F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Despite a poor start in the sprint race, Williams Racing had their most glorious afternoon of the season so far in the afternoon's qualifying session for the main race.

Lin Feng secured P6 in qualifying thanks to his excellent racing line and precise control of tire temperature.

Teammate Alben also performed well, and quickly followed suit, securing the P9.

Both Williams cars made it into Q3, which made team leader Worth grin from ear to ear in the pit lane. He vowed to give the whole team a bonus that night.

However, for the drivers, getting extra chicken legs is out of the question.

At 8 p.m., in a corner of the restaurant at the hotel where the convoy was staying.

Lin Feng and Alben sat facing each other, their plates containing identical boiled chicken breast, broccoli, and a small amount of brown rice.

"James is a liar." Alben said, chewing on the dry chicken breast as if it were wax. "What happened to the celebration? Why are we eating this stuff in a food paradise? I just saw the Red Bull technician walk past me with three big boxes of xiaolongbao, and my mouth was practically watering."

"Come on, Alex. Tomorrow's race has 56 laps. If you dare to eat xiaolongbao tonight, I won't be cleaning up after you throw up in the cockpit tomorrow." Lin Feng expressionlessly stuffed the last bite of broccoli into his mouth, took a sip of water, and forced it down.

"Can't you have a little bit of hope for life?" Alben rolled his eyes.

My ideal life is...

Before Lin Feng could finish speaking, he caught a glimpse of a tall figure walking to the table.

Gu Ailing changed into a black fitted leather jacket today, paired with wide-leg jeans and Martin boots, looking both cool and stylish.

She took off her baseball cap with one hand, casually tossed her long hair, looked at the hay on the table, and clicked her tongue in disgust.

"Is this what you drivers usually eat? No wonder you all look like hungry wolves in the car." Gu Ailing laughed and pulled out a chair, sitting down next to Lin Feng.

Alben wisely put down his fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and stood up. "Oh, I just remembered it's time for my neck massage. You guys chat, I'll be going now."

After saying that, he even winked at Lin Feng, then slipped away as fast as he could.

Lin Feng watched Alben's retreating figure speechlessly, then turned to Gu Ailing: "Have you eaten?"

"Of course." Gu Ailing deliberately smacked her lips in front of Lin Feng. "It smells so good. But seeing you looking like an ascetic, I'm too embarrassed to tease you any further. Come on, don't just sit here after you've finished eating. Come with me for a walk to digest."

"Where to?"

"Let's just wander around." Gu Ailing stood up and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder without giving him a chance to speak. "Hurry up."

Lin Feng smiled helplessly, got up and followed.

In April in Shanghai, the night breeze perfectly dissipates the daytime heat.

Neither of them wore masks, only hats. After all, there were more foreigners than Chinese in this area, and with the cover of night, they didn't cause any disturbance.

They wandered aimlessly along the quiet sycamore-lined avenue near Jing'an Temple. The streetlights cast dappled shadows of the leaves onto the two of them.

"My heart was in my throat when I saw you almost collide with Alonso."

Gu Ailing had her hands in her jacket pockets and was kicking a small pebble at her feet.

"It looks scary, but it's all under control." Lin Feng put his hands behind his head and walked lazily. "If I don't push him, he's not going to give me the way. That's how it is on the field; if you take a step back, the other person takes a step forward."

"So that's why you're called a thug?" Gu Ailing turned her head and looked at Lin Feng's angular profile under the streetlight.

"The word 'thug' sounds awful. I prefer to call myself a practitioner of track physics," Lin Feng said, spouting nonsense with a straight face.

Gu Ailing was amused by him and gently nudged him with her shoulder: "Stop being so cheeky."

The two walked side by side, their shoulders occasionally brushing together due to the rhythm of their steps.

As I passed a narrow section of road under construction, several slightly tipsy foreign tourists walked towards me.

Gu Ailing subconsciously moved closer to Lin Feng, and Lin Feng naturally turned to the side, shielding her on the inside.

In that instant of dodging, Lin Feng's hand inadvertently brushed against Gu Ailing's hand.

The warm touch caused both of them to pause involuntarily.

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at the girl walking beside him.

Under the streetlights, Gu Ailing didn't casually move her hand away as usual, but instead pretended to look at the shop windows on the side of the road.

Lin Feng's lips curled up. Without hesitation, he naturally opened his hand and enveloped Gu Ailing's hand, then his fingers slipped between hers, their fingers intertwined tightly.

Gu Ailing's fingers trembled slightly, and her steps faltered for a beat. She turned her head, her eyes filled with surprise and a hint of panic.

"The road is full of potholes, don't fall." Lin Feng kept his eyes on the road ahead, trying to keep his tone steady.

This excuse is so utterly ridiculous, yet it works incredibly well in this atmosphere.

Gu Ailing bit her lower lip, but ultimately didn't pull away. She lowered her head and muttered softly, "I'm not a three-year-old..."

But when she grasped Lin Feng's hand, she subtly tightened her grip.

For the remaining half of the journey, the two were unusually quiet. Neither of them spoke, and only their two shadows, elongated by the streetlights, overlapped and swayed gently with their steps.

Half an hour later, the two walked back to the hotel where they were staying.

"I've arrived." Gu Ailing stopped and gently shook the two hands that were still clasped together.

Lin Feng reluctantly released his grip, his fingertips still warm from the other's touch. "Get some rest. There'll be some hard work tomorrow, so remember to shout louder when you're pushing yourself, otherwise the engine will be too loud for me to hear."

"Dream on." Gu Ailing rolled her eyes at him and backed away towards the elevator. "If you don't make it to the podium tomorrow, I'll post on Weibo saying you're a bad influence on kids."

"That's asking too much." Lin Feng smiled and waved. "Goodnight."

"Good night."

Watching Gu Ailing's figure disappear behind the elevator doors, Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that his heart rate was even higher when he held her hand than when he first sat in the race car.

He hummed a little tune and walked back to his room with his hands in his pockets.

As soon as Lin Feng swiped his card to enter, before he even had a chance to take off his coat, his phone started vibrating wildly in his pocket.

When I took it out, I saw a red "99+" floating on the WhatsApp icon.

"What's wrong with these people now?" Lin Feng asked, opening the group chat in confusion.

The moment he clicked on it, a high-definition, uncensored photo at the top of the screen made Lin Feng's vision go black.

The background of the photo is the sycamore-lined avenue that he and Gu Ailing had just walked along.

Under the streetlights, two figures, one tall and one short, stood close together from behind. What's most striking is that the camera captured their intertwined hands with remarkable precision, even going so far as to zoom in on a close-up!

The ID that sent this photo is: [Alpine-Gasley].

Immediately following this was a barrage of news.

[Alpine-Ocon]: Guys, this is the only thing Pierre and I agreed on today. We were just going to the convenience store to buy a bottle of water, but we ended up catching this big fish.

[Alpine-Gasley]: Esteban is right. Lin is fast at overtaking on the track, but his off-track maneuvers are even faster! That hand-holding technique... he's at least a veteran!

The group chat instantly erupted in chaos.

Everyone on the internet knows that these two French Alpine drivers secretly hate each other so much that they'd love to strangle each other. The fact that they've united to become paparazzi is proof enough how sweet this juicy story is.

[McLaren Norris]: Wow! So this is the legendary "SB" power? Chinese Kung Fu plus romantic love, teach me, Lin!

[Mercedes-Russell]: Lin, relax a bit next time. Look how stiff your shoulders are.

[Red Bull - Verstappen]: Boring, but congratulations on your P6 today. By the way, who's that girl? She's much prettier than you.

[Sober-Zhou Guanyu]: (Facepalm emoji) Lin Feng, you're finished. You've been caught red-handed by the entire enclosure.

Lin Feng stared at the screen, gritting his teeth.

These two Frenchmen are really good at being paparazzi; they can even take candid photos that look like movie posters!

Just as Lin Feng was about to send an emoji in response, an unexpected ID suddenly popped up in the group chat.

[Ferrari-Sainz]: Qualifying P6, Romance P1. Looks like that beat-up car of Williams does have its merits. But romance aside, watch your appendix, don't make me watch you race from the hospital like last time.

Lin Feng looked at Sainz's message, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he directly retorted.

[Williams-Lin Feng]: Thank you for your well wishes, Carlos. My appendix is ​​perfectly healthy. But if you want to rest for a few more races next time, I wouldn't mind wearing the red racing suit again.

After posting this, Lin Feng didn't stop. He directly pulled out a panda meme from his album: a panda holding a Gatling gun with the caption "Everyone here is trash."

[Williams-Lin Feng]: [Image] Also, Pierre and Esteban, you'd better stay away from me when you start tomorrow, otherwise I can't guarantee that my front wing won't end up in your side boxes.