Spring Night Kiss.

After finishing the run, we immediately began the final strategy meeting.

The strategy team has already posted all the strategy plans for today's main race on the wall, from Plan A to Plan F, a total of six plans, covering all possibilities from the safety car to weather changes to pit gates.

Xu Zhouye sat across the long table with headphones on, listening and jotting down notes in his memo.

Even when asked, it's always a confirmation at a crucial juncture.

The meeting didn't last long; it only outlined various possible scenarios, but the actual implementation would depend on the situation on the field.

The situation on the field can change in an instant. Collisions may occur, malfunctions may occur, and it may be discovered that tires are deteriorating faster than expected. Not to mention the presence of safety cars or red flags, all of which can change the choice of strategy.

Xu Zhouye closed the memo, stood up, and walked towards the lounge.

Song Qingjia felt the contents of his pocket, and taking advantage of everyone's inattention, followed him and squeezed through the door before he could close it.

Xu Zhouye raised an eyebrow.

This was the first time he'd ever seen her take the initiative to come to him like this.

"What's wrong?"

Song Qingjia took out a small thing from his pocket—a red string with a golden lucky bead in the middle.

A while ago, she was taking a walk outside her neighborhood when she saw an old lady selling things at a stall. On a whim, she bought one, saying it would bring her good luck.

"Tie it to your wrist? Or put it in your pocket. It might not work, but it might."

Xu Zhouye took it, looked down at the red rope, and slowly ran his fingertips along the lines of the rope, as if he were caressing the most precious thing in the world.

He chuckled softly, "You still believe in this?"

Song Qingjia deliberately said, "I don't believe you, tie it or not, it's up to you."

Xu Zhouye's smile deepened as he pulled the person in front of him and extended his hand: "You help me tie it. You bought it, so it's only useful if you tie it."

Song Qingjia gave a soft hum, but still took the red rope, lowered her head, and wrapped it around his wrist.

His skin was slightly cool, and his wrist bone had a clean, sharp curve. When the red string touched him, his pulse skipped a beat under her fingertips.

Song Qingjia tightened the drawstring and adjusted the position of the beads: "All done."

Just as she was about to pull her hand away, he grabbed it.

Song Qingjia looked up and saw that his eyes were clear and bright, his gaze tender. He lowered his head and kissed her fingertips.

"I received the good luck."

-

At 2:50 PM, there were ten minutes left before the start of the main competition.

On the starting grid, Xu Zhouye was already sitting in the cockpit, surrounded by a group of engineers who were conducting final checks on the race car.

Song Qingjia stood by the control panel and put on her headphones.

This was her first time watching his match live, and her heart was pounding; she felt even more nervous than the person in the car.

Under this year's new regulations, the vehicle departure procedure is different from previous years. Because the MGU-H has been eliminated, the turbocharger can no longer be driven instantly by electric power, and must rely on the exhaust gas at high engine speeds to "build pressure".

Therefore, drivers need to keep the engine speed at a high level of about 13000 rpm for up to 10 seconds before starting to ensure that the turbo is in optimal working condition.

The more complex the program, the greater the probability of something going wrong at the start.

In the opening match in Australia, Verstappen was slow to start due to low battery, causing a moment of chaos.

Song Qingjia's heart was in her throat until Xu Zhouye got off to a good start and held onto the lead through Turn 1, at which point he fell far behind.

The pressure lessened considerably after that. Overtaking on the track was difficult, and as long as there were no mishaps during pit stops and the car didn't break down, the championship would be in the bag.

Of course, the driver also needs to avoid making mistakes.

Song Qingjia automatically ignored this possibility.

She believed in Xu Zhouye.

Mike was beside her, occasionally reporting lap times to her in the radio: "Lap time 16.8, leading the car behind by 4.5."

"Received." His reply was brief and his tone was calm.

In the clean air, he pulled away lap after lap, his lead growing ever larger.

On the twenty-seventh lap, as planned, Mike called him back: "Pit in, pit in, watch the white lines in the pit lane, don't cut corners."

During practice, several drivers were penalized for speeding in the pit lane, so Mike paid extra attention.

The 2.2-second tire change left Xu Zhouye in third place after exiting the station, 8 seconds behind the car in front, a relatively clean window.

Once the two cars in front of him had finished entering the station, he returned to the lead position.

The competition seemed to proceed somewhat uneventfully, and Song Qingjia relaxed a little, rubbing her sore neck.

Suddenly, a pair of hands landed on her shoulders.

She subconsciously looked up and met Jiang Yunsheng's smiling eyes.

"Are you tired?" Jiang Yunsheng asked softly, massaging her shoulders as he spoke.

"I'm not tired, thank you, Auntie." Song Qingjia quickly pressed the other person's hand down; she was too embarrassed to let an elder massage her shoulders.

Jiang Yunsheng withdrew his hand and sat down beside her.

"If he keeps running like this, won't that brat win the championship?"

Song Qingjia didn't dare to be too certain: "It's highly likely. If he can widen the gap to 20 seconds before the next entry into the station, he'll be more secure."

Jiang Yunsheng nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The lap count has reached the fifty-third lap.

Just when everyone thought the game would end smoothly, an unexpected incident occurred.

A driver understeered while cornering, causing his car to crash into the wall. Double yellow flags were displayed on the track, and the safety car was deployed.

The atmosphere in the pit room instantly tensed up. Mike said to TR, "Enter the pit, plan c."

When the race cars rejoined the track, the safety car was still leading, maintaining its first-place position.

Song Qingjia looked at Jiang Yunsheng and said softly, "This time it's truly number one."

With the black and white checkered flag waving, Xu Zhouye crossed the finish line.

P1.

There was a moment of silence in the garage, followed by an explosion of cheers. The team and Xu Zhouye had waited far too long for this championship.

Song Qingjia leaned back in her chair, loosening her fists that had been clenched for too long; her palms were slightly white from the marks left by her fingernails.

Mike's TR notification rang beside her, and he said into the microphone, "Xu Zhouye, champion. This race belongs to you, well done."

Immediately following were congratulations from the team leader and a string of engineers, crowding into the channel one after another.

Xu Zhouye listened with a smile, waiting for someone's voice.

After Jiang Yunsheng offered his congratulations, the voice he had been waiting for finally came through TR: "Xu Zhouye, congratulations."

So bland?

He complained, "Couldn't you have said this congratulations to my face?"

Song Qingjia was stunned for a moment, then suddenly took off her headphones, turned around and ran outside.

The engineers in the garage also realized what was happening and rushed towards the podium.

Song Qingjia ran through the P-room passage, past the busy crowd of mechanics and engineers, and sprinted forward.

Xu Zhouye's car was already parked in front of the first place sign. He got out of the cockpit, supporting himself with his hands, took off his helmet, and his hair was a mess, soaked with sweat.

He turned around as if sensing something and saw the figure running towards him in the crowd.

She stopped in front of the fence and gazed intently at him.

Xu Zhouye curled his lips into a smile and strode towards her.

"Xu..."

Her neck was gripped tightly, and a passionate kiss landed without hesitation.