Spring Night Kiss.

Saturday, Gilles Villeneuve circuit.

With one minute left in Q3, all ten drivers on the track had only one flying lap to go.

One new result after another was broken, and Xu Zhouye temporarily fell to sixth place.

Song Qingjia stared at his car's camera on the screen and couldn't help but hold his breath.

The countdown was ticking away, and he was still warming up the tires. If he couldn't start driving laps before the clock stopped, all his efforts over the weekend would be wasted.

Just as the time was about to jump to zero, he floored the accelerator and sped past the timing line, officially starting the flying lap.

Song Qingjia stared intently at him. His smooth driving lines and fluid car control, with perfect utilization of every curve, were evident in every movement, without a single unnecessary action or hesitation.

First timeout, purple; second timeout, purple. As he crossed the finish line, the timer stopped, and the third timeout also ended in purple.

Fastest in the entire event.

He secured his first pole position of the season.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted around them, and even the usually composed Davis couldn't help but raise his arms and shout.

Song Qingjia leaned back in his chair, loosening his fingers from the strap of his name tag, his palms sweaty.

This car isn't the fastest in the entire paddock; its engine is a few percentage points slower than the leading team, and it's losing downforce in high-speed corners.

But he pushed the car to its limit, to pole position.

Like a hero.

As I stepped out of the motorcade building, the night was deep and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

My phone vibrated.

Song Qingjia picked it up to check, and the man who had just finished the ranking match couldn't wait to send her a message.

She smiled and clicked on it.

Xu Zhouye's voice message: [Is the pole position you're entitled to? Are you satisfied?]

Song Qingjia lowered her eyes and typed: [You ran away yourself, why did you send me off?]

Xu Zhouye: [I set this lap time because I was thinking of you; I wanted to drive the station you built to the highest podium.]

Song Qingjia stared at the line of text for a few seconds, her heart skipping a beat.

She replied: "Then win the championship tomorrow and show me."

Xu Zhouye: [It's a deal.]

Meanwhile, the internet exploded with discussion.

Less than half an hour after the qualifying session ended, social media was flooded with posts about it.

"Wild God, pole position! Who said he couldn't do it?"

"This car got pole position? It's purely a testament to the driver's skill!"

The voices questioning his driving skills gradually subsided, drowned out by the sea of ​​celebration.

But the wind shifted quickly, and before anyone knew who started it, the topic changed from pole position to something else.

"Have you noticed? Ever since he went public with his girlfriend, he's been acting like a completely different person!"

"Is dating really that useful???"

"I suggest WildGod let this relationship last as long as possible, ideally until he retires!"

"His girlfriend brings him good fortune! Please, please show off your love more!"

His "girlfriend" tweet in Miami was dug up and shared tens of thousands of times, with comments like, "This relationship was worth it," and "Please, Wild Girlfriend, go to the event! He needs your encouragement!"

After taking a shower, Song Qingjia casually browsed the internet and came across a bunch of comments like these.

She stared at the comments and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

What made him feel refreshed after falling in love?

It was clearly the result of her and those engineers working day and night to upgrade it.

The opening of the front wing endplate was narrowed by one degree, and a Gurney flap was added to the edge of the bottom plate. After running in the wind tunnel for over a hundred hours, she finally achieved that two percent increase in downforce.

In the mouths of netizens, it all became "developed through dating".

Just as she was about to comment in rebuttal, she refreshed the page again and saw that Xu Zhouye had posted a new Weibo post.

@徐舟野v: Don't talk nonsense. My girlfriend and her colleagues made the best cars to get pole position.

These words caused a huge stir.

Song Qingjia felt that her disguise was in grave danger.

Various speculations arose, so she turned off her phone to avoid seeing it and tossed it aside.

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Jiang Yunsheng also saw these comments and couldn't stop laughing; the corners of his mouth never left his lips.

Beside her, Mrs. Zhao asked with a smile, "Yun Sheng, what's wrong with you today? You've been smiling since you walked in. What good stuff do you have on your phone?"

These ladies in their circle often get together to drink tea and visit exhibitions when they have free time.

Today, Mrs. Zhao is hosting a tea party, inviting everyone to a private tea room in the suburbs of Beijing.

"It's no good." Jiang Yunsheng put down his teacup, turned his phone screen to face the ladies, and showed them a screenshot of a popular comment on a social media platform. "Look how eloquent these netizens are."

Several ladies gathered around.

Mrs. Zhao read out two of them, then clapped her hands and laughed, "Oh my, young people these days are so funny."

However, the next second she suddenly realized something was wrong, turned her head sharply, and asked in surprise, "Your son is dating?"

Jiang Yunsheng took a sip of tea and nodded smugly.

Mrs. Zhao was genuinely surprised. Back then, her daughter also liked Xu Zhouye and chased after him for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to confess her feelings. However, she was left standing outside the door for half a day.

After returning home, she locked herself in her room and cried for a long time. It took Lao Zhao a long time to comfort her before she calmed down.

She even told her daughter that Xu Zhouye only cared about racing and might spend his whole life with cars.

Now, tell her that this clueless, straight man has a girlfriend?

It was nothing short of a miracle.

However, this is a bit tricky. If his daughter finds out, she'll probably be furious. She's always making up dirt on him online, and who knows what she'll do next.

She looked distressed, while the others were filled with curiosity.

Someone chimed in, "What kind of girl is she? Do you have any photos to show us?"

Jiang Yunsheng flipped through her phone's photo album and found the saved group photo.

In the photo, the woman next to Xu Zhouye is wearing a hat and sunglasses, so you can't really tell anything about her.

But the wives are all shrewd; they can't see through the subtle ways of praising someone.

"She has such a good temperament; she looks like a girl from a respectable family."

"Look at that figure, she's definitely a beauty."

"Mrs. Xu, you are truly blessed."

Jiang Yunsheng smiled without saying a word, accepting the flattery with a good mood.

At the other end of the tea table, Cheng Yizhen held a teacup, gently skimming the foam from the surface with the lid. Her eyes were lowered as she thought about the woman in the photograph she had just seen.

Even though most of her face was covered, she still recognized her at a glance—it was her daughter, Song Qingjia.

So, the so-called boyfriend who was driving was actually the son of the Xu family.