Spring Night Kiss.

After parking his car, Song Qingjia went around to the coffee shop in the headquarters restaurant, bought a cup of Americano, and carried it towards the elevator.

In the elevator lobby, He Yonglin was looking down at her phone, smiling. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't even notice Song Qingjia walking up to her.

"Yonglin," Song Qingjia called out.

"Ah! Sister Qingjia!" He Yonglin looked up, her eyes sparkling.

Song Qingjia glanced at her phone screen out of the corner of her eye and paused.

It's Xu Zhouye.

Xu Zhouye was still shirtless.

The black and white tones, the light and shadows casting shadows on the creases of his abs, one hand in his waistband, the other tugging at his tie, his eyes both roguish and wild, as if he had just gotten out of bed.

It must be a photo taken of him by some magazine.

He Yonglin noticed her gaze, and handed the screen to Song Qingjia to share it with her.

"Isn't he handsome?"

Song Qingjia took a sip of her coffee and nodded, "Mm."

His face was undeniably handsome; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so bewitched as to get involved with him.

"Our team's two drivers, putting everything else aside, are among the best-looking in the paddock."

Song Qingjia also agreed.

"Especially Xu Zhouye, he's absolutely top-tier." He Yonglin swiped the screen and switched to a close-up of his profile. "Look at that jawline, that nose bridge, those eyelashes... I, a woman, am ashamed of myself for not being able to compare."

Song Qingjia's lips curved slightly: "Nonsense, your eyelashes are still a bit longer than his."

He Yonglin chuckled and continued swiping the screen.

She zoomed in on the photo, focusing on the abs, and pointed, "That physique is amazing! How long do you think it takes to get a body like that?"

"Good genes," Song Qingjia said.

"Yes, yes, it's all because of good genes." He Yonglin nodded frantically.

She flipped through the photos, staring at them for a couple of seconds, then suddenly leaned closer to Song Qingjia and whispered, "As the saying goes, men with high nose bridges are also...you tell me, isn't he especially good in bed?"

Song Qingjia was drinking coffee and almost spat it out.

He Yonglin didn't notice her strange behavior and sighed to herself, "Sigh, I wonder which woman will be able to win him over."

Song Qingjia: "Who knows?"

He Yonglin sighed again, "Yeah, who knows?" She paused, then added, "But it's hard to say, maybe the one who won him over will be a man."

Song Qingjia really choked this time. A little coffee spilled from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it with the back of her hand and kept coughing.

He Yonglin was startled and quickly patted her back: "What's wrong? Did you drink too fast?"

Song Qingjia coughed several times before recovering, then waved her hand, "It's nothing, what did you say?"

He Yonglin continued, "I've seen people online analyzing that since he entered the paddock, he hasn't been seen with a woman at all. Do you think that's normal?"

Drivers are the focus of everyone's attention in the paddock, with countless eyes watching them, and any scandal can be thoroughly investigated.

Xu Zhouye, on the other hand, really has absolutely no talent.

It seems that, just as he said in a reporter interview, women only affect his driving speed, so he wants to cut off all romantic relationships.

Song Qingjia didn't respond. Unfortunately, she was now Xu Zhouye's prey.

"Moreover," He Yonglin leaned closer, "about three months ago, in Jingzhou, a reporter photographed him and a man coming out of a hotel room."

Song Qingjia paused.

"I've heard it, I've only heard it! Xu Zhouye's neck is covered in marks, it was quite a fight. Tell me, isn't that solid evidence?"

This……

Song Qingjia was glad she had slipped away early that day, otherwise she would have been the one whose photos were taken.

"As expected, handsome guys all like other handsome guys."

The little girl had barely finished speaking when a sinister male voice came from behind her: "I don't like men."

He Yonglin suddenly turned her head.

Xu Zhouye appeared behind them at some point, hands in his pockets, and listened for an unknown amount of time.

He Yonglin's face went from pink to bright red, then from bright red to deathly pale. She opened her mouth, unable to defend herself.

The gossip has reached the person in question; she's too ashamed to stay on Earth. Let her go to Mars.

Song Qingjia remained calm, looking at the man with amusement, a gesture commonly known as "watching a show."

Xu Zhouye continued lazily, "Gender: male, sexual orientation: female." He stared at the woman who seemed indifferent, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Should I clarify this on Weibo?"

"No, no, no, I was just talking nonsense, please don't take it to heart."

He Yonglin waved her hands repeatedly, speaking as she backed away and slipped into the stairwell.

The elevator lobby fell silent.

Song Qingjia found it amusing and said to him, "Why are you being so fierce?"

Do you think I'm fierce?

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow, took a step forward, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "My gentleness is only for you, baby."

Song Qingjia didn't dodge, but raised her hand and pushed his head away: "Stop fooling around, someone's coming."

Xu Zhouye turned his head to the side. Craig and several engineers were walking towards the door.

Craig's gaze swept between the two men, his brow furrowing slightly as if deep in thought.

-

Today's entire day's task was wind tunnel testing.

The FIA ​​has regulations on wind tunnel testing time; the better the results achieved in the previous season, the shorter the wind tunnel testing time.

Vortex came in second place last year, but under this rule, it has almost no advantage and has to split its hourly test time in half.

Therefore, every round of testing today is crucial, and the data must not be lost.

When Song Qingjia entered the wind tunnel laboratory, Craig was already at the control panel. He glanced at her, said nothing, and gave her his seat.

Song Qingjia put down her coffee, put on her headphones, and brought up today's testing program.

She scrolled through the densely packed curves and data streams on the screen, line by line, her fingers gliding rapidly across the touchpad.

Craig stood behind her, watching her pull up the data from yesterday's version of the plan for comparison. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed his words.

The data from the two versions of the design were overlaid on the screen, making the differences immediately apparent. The new front wing had increased overall downforce close to the expected target; although it hadn't fully reached the design value, it was enough to silence him.

His face darkened, and for a moment he found it hard to accept that he had actually lost to a woman.

Near the end, Davis pushed open the door and came in. Seeing the data on the screen, he raised his eyebrows: "These data are very impressive."

He walked to the control panel, bent down to look at several key parameters, and then flipped through the notebook she had placed to the side.

Each page is marked with the operating conditions and error range.

He nodded, a satisfied look on his face.

"Next Tuesday is track day for a test run of the new upgraded parts. Come with me."

Song Qingjia should be well.

Craig's face grew increasingly grim. He had poured six months of his heart and soul into this car, but now he was being pushed to the brink step by step.

He was seething with anger, so he threw his notebook on the workbench and turned to leave the lab.

The unexpected situation made both of them frown.

Davis watched the figure disappear through the door, pinched the bridge of his nose, and turned to comfort Song Qingjia: "Don't worry about him."

Song Qingjia certainly wouldn't care, nor did she have the energy to care.

She didn't leave until all the data was organized and she was sure there were no problems, carrying her notebook and tablet.

As soon as I stepped into the office, someone squeezed in behind me.