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

Xu Xizhou didn't expect that he would run into Lu Rong every meal, and what surprised him even more was that the person following Lu Rong was actually Zhang Yan.

Sensing his gaze, Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows at him provocatively, and his gaze softened when he turned to Lu Rong.

Could it be... the person who loved Lu Rong to death in this life became Zhang Yan?

"Mr. Zhuang." Lu Rong greeted Zhuang Jingchun with a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Meeting here is also fate, why don't we share a table and eat together?"

Xu Xizhou's expression froze, and when he was thinking about how to refuse, Zhuang Jingchun smiled slightly and looked at Lu Rong, "Okay."

They changed to a secluded box.

Zhuang Jingchun was sitting on Xu Xizhou's left hand, and Lu Rong was sitting on his right. Opposite him was Zhang Yan who stared at him from time to time.

The tea was brought up, before the waiter could do anything, Lu Rong got up and picked up the teapot, and quickly filled Xu Xizhou's cup.

"Xiao Zhou, are you going to compete abroad soon?"

Xu Xizhou couldn't figure out what Lu Rong meant, so he took a sip of tea absently and hummed perfunctorily.

"Even if you go to a seat bought with money, it will be a disgrace to the people of the country."

Seeing Lu Rong's attentive look towards Xu Xizhou, Zhang Yan couldn't help but groan.

"I heard you are a rally driver?" Zhuang Jingchun played with the cup in her hand, and suddenly raised her head to look at Zhang Yan opposite, with a hint of sarcasm in her green eyes.

"May I ask, have you won a championship in all these years?"

Zhang Yan choked. He drove the rally just for fun. Every time he used the best car and hired the best engineer team, but he never got on the podium once.Zhuang Jingchun's asking this question is no different from poking his scar.

"Rally racing is not the same as F2. You are not a racing driver. What do you know?" He retorted stiffly.

"Since you have only driven rally races, what qualifications do you have to evaluate an F2 driver?"

"you--"

Zhang Yan was silenced by his words.

Seeing Zhang Yan's deflated look, Xu Xizhou was so happy, he poked Zhuang Jingchun's leg under the table, and whispered, "Thank you."

Soon, the porridge and snacks they ordered were served.Just as Xu Xizhou was about to move his chopsticks, Zhuang Jingchun picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in his bowl.

Xu Xizhou was flattered, Zhuang Jingchun had never served him food.After thinking about it, he also picked up a shrimp dumpling and put it in Zhuang Jingchun's bowl.

Looking at the cage with only one shrimp dumpling left, Zhang Yan scolded his mother.

Lu Rong looked at this scene with a gloomy expression.If he was not mistaken just now, after Zhuang Jingchun finished picking up the shrimp dumplings, she seemed to glance at him unintentionally, and that look was definitely provocative.

"Xiaozhou, do you want some porridge? Let me serve you a bowl." Lu Rong stood up.

Xu Xizhou waved his hands repeatedly, wanting to reject Lu Rong's kindness, but the latter took his bowl involuntarily, and quickly filled him with a bowl of porridge.

Zhuang Jingchun twitched the corner of her mouth, then suddenly handed her bowl to Xu Xizhou, and glanced at the crispy radish on the other side.

Xu Xizhou understood, and quickly picked up two radish crisps for him.

Zhuang Jingchun raised her hand again, pointing to the middle position.

"Young master, you have a really hard temper." Xu Xizhou complained, but he scooped up a bowl of fish porridge for him and handed it to him.

Looking at this scene, Lu Rong's face turned dark.

"Xiao Zhuang always eats carefully, don't get caught by the fishbone."

"The steamed buns in this store are not bad, but the dipping sauce has a sour taste. Mr. Lu, can you tell me where the sour taste comes from?"

The two fought fiercely for several rounds.Xu Xizhou was busy eating with his head down, and didn't listen at all.

"Xiaozhou, let me know when you will compete, and I will go see you then."

After leaving the restaurant, Lu Rong finally found a chance to talk to Xu Xizhou alone.

"No, it's very troublesome to go abroad. Aren't you in college? How can you have so much free time?"

"I'm a freshman now, and I don't have a lot of classes. There will always be time to squeeze, and I'm also very interested in racing."

Lu Rong looked at him eagerly, "You tell me when the time comes, I will apply for a visa in advance and buy a plane ticket to see you."

Lu Rong's tone was sincere, as if he cared a lot about him, Xu Xizhou didn't know how to answer for a while.He can't refuse an audience who likes racing.

"gone."

When he was struggling, Zhuang Jingchun came out of the bathroom and grabbed his shoulder very naturally.

After leaving the restaurant, Xu Xizhou breathed a sigh of relief.He turned his head and looked, Zhuang Jingchun's hand was still on his shoulder. On this winter night, the temperature of that hand seemed extraordinarily warm, and Xu Xizhou felt a little greedy for a while.

He hesitated for a while, and didn't make a sound to remind him, but quietly leaned in Zhuang Jingchun's direction.

A week later, Xu Xizhou flew to England.He first went to the school to go through the registration procedures, and after receiving the teaching materials, he went directly to London, preparing to participate in the winter test of the lightning team.

One month before the start of the season every year, each team will test the new cars developed one after another.Silverstone is the most frequently chosen venue for the British Grand Prix. It is famous for its ultra-long straights and high-speed corners. It is an excellent track for testing the performance of racing cars.

Two days before the winter test, Xu Xizhou checked into a local hotel and started to get in touch with his team.His teammate is no stranger to him. The two of them have participated in the game together. Their name is Howard. He is a tall, thin, blond German.He is three years older than Xu Xizhou, and has a much calmer personality. He was also on the podium last season and performed well.

On the day of the test, Xu Xizhou drove to the track ahead of schedule.The team manager saw his nervousness and said something to comfort him.Yuan Mu also made a special trip to call him overseas to remind him to remember to adjust his mentality.

But Xu Xizhou knew in his heart that he was nervous because he hadn't touched the steering wheel of an F2 car for several years. For some less popular events, the gap in the past few years cannot be made up by just making up.

After the technical meeting with the engineer, Xu Xizhou went into the lounge alone.He did some stretching exercises, glanced at the mobile phone on the table out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt an urge to call Zhuang Jingchun.

The two of them seemed to have a feeling. Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table rang, and he was overjoyed, and hurried over. It turned out to be Zhuang Jingchun's call.

"It's just a pre-match test, just do your best and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"I'm off tomorrow and I'll go to the team to see."

Xu Xizhou didn't speak, but just listened to the man's voice quietly. At this moment, he suddenly felt very satisfied, at least he wasn't alone here, someone was paying attention to him and supporting him.

"Why, are you so nervous that you can't speak?"

"No, I was just thinking... Lu Rong paid the bill last time, and I seem to owe you a meal."

"As long as you know."

Xu Xizhou smiled, and after talking with Zhuang Jingchun, the heavy weight in his heart seemed to have eased a lot.

Coming out of the lounge, the pre-match interviews also started.Xu Xizhou didn't want to be in the camera, and always avoided the reporter's camera.After finally finding a secluded place, as soon as I sat down, a sarcastic voice suddenly came from behind, speaking fluent English.

"Coward, you dare to go back to F2?"