Spring Night Kiss.

Wen Shixu didn't chat for long before taking Yuki's hand and leaving.

Song Qingjia continued to sit on the bench, watching young mothers taking their children for a walk and playing in the sunken plaza not far away.

Suddenly, a deep male voice sounded from behind.

"Who was that man just now?"

Song Qingjia turned her head, and Xu Zhouye was standing behind her at some point, his back to the streetlight, his entire face hidden in shadow, only his deep eyes were visible.

Why is this man so persistent?

She found it a little funny: "What's it to you?"

Xu Zhouye walked around to stand in front of her, looking down at her: "How come you're alright?"

Song Qingjia listened attentively.

"I have to make sure my engineer focuses all her attention on upgrading the race car, and not on any other nonsense."

Song Qingjia nodded: "You're right."

Xu Zhouye gritted his teeth: "Then why did you smile at him?"

Song Qingjia leaned back on the bench, looking up at him. The streetlight light shone brightly in her eyes, almost deliberately. She said, "But I smiled at you too, many times."

"That's different."

"How is it different?"

Xu Zhouye snorted coldly: "Those wild men outside have ulterior motives."

Song Qingjia was speechless. If you asked her, the one with the most ulterior motives was Xu Zhouye.

"So you're not a random guy anymore? Why not? Just because we slept together twice?"

She slept lightly twice, leaving Xu Zhouye speechless. She always spoke like that—not too loud, not too soft, not too fast, not too slow—but every word felt like it was stabbing into his lungs.

Song Qingjia stood up and took a step toward him.

The distance between the two was immediately reduced.

"What if I end up sleeping with someone else later—"

"You dare!"

Xu Zhouye interrupted her abruptly, his brow twitching.

If she really dares... he will definitely kill that bastard, then lock her up and punish her day and night.

Song Qingjia maintained a nonchalant expression and took a step back: "Just kidding."

"Is this how jokes are made?"

Song Qingjia remained silent. She had been downstairs for a while and had no idea what Song Ergou was doing at home. She needed to go and give it fresh food and water.

Xu Zhouye took a deep breath and strode after him.

"You've taken a liking to him?"

Song Qingjia touched his ear.

"What's so good about him?" he asked again.

Song Qingjia stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the thirteenth floor.

"You're not as handsome as me, you don't have as good a physique as me, you don't earn as much as me, and your physical strength is nowhere near my level." Xu Zhouye followed her in and continued to call out in her ear.

Song Qingjia finally turned her head and stared at him.

"Xu Zhouye, you're really noisy."

Xu Zhouye: "?"

"How do you know that other people's figures aren't as good as yours?" Song Qingjia asked leisurely.

Xu Zhouye chuckled at her teasing look. He took two steps closer, took her hand, and led it to the hem of his shirt.

Song Qingjia didn't pull her hand away, letting him lead her, reaching under the hem and covering his abdominal muscles.

"After touching me so many times, you still say that? Is he any better than me?"

Song Qingjia did like his physique; his muscle lines were long and well-proportioned, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist—everything was just right.

In F1 racing, the heavier the car, the slower it is. New generation drivers are generally quite tall; Xu Zhouye, for example, is 185cm tall, so he has to be very strict with his weight control, resulting in a physique comparable to a male model.

She gently traced a line across his abs, inch by inch, along the grooves of the muscle, with very little force, almost as if she were barely touching him.

"This only proves that you are good, not that he is bad," Song Qingjia commented rationally.

Xu Zhouye's lower abdomen tightened as he was touched, and his voice became slightly hoarse: "Him? That skinny dog-like build?"

"What if they look slim in clothes but have a muscular physique underneath?"

Xu Zhouye looked down at her fingers tracing patterns on his waist, while she continued talking about other men, and the fire in his heart burned ever brighter.

He reached out and cupped the back of her neck, his thumb pressing against the skin behind her ear, and lowered his head to kiss her—

But we didn't get to kiss.

Song Qingjia turned her head away.

His lips brushed against her cheekbone and fell into the air.

His chest was pressed against something, and when he pushed outwards, he was pushed away again and again.

He looked up, and the woman in front of him put away her nonchalant attitude and looked at him seriously.

"Xu Zhouye".

"Now that you've already rejected me, what are you doing now?"

"Possessiveness at play? But what gives you the right?"

The elevator happened to stop on the thirteenth floor. The doors opened, and she walked out without looking back.

Xu Zhouye's eyes darkened. He rejected her? When did he reject her?

It's clearly her who insists on maintaining this bullshit "physical relationship," is that even reasonable?

He's a model socialist youth, morally upright and responsible; there's no way he would agree to that.

The elevator doors slowly closed again. He cursed, reached out to stop them, and strode out.

-

Davis moved the start date for the car upgrade components from the Canadian Grand Prix to the Miami Grand Prix, so Song Qingjia's arrangements also need to be expedited accordingly.

On Saturday, she also came to the team to work overtime, spending the whole day in the wind tunnel laboratory.

The fore-wing component was fixed in the center of the test section, its carbon fiber surface covered with a dense array of pressure-sensing points. The wind turbine had been running for a while, and the wind speed had stabilized at the level of a simulated high-speed curve.

Song Qingjia stood in front of the observation window, staring at the data stream jumping on the screen, his fingers sliding on the touchpad, turning page after page, his brows slightly furrowed.

The overall downforce value of the canard is 3 percent lower than that of the CFD simulation, which is not a big problem, but it is outside the acceptable error range.

She needs to find the source of the deviation.

Is the eddy current control on the outer side of the end plate not ideal? Or does the opening angle of the micro-groove on the main plane need fine-tuning?

Footsteps sounded behind me, followed by a voice that was all too familiar.

Deep and pleasant to the ear, with a metallic, matte finish.

Song Qingjia paused, but didn't turn around.

Xu Zhouye didn't come alone; he brought his teammate, another driver, Lin Bosheng, a first-year student who won the F2 championship last year and was just promoted to F1 this season.

"Being a driver isn't just about steering the wheel; you also need to have a certain understanding of the car. You can't just leave all the tuning to the crew; only you know how the car feels most comfortable to drive."

Xu Zhouye is passing on his experience to Rookie, the rookie driver.

"Understood, Brother Ye," Lin Bosheng replied crisply.

"Um."

Xu Zhouye saw the figure in front of the observation window as soon as he entered the room. Her black hair was draped over her shoulders and her waist was slender enough to be encircled by one hand.

He walked over and stood beside her, his tone completely normal: "How are the numbers?"

Song Qingjia didn't even look at him.

"The overall downforce was three percentage points lower than the simulation. The problem lies in the vortex control zone on the outside of the endplate, where the airflow separation point occurred earlier than expected."

Xu Zhouye moved closer and stared at the curves on the screen.

His warm breath tickled Song Qingjia's neck, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she held the tablet up to him.

"How much will it affect lap times?" he asked.

"Preliminary estimate: 0.15 seconds per lap."

Xu Zhouye pondered for a moment: "Could we add a small guinea flap along the edge of the base plate to compensate?"

Song Qingjia was somewhat surprised and turned her head to look at him.

From an angle unnoticed by others, Xu Zhouye scoffed lightly, "Finally decided to look at me? Engineer Song."