Spring Night Kiss

Xu Zhouye led Jiang Yunsheng to the control panel and had her sit in the empty seat next to Song Qingjia.

"Sit here for a bit, I'm going to change my clothes and get ready for the ranked match."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Song Qingjia, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment. He nodded, then turned and left.

Jiang Yunsheng had already sat down naturally in the chair, placing his bag on his lap, his posture both upright and relaxed.

Except for those eyes, which were staring intently at her.

Song Qingjia was so stared at that she slowed down her movements by half a beat, so she simply put down her pen and stood up straight.

"Hello, Auntie," she said.

Jiang Yunsheng's gaze warmed even more, and she smiled brightly, "Hello." She tilted her head slightly, "But haven't we met before? At the Jingzhou Military Region General Hospital, you helped me in the elevator."

Song Qingjia: "...Yes, I didn't expect you to remember."

"Of course I remember. You wore a white coat that day, and it suited you very well."

Song Qingjia smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Are you the team's engineer?" she asked again.

"Yes, aerodynamics department."

"Aerodynamics..."

Jiang Yunsheng repeated the word. She didn't understand these things very well, but it sounded quite impressive. No wonder she was her daughter-in-law.

"I thought you were a capable and generous girl when we were in the elevator last time. I didn't expect you to be a tech person." She smiled and naturally changed the subject. "You left in a hurry that day, and I didn't have a chance to thank you."

It was nothing, don't worry about it.

Jiang Yunsheng liked her more and more the more he looked at her. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also very polite. She should be his daughter-in-law.

Although my son is simple-minded, he has excellent taste.

Luckily, we managed to snatch it back.

Xu Zhouye changed his clothes and walked over; there was only half an hour left before the qualifying match started.

The garage began to bustle with activity, everyone performing their duties in an orderly manner as they made the final preparations.

Jiang Yunsheng stopped talking and sat quietly to the side, watching with gentle eyes.

Racing is a team sport. Without the efforts of these people behind the scenes, her son would not have been able to win three world championships.

In the final ten minutes, the tension in the garage reached its peak.

The mechanics did a final check on the temperature of the tire insulation blankets, and the engineers stared at the readings on the screen for a final confirmation.

Mike sat at the control panel, an earpiece hanging on one ear, confirming data with the power unit department.

Xu Zhouye pulled up his racing suit and put on his hood.

Song Qingjia handed over the helmet at the opportune moment.

He smiled slightly and took it, saying, "Thank you."

baby.

He added mentally.

After putting on his helmet and gloves and getting into the car, Song Qingjia handed him the steering wheel. He reached out, took it, and inserted it into the connector with a crisp "click".

There are 30 seconds left before Q1 starts running.

The race cars slid smoothly out of the garage and lined up at the pit lane exit. Waiting for the green light at the entrance to illuminate, the qualifying session officially began.

Xu Zhouye ran steadily in the first two sessions, consistently maintaining a top lap time.

By Q3, on the final lap, only ten cars remained on the track, vying for the last spot.

Song Qingjia stared intently at the real-time data transmitted back on the screen. The pressure value of the front wing endplate was within the normal range, the ground clearance of the chassis did not fluctuate abnormally, and the tire temperature fluctuated within the ideal range.

A new Flying Wheel begins: St. De Vault Corner, Casino Corner, Grand Hotel Hairpin Corner, Tunnel...

Crossing the finish line.

With an almost perfect lap, Xu Zhouye took the lead.

Song Qingjia finally let out a breath.

There was a moment of silence in the P room, then someone whispered, "That's enough."

Xu Zhouye was still in the ring when his slightly out-of-place voice came through the radio: "What number am I?"

Song Qingjia glanced at the screen; the clock had just stopped for Q3, and no driver had set a faster time than him.

"P1, you're in pole position," she said softly.