"

"Lu! Zhi! Zhou!"

Early in the morning, Song Bo's shouts echoed in the corridor. A short while later, Lu Zhizhou appeared before them, sporting a messy hairstyle and swollen, red eyes that were almost impossible to open.

Like a guide dog, Song Bo dragged Lu Zhizhou downstairs, found two skateboards under the stairs, and the two rushed out one after the other.

The school is right across from their residential area, less than a five-minute walk away, so they always go to school on skateboards.

But the skateboard couldn't be spotted by the teacher. Upon arriving at school, they handed the skateboard to the shopkeeper, and then the two of them ran into the school.

"So you mean you didn't see Vettel or Raikkonen?"

"Have you seen the new season's cars? They're testing in Maranello too."

"Who's in the youth training academy now? What do they train for every day? Do they use simulators? You probably can't drive a race car now, right?"

Chattering and babbling, panting as he ran, Song Bo continued his incessant chatter without stopping.

Although Lu Zhizhou didn't answer all the questions, only responding once every three or four, Song Bo became happier and more excited as he talked, and couldn't help but gesticulate wildly, spinning into the classroom.

Oops, I think I bumped into someone. "Song Bo! What are you doing? Can't you watch where you're going?"

Song Bo quickly turned around and apologized.

All eyes in the classroom were drawn to the commotion, and a shrill voice rang out, "Hey, who's this? Isn't this our school's pride and joy, our one and only Ferrari racer, Lu Zhizhou!"

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