The Fake Young Master Just Want to Win Glory for the Country

Xu Xizhou opened the carton and was surprised to find that it was a brand new F1 simulator. The forged carbon fiber steering wheel panel was expensive at first glance.

Inside was a sticky note with neat and broad handwriting.

——Xiao Zhou, even if you leave the Lu family, I still treat you as my younger brother.I know your birthday has passed, this gift may be a bit late, hope you like it.

Xu Xizhou looked at the note with complicated emotions.Unexpectedly, Lu Rong didn't care about what he did at the coming-of-age ceremony, and gave him gifts generously.

Or, Lu Rong thought that he liked men, and was sure that he was no threat to him, so he simply gave him some small favors to let him relax?

"Take things that others give you, and don't think about it."

Xu Xizhou was not in a hurry to install the simulator, but looked at the man sitting on the sofa with a lazy expression.

"When... did you come back? Was it last night?"

He wanted to know if those green eyes full of concern were his illusion.

"You've got a fever, I just got home this morning."

"How do you know I have a fever?"

A trace of discomfort flashed across Zhuang Jingchun's green eyes, "Listen to your own voice, it's so dumb. Go eat something when you wake up, there is porridge in the pot."

"Oh, did you cook it?" Xu Xizhou asked casually, not knowing if he had lost his mind.

Zhuang Jingchun seemed to be insulted by this sentence, Qingjun frowned tightly, "You live in my house, and you expect me to cook for you?"

"I was joking, I just asked casually." Xu Xizhou scratched his head in embarrassment. He probably said such a sentence in a daze because his fever had not subsided.

Expect Zhuang Jingchun to cook porridge for him?Unless it was raining red, he would be fine if he didn't poison himself.

"Pack up your things these two days and go to France with me on the weekend. By the way, your Schengen visa hasn't expired, has it?"

Xu Xizhou just finished drinking the porridge in the bowl, when he heard the man's words, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it.

"My visa hasn't expired, and there's more than half a year left, but... why did you go to France suddenly? Is it something about the team?"

"You'll know when you arrive, give me your passport."

Looking at his expressionless face, Xu Xizhou had a guess in his heart, and his heart beat violently unconsciously.

Is it the possibility he thought?

On Saturday, Xu Xizhou asked for leave from the club. With only a light backpack, he boarded the plane to France with Zhuang Jingchun.

They changed planes in Paris before flying to Lyon.It was sunset when we arrived there.

Not long after Christmas, the streets of Lyon are still filled with festive atmosphere, shop windows are decorated with Christmas trees decorated with lights and gift boxes.

Xu Xizhou sat on the plane for more than ten hours, and was so sleepy that he almost fell asleep as soon as he got into the taxi.

Half dreaming and half awake, he seemed to hear Zhuang Jingchun talking on the phone. He seemed to be speaking French, but he didn't understand a word.

Half an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of a baroque style red brick villa in the suburbs.

Xu Xizhou remembered that Zhuang Jingchun's biological father was French, so he has come to Zhuang Jingchun's hometown?

Thinking of this, he suddenly lost the slightest bit of sleepiness, and tried his best to cheer up and try to make a good impression on Zhuang Jingchun's father.

"Can you speak French?" Before getting out of the car, Zhuang Jingchun loosened the collar of his shirt and asked him.

Xu Xizhou shook his head in embarrassment.

"Just keep smiling later, and answer when someone asks you."

Xu Xizhou nodded, and walked in with him in a daze.He was sleepy and hungry, and as soon as he entered the villa, he smelled the aroma of food, and his eyes lit up.

However, the next moment, he saw a few middle-aged white men with high noses, deep eyes and typical Caucasian faces sitting in the living room, and he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva.

God, there are so many white people, and there are three brown-haired, all about the same age, who is Zhuang Jingchun's father?

He remembered Zhuang Jingchun's exhortation, he didn't dare to speak casually, but had a reserved smile on his face.The white men were also very kind, smiling and nodding to him.

When the dinner started, everyone else spoke French. Xu Xizhou couldn't understand it anyway, so he just kept his head buried in his food.When he looked up, the appetizers on other people's plates hadn't been touched, only his plate was clean and shiny with no leaves left.

Stared at by Zhuang Jingchun's deep green eyes, Xu Xizhou finally felt a belated embarrassment, and subconsciously covered his plate with his hand.

"It seems that he is very hungry. Did you not eat on the way?" Joseph asked with a smile.

"He can't get enough of the plane meal." Zhuang Jingchun looked helpless.

Xu Xizhou couldn't understand what they were talking about, but he just felt that the gray-haired uncle on the opposite side was looking at him all the time.

Could this be Zhuang Jingchun's father?But his eyes aren't green either, or is Zhuang Jingchun's eyes not inherited from his father?

As soon as various thoughts were spinning in his mind, the dinner party was over.The Mexican maid was packing up the tableware, and the group went for a walk in the courtyard. Taking advantage of no one paying attention to him, Xu Xizhou sneaked up to the second floor, found a sofa, and began to catch up on sleep.

Just half asleep, he was woken up by someone.

Zhuang Jingchun sat in front of him, staring at him with some hatred.

"Do you know who the person sitting across from you is?"

Xu Xizhou thought to himself, it's over, could it really be Zhuang Jingchun's father?If I had known earlier, he would have acted more politely!

"Chairman of Lightning."

"What?" Xu Xizhou didn't turn the corner, but soon he realized something, with eager anticipation and joy in his eyes.

"Is it F2's Lightning team? Really?! Is he going to sign me?"

Zhuang Jingchun didn't speak, but the expression on his face said everything.Xu Xizhou yelled loudly, jumped up overjoyed, and jumped on the floor a few times, but couldn't help the joy and excitement overflowing in his chest, and opened his arms to hug Zhuang Jingchun.

Zhuang Jingchun pushed him away with a finger in disgust.

"Thank you so much! You are super handsome today!" Xu Xizhou was so excited that he even blew a rainbow fart on the man.

"Don't get too excited, Lightning will conduct a winter test at Silverstone next month to adjust the performance of the new car. If you don't perform well during the test, I can't guarantee whether your seat will be retained."

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you!"

"It's none of my business that you lose face."

Zhuang Jingchun turned around impatiently and walked towards the bedroom, but after entering the door, where Xu Xizhou couldn't see, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up.

Early the next morning, Lightning's official website updated the news of the new signed driver on Twitter, and the F2 race organization and the FIA ​​also forwarded it, and the news soon spread back to China.

There are not many people who know Xu Xizhou on the Internet, and F2 does not have as much attention as F1. However, it is different in China. The matter of returning to F2 was directly searched on Weibo.

Although there are not many people who understand racing, the FIA ​​official news is almost full of scolding.

"A seat bought with money? Don't lose face when you don't know how to drive."

"How much did Lightning charge? After all, it is considered an upper-middle team in F2. Why do you spoil yourself so much?"

"Is there no clue how bad someone drove last season? Don't embarrass the country!"

Wang Miao immediately made a cross-border call to him.

"Damn it, that guy surnamed Zhuang is quite capable, he got it done so quickly!"

"Don't look at hot searches on the Internet, those people scold you so badly, ignore them, a bunch of keyboard warriors!"

"Actually, they were right."

Xu Xizhou didn't mind at all. Racing is a world where speed is king. Money can play a role for a short time, but the final result still depends on the driver's own ability and talent.

"The harder they scold now, the more exciting the reversal will be, isn't it?"

"Your mentality, I really admire you."

After chatting with Wang Miao, Xu Xizhou received several calls congratulating him on his return to the track.

After he was kicked out of the Lu family in his previous life, he has been participating in some inconspicuous small rallies and commercial events in China, and even deliberately let No.2 surpass him several times for money.He never thought that he could return to F2 one day.

He pushed open the window and took a deep breath in the bright southern French sun.

It was the afternoon of the second day that I officially signed a contract with Lightning, and everything went well. Joseph even took him and Zhuang Jingchun around Lightning's workshop.

When walking out of the office building, Xu Xizhou suddenly remembered something.

"Is your father not in France? I don't seem to have seen him."

"He's at the headquarters in Paris and should be back in two days."

Xu Xizhou remembered that the Zhuang family also had a factory in Lyon.In his previous life, apart from driving, he didn't care about the craftsmanship of racing cars. However, in this life, he suddenly felt that he could not be confined to the track. In order to better control the performance of the car, he had to learn more things.

"Can I visit Zhuang's factory?"

Those obsidian-like shining eyes looked straight at him, full of expectation.

Zhuang Jingchun found it difficult to refuse such a pair of eyes.

"I'm just going to inspect it, okay?"

The Zhuang's factory occupies a larger area than Xu Xizhou imagined. The office building is all glass and is built beside a beautiful lake.The white factory buildings are built around the hillside, and the whole building has a sense of post-modern fluency.

Taking advantage of Zhuang Jingchun's meeting time, Xu Xizhou took his badge and went to the workshop alone.

He visited several laboratories.Because he speaks fluent English and some German, after knowing that he is a racing driver, several engineers had a good chat with him.

"What is the innermost room for?"

"That is a wind tunnel laboratory under construction, which can later be used to test the performance of aircraft or racing cars."

Xu Xizhou immediately revealed a look of admiration, probably the boy is interested in these things in his bones.He leaned on the glass door, looked at the huge spiral structure inside, and marveled at the gorgeous texture of the metal machinery.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

A gentle voice suddenly sounded next to him, speaking in fluent English.

Xu Xizhou turned his head, only to find that it was a tall and thin white man with silver hair and elegant appearance.

Xu Xizhou glanced at the badge he was carrying, and said with a smile, "Yes, are you an engineer here too?"

"It used to be, it's not anymore."

When Xu Xizhou asked, he was surprised to find that he was over 60.

"You can retire and have grandchildren in China at your age, why are you still working?"

"Who says it's not? I want to hug my grandson, but unfortunately my son is not living up to it, and he is still single now." The old man sighed softly.

"You must have been handsome when you were young, and your son must have been handsome too. How could you be single?"

Could it be that something doesn't work?

The old man smiled slightly and was about to say something when a surprised voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"dad?"