Chapter 202 - 125: Fans - How Did I Become an F1 Driver? - NovelsTime

How Did I Become an F1 Driver?

Chapter 202 - 125: Fans

Author: lq Lianqing
updatedAt: 2025-08-24

CHAPTER 202: CHAPTER 125: FANS

She will keep updating Weibo, but she has been busy recently, so she probably won’t update too frequently. It’s likely that when she remembers, she’ll dig out a couple of decent photos from her phone album to post.

After the first day of rest, Qin Miao originally planned to stay in like the first day, completing his daily training in the hotel, then using the simulator, and after that, happily playing CSGO.

But Lawson called Qin Miao in the afternoon, inviting him out for afternoon tea with Mattia Binotto, the leader of the Ferrari F1 team.

Facing an invitation from his superior, Qin Miao naturally had no reason to refuse.

Zhou Guanyu had to suffer a bit more because of it.

After learning the reason why Qin Miao had to cancel, Zhou Guanyu understood, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit envious of Qin Miao.

Qin Miao attracted so much attention from various teams with just one race, and from Ferrari, no less, with both the youth training director and the F1 team leader involved.

Although Zhou Guanyu had no definite answer for why they approached Qin Miao at this time, he could vaguely guess the reason.

Simply put, it was to sketch a beautiful picture for Qin Miao, using their sincerity to build a closer relationship with him.

Even though Zhou Guanyu hadn’t experienced such things, he was very familiar with these tactics.

And as it turned out, Zhou Guanyu’s guess wasn’t far off.

When Qin Miao arrived at the cafe alone at the agreed time, he found that Binotto and Lawson had arrived even earlier than him. Considering it was an invitation from his superior and his superior’s superior, with Qimeng’s urging, Qin Miao had deliberately arrived more than twenty minutes early.

Yet despite this, Lawson and the others had arrived even earlier, unconsciously giving Qin Miao the impression that these two valued him highly.

Classic psychological tactic.

The cafe was quiet with few patrons, so even if Mr. Bi’s face was highly recognizable, no one approached to disturb them.

Qin Miao knew both of them well. Lawson was his direct superior; during his time in Maranello, Lawson was responsible for managing him, and had even taught him, so calling him "teacher" wouldn’t be excessive.

Qin Miao’s interactions with Binotto were mostly related to simulator work and, while familiar, their relationship wasn’t as close as with Lawson.

"Mr. Binotto, Mr. Lawson, hello. Sorry I’m late." Although Qin Miao wasn’t actually late upon arrival, he knew it wasn’t good etiquette to keep elders and leaders waiting, so he apologized first.

Lawson didn’t speak; instead, Binotto replied first, "It’s alright, Qin, we just arrived early."

After saying that, Binotto shrugged, "After all, facing such a talented driver as you, it feels appropriate for us old guys to show a bit of respect."

Binotto straightforwardly stated that he deliberately arrived early to wait for Qin Miao.

To be honest, most people would start to wonder if Binotto had ulterior motives in this situation, as the old saying goes: ’Uncalled flattery is suspicious.’

But Qin Miao was different. Protected well by Qimeng, and having grown up in a simple environment, he didn’t harbor any heavy thoughts.

Seeing Binotto’s candor, Qin Miao actually developed a certain fondness for him.

"Your compliment makes me feel humbled..."

"Have a seat. Lawson ordered you some yogurt and nuts, hope you like it."

Seeing what Lawson had ordered, Qin Miao immediately displayed a bitter smile.

This stuff, when Lubos was by Qin Miao’s side, he practically drank it every day, and no matter how good it tasted, he was tired of it.

But with Roxin and Binotto present, Qin Miao couldn’t simply say, "I don’t like it," could he?

Subtly moving the yogurt aside, Qin Miao curiously asked, "So, what exactly was the reason you two called me here today?"

Before arriving, Binotto had researched Qin Miao’s character and found it best not to beat around the bush.

"Based on our internal evaluation, we believe you already have the capability to drive an F1 car, and our contract negotiations with Vettel for next season’s driver aren’t going smoothly, so there’s a high chance he will leave Ferrari next season..."

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