CHAPTER 54: CHAPTER 48: MAN AND CAR UNITY

After arriving at the repair zone, Qin Miao quickly became alert because among the many AMG GTs, he spotted a pure pink one, clearly prepared for the girls.

With some vigilance, he glanced at Qimeng, who was full of curiosity beside him, and then calmly bypassed the first parking garage to reach the second one.

The color of the cars inside this garage was normal, and Qin Miao breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, there were also staff busy inside the garage.

Although the Mercedes AMG GT is a mass-production sports car, without mentioning anything else, stability must be a top priority, but the driving environment of these cars is different today.

Moreover, the service targets are either wealthy or noble, so in order to ensure they can maintain a good state, the official staff must be diligent and perfect in the car’s support.

After a brief communication with the staff inside the garage, Zhuang Yuqin was handed over three keys by the staff.

"Currently, only the two black ones and this gray one in the garage have completed the inspection. This red one still has some equipment that hasn’t been tested. If you want the car now, you can choose one from these three," the engineer said to Qin Miao.

Upon hearing this, Qin Miao turned to Qimeng: "Which one do you want to choose?"

Qin Miao was indifferent about the color of the car body, as the color would not affect his driving in any way.

Instead of randomly picking one himself, he decided to give the choice to Qimeng to let her have a bit of involvement.

Qimeng thought for a moment and finally chose the red one.

"This one is more conspicuous, so during the race I can easily spot which car you’re driving."

Qin Miao was agreeable, as there was still quite some time before the race started.

Moreover, Qin Miao didn’t need to familiarize himself with the car in advance, as he could instantly become familiar with any car he wanted to if he chose to.

The engineer shrugged slightly at this, and after putting away the three keys, began busying himself again.

This red AMG still needed a check, and the car keys were required, so it couldn’t be given to Qin Miao.

About five minutes later, the red AMG was checked thoroughly.

"Sir, your keys."

The engineer came over to Qin Miao, who was waiting in the resting area, holding the car keys.

Taking the keys, Qin Miao eagerly entered the main driver’s seat of the AMG GT.

The engineer originally wanted to go through the process and point out how to adjust the seat position and some button functions to Qin Miao.

But as soon as Qin Miao sat down, his body paused imperceptibly, and then he began to expertly adjust the steering wheel angle, seat position, rearview mirror, and car mode.

Seeing this, the engineer thought: This must be an expert; perhaps he even has an AMG GT at home.

He handed Qin Miao a set of wireless earphones, used for communication during the upcoming race.

Since Qin Miao’s car would set off from this garage, this engineer was responsible for Qin Miao’s logistics.

Given that Qin Miao could adjust the vehicle settings so skillfully and arrived here even before the training started, it showed that Qin Miao is an expert.

This greatly reduced the engineer’s workload.

Truth be told, he quite liked these rich people as they were hassle-free.

He simply chose not to disturb Qin Miao further, returned to the control console of the garage, and opened the vehicle telemetry function.

He first glanced at the data sent back by the sensors on Qin Miao’s car, ensuring there were no issues before speaking over the radio: "Hello, hello, can you hear me? How’s the sound?"

Qin Miao replied: "I can hear clearly, it’s very clear."

"Okay, currently we are quite close, so there are fewer sources of interference in between, but let’s test the radio again when we reach the farthest end of the track, the race hasn’t started yet, you can get familiar with the vehicle’s operation feeling, you can start the engine, but don’t drive out yet, we need to wait for a signal."

"Got it!"

After responding, Qin Miao sat in the seat and exhaled deeply.

Just when Qin Miao sat in the car, he used his only Skill Card.

Now he had a very clear understanding of the AMG beneath him, knowing the car’s grip limit, the speed of tire wear, when to shift gears most optimally, and how much burst speed it could achieve.

Although this car is more expensive than an F4, with greater horsepower, faster top speed, and even better looks.

However, Qin Miao felt that when sitting in this car, it wasn’t as comfortable as being in the enclosed monocoque of an F4.

Moreover, Qin Miao knew that the cornering performance of this car is quite average, not as good as a GT3, and certainly not rivaling the superior cornering of an F4.

This is the drawback of starting too high.

Qin Miao’s first racing experience was with an F4.

After experiencing the extreme cornering precision and stability, driving such a luxury sports car, Qin Miao felt somewhat uninspired.

However, the novelty of sitting in this car for the first time somewhat eased the inexplicable sense of disappointment in Qin Miao’s heart.

When Qin Miao confirmed everything was fine, Qimeng patted Qin Miao’s shoulder and seriously said: "Good luck, regardless of the results, just run at your own pace."

Qin Miao nodded and gave a thumbs-up to Qimeng: "Don’t worry, watch me perform."

Then Qimeng returned to the viewing area above the garage, where she could better observe the changes on the field later while enjoying air conditioning.

Of course, the main reason was that Qin Miao was about to race, and Qimeng didn’t want to stay around him and distract him.

After Qimeng left, Qin Miao closed the car door, shut his eyes, and felt a sense of peace as the car filtered out external noise.

This environment felt just like when he sat in the monocoque of an F4 race car, making him feel very comfortable.

Unknowingly, Qin Miao let his mind go blank, slipping into a very comfortable semi-dreamlike state.

No idea how long passed, Qin Miao, originally resting his gaze, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

It wasn’t because Qin Miao suddenly thought of anything, nor was he awakened by any noise; he felt someone touching his car.

It’s a strange feeling, like someone touching the part of your body extending outward, a hard-to-describe peculiar sensation.

Looking back, he saw that quite a few people dressed in racing suits, holding helmets had suddenly joined the staff in the garage.

One person placed his hand on the trunk of the AMG he was sitting in.

Qin Miao exhaled heavily and asked over the radio: "How long until the qualifying race starts?"

"Fifteen minutes," the engineer’s voice came through the radio.

Qin Miao nodded lightly and closed his eyes again.

This time Qin Miao didn’t continue to empty his mind; he started using his understanding of this AMG GT and his familiarity with the Shanghai track to simulate every cornering approach on the track in his mind.