F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

The rain finally stopped, and a gentle breeze blew in, carrying the damp, earthy smell unique to the English countryside.

Lin Feng pushed open the glass door of the Williams headquarters, stretching his shoulders while scrolling through his phone.

The trending topics on Twitter are buzzing with activity.

The flying kick on the Imola circuit, after several days of fermentation, has not only failed to subside, but has instead evolved into a heated debate across the entire internet.

Italian media continue their relentless attacks, criticizing his lack of respect for motorsports.

British media, on the other hand, went all out to defend their young driver, praising him for showing the spirit and desire for victory that young drivers should have.

Lin Feng glanced at the various comments, smiled indifferently, and locked his phone screen.

"Lin Feng! You old ancestor! You've finally shown up!"

Before he could even step down the steps, a black Mercedes-Benz van screeched to a halt on the side of the road.

The car door opened, and a familiar figure practically tumbled out of the car.

The person who arrived was Lin Feng's agent, Zhou Kai.

Zhou Kai's hair was as messy as ever, and he had two huge dark circles under his eyes, making him look like he had been staying up for three days and three nights in an internet cafe.

The most outrageous thing was his expensive handmade suit, with the tie askew to his armpit and the shirt hem sticking out halfway.

"Brother Zhou, did you go to the Nile to fight crocodiles?" Lin Feng walked down the steps and looked at his panting manager, unable to help but laugh.

"Fight my ass! I've been fighting capitalists these past two days!" Zhou Kai panted, grabbing Lin Feng's arm and shoving him into the car. "Get in! We're running out of time! We need to finish shooting the official global endorsement materials for the domestic sportswear brand at the central London studio today!"

Lin Feng obediently climbed into the back seat, and Zhou Kai squeezed in right after. As soon as he was settled, he eagerly pulled a thick document from his briefcase and slapped it on Lin Feng's lap.

"Look! Look at this number!" Zhou Kai's face trembled with excitement. "Tens of millions! And it's a top-tier global brand ambassador title! This is the first time they've given this title to a race car driver; previously, this treatment was always reserved for Olympic champions or table tennis Grand Slam winners!"

"Calm down, Zhou. Your naive and unsophisticated attitude is really affecting my image as an internationally renowned athlete." Lin Feng glanced at the file casually and then tossed it back to Zhou Kai.

"How can I stay calm?!" Zhou Kai glared at Lin Feng. "Do you know that to keep up with this order and deal with the PR crisis caused by your kicking the other day, I haven't slept for a full 24 hours! Those little brats I train in Formula 4 and Formula 3 back home are crying and begging on WeChat every day when I'm going back to watch their races, and I just blocked them! Compared to them, your place is the real money-printing machine! Right now, you're all I see!"

Lin Feng was amused by Zhou Kai's exaggerated behavior.

Although Zhou Kai is usually loud and boisterous, his ability to get things done is absolutely top-notch in the industry. He has an extremely keen sense of smell and can accurately pick out the brand that best matches Lin Feng's style and offers the most generous price from among countless brands that extend olive branches.

It can be said that Lin Feng was able to race on the track with peace of mind because Zhou Kai was there to carry the charge for him.

"Thanks for your hard work, Brother Zhou. But this deal wasn't entirely your doing, was it?" Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, looking at Zhou Kai with a half-smile.

Zhou Kai blushed and coughed twice: "Ahem... well, indeed, a large part of the reason is because Ailing helped with the introductions. After all, she's also the brand's spokesperson, and with her speaking on their behalf, the brand's higher-ups gave the green light very quickly."

When Gu Ailing was mentioned, Lin Feng's lips curled into a doting smile.

The minivan traveled smoothly on the highway to London.

Lin Feng took out his phone and opened Gu Ailing's WeChat chat window.

[Lin Feng]: On my way to the shoot. My agent is so excited about your connections that he's about to have a stroke. Thank you on behalf of my bank card, boss.

The other party replied almost instantly.

[Gu Ailing]: Don't give me that. You got a multi-million dollar endorsement deal, how are you going to repay me? Just treating me to boiled chicken breast won't do.

[Lin Feng]: You can eat whatever you want, I'll give you as much British fish and chips as you want.

[Gu Ailing]: You can keep the fish and chips for yourself. Seriously though, I have a surprise for you today.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow as he looked at the two words on the screen.

[Lin Feng]: Surprise? What surprise? Did you unplug Verstappen's simulator network cable? Or did you put sugar in the Ferrari's fuel tank?

[Gu Ailing]: ...Lin Feng, besides racetracks and causing destruction, can't you think of anything else?! This is a very, very big surprise! Can you guess?

Lin Feng stroked his chin, lost in thought.

[Lin Feng]: Did you buy the Williams racing team?!

Far away, somewhere unknown, Gu Ailing looked at the reply on the screen and was so angry that she almost smashed her phone.

[Gu Ailing]: Get lost! I'm not talking to you anymore! You can keep looking forward to it, you idiot!

Seeing the angry emoji sent by the other party, Lin Feng laughed out loud without a care in the world.

Zhou Kai, who was standing next to him, leaned over and saw Lin Feng grinning foolishly at his phone. He couldn't help but sigh, "People in love do have lower IQs, that's absolutely true. Lin, don't laugh so lewdly when you get to the event. The brand wants that ruthless, cold-blooded aura you have on the track."

"Got it, you're expressionless, huh? I'm good at that." Lin Feng put away his phone, closed his eyes to rest, but actually went into the system to practice driving.

More than an hour later, the van stopped in front of a photography studio in central London.

Lin Feng followed Zhou Kai through the gate, where a bustling scene had already unfolded.

Huge spotlights were erected in mid-air, dozens of staff members moved around the venue, and various sounds rose and fell.

When the director saw Lin Feng enter, he immediately greeted him warmly.

"Lin! Welcome, welcome! You look fantastic!" The director was a Frenchman with a big beard, speaking English with a heavy accent.

After exchanging pleasantries, Lin Feng was led into the dressing room. The makeup artist was a young man who looked quite energetic. He was about to apply a bunch of bottles and jars to Lin Feng's face.

"Stop." Lin Feng reached out and blocked the makeup brush. "Just do my eyebrows and hair. Skip the foundation. I'm going to the racetrack to drive, not to be an idol trainee."

The makeup artist looked to Zhou Kai for help, but Zhou Kai immediately waved his hand and said, "Listen to him, listen to him. He's in charge. Just keep the raw, rugged look."

After changing into a brand-new black sports windbreaker provided by the brand, Lin Feng walked to the backdrop in the center of the photography studio.

"Okay! Lin, look at the camera! Show that anger you felt when you were racing the other day! Make your eyes fierce!" the director shouted from behind the camera.

Lin Feng twitched the corners of his mouth, finding it somewhat amusing, but still cooperated by suppressing his expression and turning his eyes cold.

Just as he was about to adjust his posture, he suddenly felt a very light footstep approaching from behind.

Before he could turn around, a pair of soft, warm hands reached out from behind and covered his eyes completely.

My vision was instantly plunged into darkness.

At the same time, a very familiar, faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

"Guess who I am?"

A girl's voice, tinged with a hint of cunning, rang in his ear, her warm breath tickling his earlobe.

The entire studio fell silent instantly.

All the staff stopped what they were doing, and the director even took the camera away from his eyes, his face full of a doting smile.

Lin Feng was stunned for half a second.

He smelled that all-too-familiar fragrance and felt the delicate hands covering his eyelids, and his heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

But he simply didn't want to comply.

"If these hands belong to Zhou Kai, I swear I'll throw him over my shoulder right now," Lin Feng said deliberately in a menacing tone.

Zhou Kai, who was standing not far away, was caught in the crossfire. He exaggeratedly covered his chest and rolled his eyes dramatically.

The person behind him burst out laughing upon hearing this answer.

My grip loosened.

Lin Feng turned around.

Gu Ailing was standing in front of him.

Today she wore the same white tracksuit as Lin Feng, which perfectly accentuated her tall figure. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her youthful face was beaming with an undisguised smile. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him.

"You really have absolutely no romantic sense," Gu Ailing said coquettishly.

Lin Feng completely ignored the dozens of people watching around them, stepped forward, opened his arms, and hugged Gu Ailing tightly.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say you had classes at Stanford?" Lin Feng buried his head in her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her hair.

If the drivers in the paddock saw him like this, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets.

"It's to surprise you." Gu Ailing hugged Lin Feng's waist. "I told you I was going to give you a big surprise, and you just guessed! I'm so angry!"

A deafening cacophony of shouts and whistles erupted instantly in the studio.

Zhou Kai yelled from the side, "Alright, alright! Let's tone it down in public! Director, are the cameras on? If we shoot this behind-the-scenes footage and release it, the sales will definitely double!"

The two then reluctantly parted ways, with Gu Ailing's cheeks slightly flushed.

"So, this is the surprise you were talking about?" Lin Feng looked down at her, his eyes full of smiles.

"It's not just this." Gu Ailing pointed to her white trench coat and then to Lin Feng's black trench coat. "Why do you think the brand is rushing to shoot these few days? Because this is a joint endorsement between the two of us."

Lin Feng suddenly realized. No wonder Zhou Kai, that old fox, had been acting so mysteriously these past few days; it turned out he had conspired with Gu Ailing to set a trap for him.

"This is truly a big surprise. I can't even imagine how handsome this guy will look in the photos," Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Don't rush, there's a second surprise." Gu Ailing leaned closer, looking up at him with excited eyes. "I'll fly with you to Monaco tomorrow."

"Monaco?" Lin Feng was taken aback.

"Yeah, didn't you hear Leclerc recommending Monaco's living environment on the voice channel last time? I'm on vacation in Europe these few days, let's go check it out together. Anyway, there are no matches this week, so let's treat it as a vacation," Gu Ailing said matter-of-factly.

Lin Feng was completely overwhelmed by the barrage of sweet talk.

The gloom of Imola's withdrawal from the competition was completely swept away by the smile of the girl in front of him at this moment.

"Okay, let's go to Monaco." Lin Feng reached out and ruffled Gu Ailing's hair, his tone resolute. "And while we're at it, we'll freeload a meal at Leclerc's house. Since he dared to recommend us, he has to cover our food and lodging."

Leclerc, who was playing video games in his apartment in Monaco, suddenly sneezed loudly without warning.

Filming officially began.

For the next few hours, the entire studio was completely immersed in a pink bubble.

Although Lin Feng had not received professional modeling training, his confidence and unruliness, which emanated from within, combined with Gu Ailing's energetic on-camera presence, made their collaboration seamless.

Whether it's the cool poses back-to-back or the smiles exchanged while running, the natural chemistry between them, without much guidance from the director, is enough to make the cameras go crazy capturing them.

Even the French director, who had seen countless A-list stars, exclaimed repeatedly behind the monitor, "Perfect! Absolutely perfect! This is practically a real-life Mr. and Mrs. Smith of the sports world!"

Zhou Kai stood next to the director, looking at the screen on the monitor, touching his chubby chin, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Tsk tsk, this kid, not only is he a good driver, but he's also a natural-born genius at dating. Looks like I can save a lot on my public relations budget next year."

As evening fell, the filming finally came to a successful close amidst applause.

Lin Feng changed back into his casual clothes, put one hand in his pocket, and naturally took Gu Ailing's hand with the other. He walked out of the studio amidst the smiling and envious gazes of a group of staff members.

The streets of London were already lit up, and the red double-decker buses and neon signs were reflected in the asphalt roads after the rain.

"What would you like to eat? Although London is known as a food wasteland, it's not a problem to find a decent steakhouse." Lin Feng turned to look at the girl beside him.

"I don't want steak. I want hot pot. I checked, there's a really authentic Chongqing hot pot restaurant in Chinatown." Gu Ailing decided on her dinner destination without hesitation.

"Okay, whatever you say. Let's go back and pack our luggage after we finish eating hot pot."

Lin Feng gripped the soft object in his hand tightly.

Tomorrow, they will fly to that tiny Mediterranean country full of sunshine, yachts, and casinos.