Spring Night Kiss.

Tuesday was the test day for the upgraded components to be tested on the track.

Both drivers need to participate in the test; Lin Bosheng will be responsible for the morning session, and Xu Zhouye for the afternoon session.

As an engineer, Song Qingjia had to be present all day.

Therefore, when they were leaving, Xu Zhouye held her hand and kissed her for a long time, explaining that since they couldn't meet in the morning, he had to make up for it in advance.

Song Qingjia was speechless.

She began to wonder how those rumors about his ascetic lifestyle had come about.

It has absolutely no authenticity.

Song Qingjia arrived at the Shanghai International Circuit ahead of schedule. The track is shaped like the Chinese character "上" (shàng, meaning "up" or "above") and is a very challenging track.

The testing room was bustling with activity, engineers coming and going, making final preparations before the test. The photographers were also in position, waiting for the VC26 to drive out of the garage.

Song Qingjia and Davis sat in front of the screen, put on headphones, and stared at the real-time sensor data.

Lin Bosheng is a very talented rookie. He completed a total of sixty laps, and his fastest lap time was 0.3 seconds faster than the team's previous record.

This is sufficient proof that the upgrade is effective.

Davis took off his headphones, his expression neither satisfied nor disappointed.

"His lap time has improved, but his exit speed from medium and high-speed corners is still insufficient. His driving style is conservative; he's hesitant to throw the car into corners, thus failing to unleash its full potential."

Song Qingjia didn't say anything and saved the data into a folder. It's normal for a newcomer to need time.

Therefore, we still need to see how Xu Zhouye performs in the afternoon's test.

Xu Zhouye was currently being interrogated by his mother. The reason was that he hadn't thought to go home since the end of the Japanese Grand Prix.

Jiang Yunsheng complained, "Your dad's busy, your brother's busy, and you're the one driving, how come you're nowhere to be seen?"

Xu Zhouye wasn't fooled: "Did you have another fight with Dad?"

His mother and Chief Xu had a very close relationship, always being affectionate and inseparable, so she absolutely had no extra time to think about her son.

If she suddenly calls to complain, it must be because Chief Xu has done something to upset her.

Jiang Yunsheng, realizing her thoughts had been guessed, gave a soft snort, but stubbornly refused to admit it: "Can't it just be that I miss you?"

Xu Zhouye dared not respond: "Please don't, I'm afraid my dad will get jealous."

Jiang Yunsheng: "...You brat, can't you even ask why I'm angry?"

Xu Zhouye: "So why are you angry?"

"He promised to go to the play with me last weekend, but then he had a last-minute meeting and stood me up."

"Didn't he buy tickets again yesterday to go with you?"

Jiang Yunsheng snorted: "But the seats yesterday weren't as good as last time."

Xu Zhouye: "..."

His mother always gets angry for such unique reasons.

Even through the phone, Jiang Yunsheng could sense her son's perfunctory attitude, which fueled her anger: "You also think I'm being unreasonable?"

"Xu Zhouye! You're just like your father, you don't understand women's feelings at all, no wonder you can't find a girlfriend!"

Xu Zhouye denied this.

"Why can't I find it?"

Jiang Yunsheng scoffed, "That Star Tear has been sitting at home for almost two months, and we still haven't given it away. It doesn't look like it's been found at all."

Xu Zhouye paused, he had almost forgotten.

I originally intended to bid on this sapphire necklace and give it to Song Qingjia. However, the woman ran away before the auction started.

He genuinely intended to cut ties once and for all, but in the end, he still bought the necklace. Looking back now, it was the right decision.

"Mom, have Uncle Zhang send it to me in Shanghai."

Jiang Yunsheng was still listing his faults when she was suddenly interrupted. She paused for a moment, then asked, "Why are you sending it over?"

"Of course, it's for my girlfriend."

Xu Zhou ambitiously stated that even casual sex partners count as girlfriends.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone: "You really have a girlfriend? The one you said you'd steal? You actually managed to steal her?"

Xu Zhouye didn't respond, leaving her wanting more: "I have to go to the track now, I can't talk to you anymore."

"Xu Zhouye, you better explain yourself—"

The phone hangs up.

Jiang Yunsheng stared at his phone screen, feeling extremely anxious.

That brat, why won't he reveal more about his daughter-in-law!

She also wants to show off to the other wives!

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Xu Zhouye changed into his racing suit in the lounge, picked up his helmet, and headed towards the garage.

The VC26 was parked right in the center, with engineers replacing its rear wing. Meanwhile, in front of the race car, his girlfriend was crouching beside the front wing.

Xu Zhouye smirked and walked over.

Song Qingjia was using a yellow fluorescent paint sprayer to apply markers to the outside of the endplate to visualize airflow and record the flow and separation points on the actual track.

"How were the data this morning?" he asked, standing behind her.

Song Qingjia put down the spray can and stood up.

Xu Zhouye naturally helped her up, then quickly let go before she frowned, anticipating her reaction.

Song Qingjia paused for a moment, then continued, "The lap time has improved, but Lin Bosheng was unable to fully utilize the downforce of the front wing, resulting in unsatisfactory exit speeds from mid-to-high speed corners."

Xu Zhouye nodded, listening as he put on his helmet. It was a silver helmet with a matte finish, the team's logo on one side and his car number, 9, on the other.

A reporter once interviewed him about why he chose the number 9 for his car license plate. He said it was because he felt he was incredibly lucky.

Song Qingjia instructed, "The vortex control area on the outer side of the forewing endplate needs to be given special attention during the actual measurement later."

Through the helmet, the coating on the goggles prevented her from seeing his eyes. But she knew he was looking at her.

"understood."

Xu Zhouye turned and walked to the race car, then sat in the cockpit. The mechanic bent down to install the headrest for him, and then handed him the steering wheel.

He caught it, fastened it to the steering column, and with a click, it was locked in place.

With everything ready, the mechanics removed the tire insulation blankets, and the engineer standing at the garage entrance gestured that the car could be released. Xu Zhouye's race car slid out of the garage and onto the track.

Song Qingjia and Davis returned to the screen and pulled up Lin Bosheng's fastest lap time from the morning for comparison.

After the warm-up lap, Xu Zhouye's race car had already passed the last corner and was about to enter the main straight in the in-car camera view.

Song Qingjia pressed the TR button: "The car is in good condition, the tires are at operating temperature, you can push it at full power."

Xu Zhouye's voice came through the earpiece: "Received."

He paused, then switched to Chinese: "If I run faster than Lin Bosheng, what reward are you going to give me?"

Song Qingjia couldn't help but roll her eyes. That jerk was at it again.

But she had learned her lesson and would never agree to any of his favors again.

She pressed the call button, showing no mercy: "If you say another word, you really won't be able to escape."

A very soft laugh came through the earphones.

Then the engine roared up, the race car sped past the timing line at full throttle, and the timer numbers on the screen began to jump.