Spring Night Kiss.

Song Qingjia and Xu Zhouye walked into the headquarters building one after the other, and happened to run into He Yonglin, who was going downstairs to buy coffee.

The girl's eyes lit up when she saw Song Qingjia, but dimmed when she saw the man behind her.

Song Qingjia found it amusing and greeted her, "Good morning."

He Yonglin's voice was dry and monotone: "...Good morning."

Xu Zhouye walked past the two without glancing at them and headed towards the elevator lobby, perfectly portraying his unfamiliarity with them.

Song Qingjia was very satisfied with his acting skills.

He Yonglin leaned closer and whispered, "Why has Wild God been coming to headquarters so often lately?"

Song Qingjia: "Didn't he come here often before?"

He Yonglin shook her head: "I used to only appear before and after matches, I never saw anyone else."

Song Qingjia: "Maybe he's just been too free lately."

After saying goodbye to the little girl, she returned to her office.

She turned on her computer, and the screen was piled with emails and data that had accumulated during her vacation. She went through them one by one.

In the email, Davis highlighted several problematic data points collected from the Miami station, and Song Qingjia analyzed the reasons, determining whether it was a design issue or a calibration problem.

Around noon, she got up and went to the technology center to pick up the wind tunnel report.

After retrieving the report, I passed by the simulator room when the door was suddenly pushed open.

Xu Zhouye walked out, holding a bottle of water in his hand. His hair was a little messy because of his helmet, and some stray hairs were sticking up on his forehead.

He saw her, paused, tucked the water bottle under his arm, reached out and pulled the top page of the stack of reports from her arms, and glanced at it.

"Does the endplate opening narrow by one degree?" he asked seriously, in a businesslike tone.

If his finger didn't actually hook onto hers, then he was certainly putting on a convincing act.

Song Qingjia withdrew her hand.

"Hmm. Data from Miami indicates that eddy current oscillations are still quite noticeable."

As she spoke, she reached out to take the paper back, but he raised it a little higher, preventing her from reaching it.

"I ran it on the simulator yesterday. Did you see the data in your email?"

"I've read it, and the conclusion is basically the same as what you said."

"So how do you plan to reply to Davis?" He put the paper back in her arms, his fingers sliding along the edge of the paper and brushing against the back of her hand.

"Send him an email and tell him to take the driver's feedback into account." Song Qingjia held the report firmly and looked up at him.

Xu Zhouye's lips curled into a slight smile, which he couldn't suppress: "Finally willing to listen to the driver?"

That's what I meant...

Song Qingjia glared at him: "When have I ever disobeyed the driver?"

Xu Zhouye: "Why wouldn't you let me give you a ride this morning when I said I wanted to?"

Song Qingjia rolled her eyes. How could these be the same thing?

She deliberately didn't respond, clutching the report, and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Xu Zhouye: "Wait a minute."

The woman stopped in her tracks, her beautiful eyes glaring at him as if to say: If you don't have a legitimate reason to stop me, you're dead.

Xu Zhouye stepped aside to let the door open, tilting his head slightly: "Want to come in and run another round? I've adjusted the settings."

Song Qingjia glanced at her watch; she had a meeting in twenty minutes.

"Fifteen minutes."

That's enough.

She followed him inside, watched him put his helmet back on, pull down his goggles, and sit back in the simulator.

"I'll run two more laps, you watch the screen."

Song Qingjia hummed in agreement and sat down at the control panel. The track image on the screen lit up, showing Miami from last Sunday.

Xu Zhouye's car stopped at the pit lane exit, the engine revved up, the green light came on, and the race car shot off. The first lap was for warming up the tires; the second lap was for full-throttle acceleration.

Song Qingjia stared at the real-time data stream, comparing each curve in her mind with the data from the main competition that day.

The entry speed into the corner was 0.3 km/h faster, the throttle opening was 4% earlier when exiting the corner, and the steering wheel correction was reduced by nearly 15%.

One lap, two laps, three laps, and when I crossed the finish line on the third lap, my lap time was almost 0.2 seconds faster.

Xu Zhouye got off the simulator, bent down next to her, glanced at the data on the screen, and then turned his head to look at her.

"How was my run?" he laughed.

"Not bad, your feedback is very valuable."

After Song Qingjia finished speaking, he waited for him to ask for a reward. In the past, he would always push his luck like this.

But Xu Zhouye acted out of character today.

He nodded: "Wait for me a moment, I'll export the data, then you can give it to Davis together."

As he spoke, he bent down and performed a series of operations, packaging the data into a file and sending it to Song Qingjia's email.

"Okay, I'm fine now."

He straightened up and patted the girl's head beside him.

Song Qingjia found it increasingly strange and stared at him. Xu Zhouye chuckled, "What's wrong?"

"……fine."

Suppressing her doubts, Song Qingjia took the documents and turned to leave.

But my waist was hooked.

She was pulled into the man's arms.

Song Qingjia didn't struggle; instead, she breathed a sigh of relief. This was more like the behavior Xu Zhouye should have shown.

"You really just left like that?" He sounded a little aggrieved.

"……otherwise?"

Xu Zhouye lowered his head and kissed her earlobe: "Kiss me."

He couldn't resist.

It's just asking for a kiss, it shouldn't violate Doubao's definition of a high-quality lick, right?

"No one else will come here." He turned him around, leaned closer, and said, "You haven't kissed me for two days."

Song Qingjia reminded him, "It hasn't even been two days yet."

"It will be two full days in just three hours."

Song Qingjia: "..."

The calculations are quite clear.

She thought for a moment and gestured for him to lower his head a little further. Xu Zhouye did as she was told; she stood on tiptoe and gently touched his lips.

"How about we kiss like this first, and then kiss again tonight?" she suggested.

Xu Zhouye's eyes flickered: "Tonight?"

"Um."

"So you're asking me out now? Keeping your promise of once a week?" He took another step closer.

Song Qingjia didn't think that way and explained, "No, it was just a simple kiss."

Xu Zhouye looked regretful: "That won't do, I can't take advantage of you."

Song Qingjia: "..."

"That kiss was already a reward."