Spring Night Kiss.

"Regret?" Xu Zhouye scoffed.

He reached out and pulled Song Qingjia's hand away, straightening his collar: "The word 'regret' doesn't exist in my dictionary."

"oh,"

Song Qingjia sighed inwardly with regret. This was the second time he had rejected her, and it seemed there was really no possibility of continuing their relationship.

"Then why did you come along?" she asked shamelessly.

"I..." Xu Zhouye choked.

He had no idea why he followed along; his legs moved faster than his brain, and he just caught up. What could he do?

But you can't say it directly, or you'll lose face.

"I've come to see if you've deserted your post."

Song Qingjia nodded: "Now you see, I just came to pour water."

Xu Zhouye: "..."

"Can you move aside? I need to go back."

Xu Zhouye: "..."

He stepped aside with a cold expression, and Song Qingjia walked around him, opened the door, and went straight out.

The man left in the break room watched her retreating figure and laughed angrily: "Scumbag woman."

Back in the conference room, all attendees were already present. Davis projected the data onto the screen, his expression gradually becoming serious.

The problems with the race car were largely consistent with Song Qingjia's analysis. Apart from the aerodynamic design issues, the VC26's power unit also had a significant gap, with the internal combustion engine's output power lagging behind the top teams by about 2%-4%.

Fortunately, the FIA ​​will begin the evaluation process after the Canadian Grand Prix, at which time the teams will have an additional opportunity to upgrade their engines.

"With the upgrade of internal combustion engines, aerodynamic design must keep up," Davis said in a deep voice.

"I suggest making minor adjustments and maintaining the design direction from the beginning of the season. Major changes are too risky, and we can't afford to make any major changes."

The first person to speak was named Craig, who was in charge of the design of the forewing endplate.

Song Qingjia didn't speak, but frowned.

The other party continued, subtly shifting blame and implying that the problem wasn't with his forewing design.

Xu Zhouye gave a light, indifferent chuckle.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"What do you mean?" Craig's expression changed slightly.

Xu Zhouye twirled his pen, his tone nonchalant: "I didn't mean anything, did I? Go on."

Provoked by the sarcastic tone, Craig was about to explode in anger when his colleague tugged at his sleeve. He took a deep breath and ultimately held back.

Offending the number one driver isn't worth it, especially since this driver has an unusual relationship with the team owner.

"Qingjia, what do you think?" Davis suddenly asked.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Song Qingjia, including Xu Zhouye, who had been twirling his pen the whole time.

He put down his pen, crossed his arms, leaned back in his chair, and looked like he was all ears.

Song Qingjia could sense a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

childish.

She looked away and said, "I think the front wing needs to be redesigned. The current car has severely insufficient grip when exiting corners, and the upgraded power unit has a greater output. Without changing the front wing, the car simply can't be driven."

"We've been working on this car for six months, and you've only just arrived. What do you know?" Craig sneered.

He was still somewhat reserved when facing Xu Zhouye. But when it came to this new engineer, who was a woman, he was completely impolite.

Song Qingjia's eyes turned cold: "I've reviewed the data from all three races, including the front wing design you were in charge of. Do you need me to provide the figures for how much pressure dropped during high-speed cornering?"

Craig choked, his face turning red.

She didn't give any numbers, but several engineers in the conference room lowered their heads, clearly knowing what was going on.

"So how do you think it should be changed?" Craig asked, sticking his neck out.

He didn't think that someone who had only arrived today could offer any constructive design proposals.

She's just a little girl; I don't know what connections she used to get in front of him, trying to show off her limited skills.

Thinking this, his expression became self-righteous again, and his eyes showed contempt as he looked at the other person.

"Snap—"

The tense atmosphere was interrupted by a sudden sound.

Xu Zhouye bent down to pick up the pen from the ground, threw it on the table, and looked around: "Sorry, I dropped the pen."

Although it was meant to be an apology, there was no genuine remorse in the tone.

He shifted his posture, crossed his legs, and slowly looked at Song Qingjia, saying, "The newcomer certainly has a big mouth. I'd like to hear how you plan to change."

Song Qingjia then looked up at him.

Their eyes met, and he curled his lips into a smirk that looked undeniably provocative.

How childish.

Without batting an eye, Song Qingjia projected the diagram from her laptop onto the screen. The simple comparison diagram used color to highlight the differences between the old and her initial proposed solutions.

"My idea is to modify the fore wing by three degrees and add a groove on the outside..." she explained slowly, neither humble nor arrogant.

Xu Zhouye propped his head up and looked at her.

As I listened to the data she listed, I couldn't help but picture her wearing a cheongsam and singing Pingtan on stage—it was quite a contrast.

But what they have in common is their equally radiant beauty.

Song Qingjia's plan was not perfect; it was only a preliminary prototype.

Craig pressed on to this point: "Where's the simulation data? You think you can convince us with just a few graphs?"

Song Qingjia said, "Of course, the plan needs to be validated. I'm just providing a suggestion; everything depends on Davis..."

She then looked at Xu Zhouye, her bright eyes blinking: "And the two drivers also have something to say."

Xu Zhouye stared at her without responding.

Seeing this, Craig disregarded her even more. He vented all the sarcastic remarks he had received from Xu Zhouye on Song Qingjia.

"Anyone can talk the talk, but in practice, things can vary drastically. If the budget is thrown in and the desired results aren't achieved, who will take responsibility?"

"I'll take the blame."

Xu Zhouye suddenly spoke, interrupting him with a hint of impatience and coldness.

"You said your plan from last month was fine after just a few laps, but what happened? Look at how badly the tires wore out on the high-speed corners!"

Craig's face turned a deep shade of liver, and he was about to retort.

Xu Zhouye spoke again: "Even if her plan was terrible, it couldn't be worse than this. Judging from the data, this car's speed is the worst in the entire paddock. Scoring points isn't your doing."

"It's thanks to me and the strategy team."

His words carried weight, and the conference room fell silent for a moment.

If someone else had said this, it might have sounded arrogant. But when it came from him, no one dared to contradict him.

"This Engineer Song, you won't disappoint me, will you?" Xu Zhouye changed the subject, his tone suddenly returning to that roguish manner.

Song Qingjia looked up and stared directly at him: "Of course."

"That's good," Xu Zhouye leaned back. "If you don't improve, I'll come to your office every day."

He paused, a smirk playing on his lips: "If you still can't change, I'll come to your house and wait for you."

Song Qingjia: "..."

This person is incredibly, incredibly, and ridiculously childish!