How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

Chapter 1108: Chapter 422: Summer Break Begins

Because the team got a pretty good result in the last race before the summer break, everyone received a considerable bonus after the race ended.

And after the race was over, Qin Miao handed over his work that day and returned to Monaco.

On the plane, Qin Miao’s work phone was constantly buzzing, the screen kept lighting up and then turning off again.

Because everyone knew that after the summer break, Qin Miao, the hot F1 world champion in China, would have some free time, so many programs from home and abroad wanted to invite him as a guest.

At the same time, some collaborators also wanted to approach Qin Miao for endorsements and such.

However, since Qimeng wasn’t around and Qin Miao didn’t want to waste his time replying one by one, he simply turned off the vibration, put it on silent, and tossed the phone aside.

So what was Qin Miao doing at this time instead of dealing with these trivial matters?

He was reading what the audience on Hupu was saying about him.

After all, because of Qin Miao and Zhou Guanyu’s continuous efforts in F1, with Qin Miao mainly being the focus, the fan base in China has grown significantly. Especially since Qin Miao is known for liking to play games and streams playing games whenever he has time, the gaming and F1 fan communities overlap in China.

So Hupu launched an F1 section.

As for this section, naturally, it’s like Hupu’s other traditional areas, filled with all sorts of sharp critiques.

Recently, Qin Miao really loves reading this, because domestic netizens are truly talented, often giving straightforward yet insightful comments, which frequently bring a knowing smile.

For example, today’s sharp comment about Leclerc’s performance in the race:

If you were in Perez’s position in this race, would Qin Miao dare to run so comfortably throughout?

Of course, Qin Miao’s favorite is the critique about the Ferrari team:

No worries, Leclerc is still in the points zone, Ferrari can let him stop again.

After returning home, Qin Miao immediately handed his phone to Qimeng and comfortably took a bath before going to sleep.

The next morning, after getting up, Qin Miao didn’t even work out. He grabbed his fishing gear, took some food, and headed downstairs with the spare key for the yacht Leclerc left at his place.

Although Mercedes hasn’t officially issued a holiday notice yet, technically Qin Miao is still in work mode.

But if Qin Miao doesn’t want to, the team won’t assign him any work, so essentially, Qin Miao is already on vacation.

After being busy for half a year, what Qin Miao craves most isn’t seeing family, playing games, or having a comfy sleep.

What Qin Miao truly wants now is to find a quiet place where no one is around, enjoying the solitude.

Humans are social creatures, indeed, but as the ancestors said, too much of something is not good. Staying too long in the vast F1 arena can be overwhelming.

Over time, Qin Miao starts to miss the quiet atmosphere of his childhood.

If there’s anything uncomfortable about being an F1 driver besides the tiredness, it’s having people constantly surrounding you, with cameras constantly monitoring your every move.

All your actions get amplified.

Being in the spotlight is the destiny of all F1 drivers.

Though Qin Miao doesn’t mind, over time, it does get uncomfortable.

So after the race, Qin Miao doesn’t feel like handling any work, he just wants to sail the boat to a place where no one can see him and fish for a while, listen to some music. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

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At around eight in the evening, after drifting at sea for a whole day, Qin Miao finally sailed back to the dock in Monaco.

At this time, besides the fishing gear he took out, Qin Miao also had the trash left over from eating on the boat.

After getting off the boat, many people recognized Qin Miao, but most greeted him from afar without coming over to chat.

Frankly speaking, Qin Miao is indeed famous, but when it comes to wealth, Monaco’s residents are not afraid.

Naturally, Qin Miao nodded back at them without a hint of emotion, but he deliberately hid the box he was holding behind him.

He hadn’t caught a single fish the whole morning and afternoon...

If this were exposed, even with Qin Miao’s thick skin, he’d feel a bit embarrassed.

After returning home, Qimeng was busy in the study, while his mom was sitting on the sofa watching a movie, knitting a sweater with two long knitting needles.

To be honest, it’s the first time Qin Miao has ever seen his mom do this, since before, she had a regular job and used her free time to relax instead of passing the time this way.

But Qin Miao isn’t unfamiliar with knitting; after all, back in school, there were female classmates who knitted sweaters in class while listening to lectures.

Curiously, Qin Miao approached his mom and asked, "Mom, when did you come back? Weren’t you in France? And what are you doing? Why suddenly think of knitting clothes?"

His mom looked up at Qin Miao, then returned her gaze, and said calmly, "I’m making some clothes in advance for my grandson."