Spring Night Kiss.

With the arrival of the May Day holiday, the streets have become much busier.

But this excitement had nothing to do with Song Qingjia.

She was so busy that she wished she could stretch every minute into ten.

Of course, it's impossible to reduce overtime work.

While Xu Zhouye raced on the track, Song Qingjia had to stand guard at the factory.

During the race, aerodynamic experts need to analyze the data transmitted back by the race car in real time, combine wind tunnel experiments and CFD simulations, quickly evaluate the efficiency of the existing aerodynamic kits, and devise improvement plans for the next race.

Fortunately, the aerodynamic kit upgrade proved effective. In the sprint race, Xu Zhouye finished fourth and Lin Bosheng finished eighth, both bringing home points.

Both players performed well in qualifying, with Xu Zhouye even making it into the top three rows for the first time this season.

At 2 a.m., after finishing a strategy meeting with the team in Miami and initially determining the progress strategy and tire strategy, Song Qingjia got up and went to the break room to pour himself a cup of hot water.

My palms covered the cup, and the warmth seeped into my skin little by little.

She got her period yesterday, two days earlier than usual. She initially suspected it was due to excessive sexual activity causing hormonal imbalance, but such things are impossible to verify.

The dull, aching pain in her lower abdomen was mostly relieved by the heat of the hot water, and she lowered her head to take another sip.

Her phone suddenly vibrated. She looked down and saw the three large characters "Xu Zhouye" prominently displayed on the screen.

His video call.

With less than two hours left before the start of the main competition, instead of preparing properly for his match, he called her?

But Song Qingjia answered the call anyway.

Xu Zhouye's handsome face appeared on the screen. He seemed to be sitting in the lounge, his racing suit zipped up and hanging at his waist.

The moment he saw Song Qingjia, a smile crept onto his lips: "You picked me up so quickly? You missed me that much?"

Song Qingjia: "...I didn't expect you to call just to ask this?"

"What's wrong with asking this?" he asked matter-of-factly. "Can't I ask? Then who do you want to ask? Your good brother? Or that Dr. Wen?"

Song Qingjia: "..."

With that mouth of hers, it's a shame she's not a comedian.

"I'm hanging up now, that's all." She said casually, as if about to press the hang-up button.

"Don't hang up!"

Xu Zhouye panicked and suddenly sat up straight.

Song Qingjia smiled and leaned back against the marble countertop, looking at him with a half-smile.

Xu Zhouye knew perfectly well she was teasing him. He licked his back teeth and chuckled softly, "Trying to mess with me on purpose?"

"Hmm, I was just teasing you, so what are you going to do about it?"

Xu Zhouye didn't answer, but instead asked, "Song Qingjia, when are you going to stop being so stubborn?"

Song Qingjia: "Xu Zhouye, when are you going to stop talking nonsense?"

He laughed out loud, looking helpless: "I can't argue with you." After a pause, he said, "The competition doesn't start for another two hours. If you feel tired, go take a nap."

Song Qingjia gave a soft "hmm".

"Don't miss me too much, I'll be flying back tomorrow."

She gave a soft "hmm" again.

Seeing her haughty expression, Xu Zhouye couldn't help but laugh again. She didn't deny his words, which meant that she still missed him.

The two stared at each other through the screen for a few seconds without saying a word. The door to the lounge was pushed open, and someone peeked in and spoke. He turned his head to respond, then turned back to look at her.

"Alright, go ahead and get busy," Song Qingjia said. "Good luck in today's competition."

He nodded and was about to hang up.

"Xu Zhouye".

"Um?"

Looking at the profile picture illuminated by the sunlight on the screen, Song Qingjia sincerely said, "Go up to the podium."

Xu Zhouye paused for a moment, then leaned closer to the screen and lowered his voice: "There's a reward for standing on the podium?"

Upon hearing the word "reward," Song Qingjia's back began to ache and her legs began to weaken.

"There will be no reward," he paused, "and there will be no more rewards in the future."

"What a pity." He sighed, though his tone didn't seem particularly regretful. "I was thinking that once I was on the podium, I could tell the reporters that the upgrades to this car were fantastic and that my engineers were incredibly talented."

Song Qingjia scoffed, "Then you go on stage first."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Alright, I'm really hanging up now." Song Qingjia glanced at the time, afraid of delaying his pre-match preparations.

Xu Zhouye: "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong now?"

He brought his face close to the screen, beaming, "I need a kiss from my girlfriend to bring me good luck."

Song Qingjia looked at the face so close to hers: "Dream on."

He wasn't embarrassed at not getting a kiss and was good at saving face: "Then I'll kiss you when I get back."

Song Qingjia hung up the phone immediately.

She stood there for a few seconds, picked up her cup, went back to her office, leaned back in her chair, and rested for half an hour with her eyes closed.

The sky changed from deep black to deep blue, and then from deep blue to grayish-white.

She was woken up by her alarm clock, drank a cup of hot water, and returned to the conference room, sitting down next to Davis.

Five red lights lit up in sequence and then went out, and the competition began.

Song Qingjia stared at Xu Zhouye's in-car monitor, watching him overtake two cars before turn one and rise to fourth. His voice came through the TR, carrying static, and as she listened, her brow furrowed slightly before relaxing.

Halfway through the race, he was in fourth place, more than two seconds behind the third-place finisher.

He was chasing, chasing every single lap.

The difference on the timer narrowed from two and a half seconds to one and eight seconds, and then to one second.

Song Qingjia's heart jumped as she watched the number slowly decrease, her fingers tapping faster and faster on the table.

She thought that if he could really overtake the car in front, she would definitely kiss him, more than once.

With six laps to go, Xu Zhouye finally seized the opportunity, using late braking at Turn 14 to complete a textbook overtake from the outside.

With that, the podium was secured.

Cheers erupted in the conference room, and Song Qingjia smiled.

Amidst the cheers, Craig's expression was somewhat strange. This podium was practically a blatant slap in the face, loudly proclaiming that his design was flawed.

He looked intently at Song Qingjia. Many people were congratulating her, and even Davis patted her on the shoulder.

She's just a pretty but useless person because of Xu Zhouye. She stumbled upon this by accident, but she won't be so lucky next time.

He gave a silent, cold snort.

As the black and white checkered flag waved, Xu Zhouye accelerated across the finish line at full throttle, securing third place.

He was panting heavily as he switched to the return-to-field mode and heard his game engineer excitedly say over the radio, "P3! Good job! Thank you, Xu!"

Xu Zhouye chuckled softly, "Thank you, mate."

He switched back to Chinese immediately after saying that: "Didn't disappoint you, girlfriend?"

He knew that Song Qingjia must be watching at this moment.