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

As soon as Xu Xizhou walked into the gate of the villa, he smelled a seductive fragrance.

He thought it was the nanny cooking, and when he entered the kitchen, he was surprised to find that it was Zhuang Jingchun inside.

The man was wearing gray casual clothes, tall and leggy, with an apron, and was decorating cookies on a baking tray.The rich aroma of desserts exudes from the oven that is working next to it.Xu Xizhou could not help swallowing when he smelled the rich sweetness of chocolate.

Zhuang Jingchun turned her head and was slightly surprised to see him.

"I thought you would stay at Lu's house for two more days, why did you come back so soon?"

"Eh... mainly because my grandpa is here..."

Xu Xizhou briefly told Zhuang Jingchun what happened today.

Zhuang Jingchun put down the piping bag, raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I probably know who your bad temper is inherited from. But your grandfather's approach is indeed very satisfying."

Xu Xizhou laughed unkindly twice.

"That's right, you haven't seen my adoptive father's face. It's more exciting than the face-changing in Sichuan opera. I feel bad for him."

Xu Xizhou leaned over, looked at the petal-shaped cookies on the baking tray, and was a little eager to try, "I didn't even know you could bake cookies. I want to try it too, can you teach me?"

"Do you want to learn how to frame flowers?"

Xu Xizhou looked at him expectantly with a pair of black eyes, and nodded.

Zhuang Jingchun took off her gloves, picked up a new piping bag, and put the remaining chocolate dough in it.

"Look at what I do, just follow and learn."

He demonstrated the general steps, and quickly squeezed out a perfectly shaped cookie on the baking tray.

Xu Xizhou couldn't blink his eyes, he was full of confidence, "It's not difficult, it's just a twist of the hand, I promise to squeeze better than you."

Zhuang Jingchun laughed and gave him the piping bag.

Xu Xizhou took a deep breath, gripped the top of the piping bag tightly, slowly moved the tip to the baking tray, and squeezed it hard.

A crooked clump of brown dough stuck to the baking sheet.

"Uh, my hands were shaking just now, it was too crowded, let's do it again."

Xu Xizhou pretended not to see the failed product. This time, he squeezed the cookie bit by bit carefully this time. After shaking his arm around, he looked at the cookie on the plate. He suddenly found that the shape seemed a bit like ...

"Like a pile of shit." Zhuang Jingchun satirized him mercilessly.

Xu Xizhou's cheeks were a little hot, and he said awkwardly, "Can't you say something nice? Anyway, it's my first time learning."

"Then I'll correct you, like a piece of chocolate-flavored shit."

This guy has such a pretty face, why is his mouth so poisonous?

Xu Xizhou threw the piping bag into the plate indignantly, "I'm handicapped, so I don't want to learn anymore, you can play slowly by yourself."

Zhuang Jingchun sighed helplessly.

"come over."

He stood behind Xu Xizhou, with his hands covering the back of his hands, and the two held the piping bag together.

"Not too hard, not too light. Just a quick twist like this."

A perfectly petal-shaped chocolate chip cookie emerged on the baking sheet.

Xu Xizhou didn't pay attention to the shape of the cookie, his back was a little stiff, and Zhuang Jingchun was too close to him.

His breath was warm, brushing the side of his neck.And the faint smell of cologne on his body, mixed with the scent of baking, blended into a strange, irresistible scent.

"Are you listening?" There was a sudden knock on the head.

Xu Xizhou came back to his senses in an instant, and pressed his head with an aggrieved expression.

"It's okay to be distracted for two seconds?"

"My time is precious, not even a second."

Xu Xizhou had no choice but to force himself to concentrate. Under Zhuang Jingchun's guidance, he really squeezed out a few decent biscuits, happily put them in the oven, and finally baked them, and found that the taste was surprisingly good.

Since there was still a race at Silverstone on the weekend, Xu Xizhou didn't stay in Wancheng much, and got on the plane back to England with Zhuang Jingchun early the next morning.

As soon as he boarded the plane, he fell asleep wrapped in a blanket.When he arrived in England, he was still sleepy, his eyelids were drooping, and he couldn't quite lift his spirits.

Zhuang Jingchun knew that he must have been very tired a few days ago.A lot of troubles in the Lu family, coupled with the pressure of the game, too many things fell on his shoulders.

After getting into the taxi, Zhuang Jingchun watched Xu Xizhou's head tilted to one side, almost knocking on the car window. He stretched out his arm and took his head into his arms in time.

Xu Xizhou yawned and looked up at him.

His eyes were foggy, as if he was not fully awake.Zhuang Jingchun was a little apprehensive, and when she was thinking about how to explain this intimacy, Xu Xizhou took the initiative to rub her head in his arms and leaned tightly against his chest.

"Boyfriend, let me borrow your shoulder, thank you."

After speaking, the boy closed his eyes again.

Zhuang Jingchun looked at the receding buildings and streetscapes outside the car window, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

three days later.

Before qualifying at Silverstone.

It is customary to interview before the race. However, due to the long history of Silverstone, the number of spectators who came to watch the race reached a new high. The organizer temporarily added a link for drivers and fans to interact.

Most of the spectators who came to watch the race were European spectators, and there were few Chinese faces. Therefore, compared with the European drivers surrounded by a group of fans enthusiastically, Xu Xizhou's position was somewhat deserted.

Blake is autographing fan hats.He is handsome and handsome, and he is British, so he has an advantage in the home game. Many British spectators are here for him.

As soon as he put away the marker pen, he saw Xu Xizhou who was not cared about in a blink of an eye.

Xu Xizhou's heart skipped a beat when he saw Black looking over, probably this guy was going to laugh at him again.

Unexpectedly, Black didn't seize this opportunity to taunt him, but strode over to wrap his arms around his shoulders and lead him to the audience area.

"Let me introduce to you. This is my former teammate, Xu. He may be a little shy and embarrassed to interact with you. If you want to sign, hurry up. I can guarantee that at the end of this season, his autograph will double his worth. In the future, what do you think? I can't even get him to sign!"

A few car fans often watch the races, and they recognized Xu Xizhou with excitement in their eyes.

"Xu, you were so good in the previous race in Morocco. I couldn't breathe because I was afraid that you would rush off the track!"

Seeing the baseball caps and notebooks handed over by the car fans, Xu Xizhou was flattered.He thanked them all and signed them.However, when signing the last notebook, his face suddenly froze.

That side is not empty, but a line of English is written.

— Disgusting yellow people, get out of England.

Xu Xizhou tightly clenched the marker in his hand, and looked up at the white man standing in front of him.It was a tall, strong young white man with a flushed face. When Xu Xizhou looked over, he smiled provocatively, and even gave him a malicious middle finger.

Blake on the side obviously didn't expect this kind of scene to happen. He cursed and raised his middle finger at the white man.The team manager of the Trey team behind him realized that something was wrong, and rushed over to grab his arm.

"Blake, are you crazy? Want to be in the headlines again?"

"Sorry, it's my problem." Xu Xizhou took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and handed the notebook in his hand to the team manager.

When the team manager saw the above content, his face changed drastically.

"My God, why is this happening? I'll call the security over right away!"

Racial discrimination is a big taboo in Europe, especially in this kind of international track, the organizers have always attached great importance to fairness.However, the audience is huge, and there are always some extremist white people.

Xu Xizhou went back to the lounge ahead of time. He sat in the chair only to realize that his hands were shaking slightly.

Being ridiculed, ridiculed, slandered, he has experienced it all in the past year.He thought his heart was strong enough, but he forgot that even if he stood on the podium through all the obstacles, in this competitive sport dominated by Europeans for a long time, he was naturally discriminated against and disgusted by those extreme whites, Just because, he is an Asian.

"I heard what happened just now."

After Zhuang Jingchun had a meeting with the engineer, she rushed over immediately after hearing about the accident in the stands.

He walked to Xu Xizhou's side and put a hand on his shoulder lightly.

"You still have qualifying matches later, there is no need to let this social scum affect your mood."

Xu Xizhou smiled wryly, "I know, I'm just upset. If I didn't have a match next time, maybe I would be more impulsive than Black."

"You know, what's the best way to make this scum jump in anger?" Zhuang Jingchun said suddenly.

Xu Xizhou seemed to feel something, and looked up at the man's green eyes.

He didn't know what to think of, and his dim eyes gradually glowed with light.

"Of course it is, another victory, smashing that scum's face with his results!"

Half an hour later, qualifying began.

The weather at Silverstone Circuit today is a bit gloomy. It has just rained and the track is slightly slippery.Almost all vehicles have been replaced with semi-wet tires.

Xu Xizhou's starting position today was far behind, and his advantage was not obvious at the start.However, after entering the corner, due to smooth steering and precise braking, his lap time gradually increased, and soon surpassed his teammate Howard, and got No.3.

As for Blake, his Trey team uses the more adventurous full wet tires.Due to tire restrictions, Blake's performance was mediocre, and he almost ran off the track at a sharp turn, only ranked No.5.

The pole position is still Edward of unique team. He is the favorite candidate to win the championship this year. He also performed well last season. It is said that the F1 Red Bull Racing Team has already contacted him, and he is likely to get a seat next season.

As soon as the qualifying round ended, the top three were surrounded by reporters.Xu Xizhou took off his helmet, bypassed several reporters who wanted to interview him, and went straight back to the lounge.

He doesn't have much experience in rain battles, so he can't get excited about getting No.3.

According to the weather forecast, there is an 80.00% chance of rain in tomorrow's race.The track after it rains will become very slippery. Turning and turning on such a slippery track requires extremely keen observation and control skills. If you don’t pay attention, the car may overturn, and even if the weather is worse, it will Lead to the tragedy of car crash.

"It will rain tomorrow for sure, but the rain should not be heavy and will not affect the game." During the analysis meeting, the team manager seemed a little worried.

"We need to develop at least two pit stop strategies to deal with wet and dry conditions in different parts of the track."

Zhuang Jingchun also attended the analysis meeting today. He was wearing earphones and was recording something with a pen while turning his head to observe Xu Xizhou's expression.

Xu Xizhou was watching the data analysis of the qualifying match without blinking his eyes.

"You are currently ranked third in total points, second only to Black, even if you don't get points in tomorrow's game, there is no need to feel pressure."

After the meeting, Zhuang Jingchun asked Xu Xizhou to stay and talk to him alone.

"However, they will come to watch the game tomorrow."

Xu Xizhou lowered his head, holding some paint peeling parts on the table.

"If only I could get pole position today, the chances of winning tomorrow will be better."

Zhuang Jingchun looked at his drooping face, feeling a little distressed.

"You have done a great job, don't be so demanding on yourself, I believe that no matter what the result is tomorrow, your loved ones will be happy for you."

Xu Xizhou looked at him and nodded.

That night, after returning to the hotel, Xu Xizhou suffered from insomnia.

He tossed and turned on the bed, thinking about what happened today and tomorrow's game, tossing and turning until after twelve o'clock, still not sleepy.

He sighed, sat up in bed, and turned on the night light.

Picking up the phone, he hesitated for a while, and couldn't help but send a text message to Zhuang Jingchun.

——A little insomnia, what should I do?

He guessed that Zhuang Jingchun had already fallen asleep at this moment, and he didn't expect him to reply. He didn't expect that there would be a reply in a few minutes.

— Meditation, or listening to some light music will help.

— Tried it, but it didn't work.

Xu Xizhou unplugged the earphones, threw the phone aside, and sighed deeply.

Hearing this music made him inexplicably sad, and he became more and more sober.What a shame.

He lay on the bed bored, staring at the night outside the window with his eyes open.Suddenly, the doorbell rang outside.

The phone on the bedside table rang at this time.

"Open the door, I'm outside."

On the other side, Zhuang Jingchun spoke concisely.

As if a Coke bottle had been knocked over, in an instant, many happy bubbles burst out of Xu Xizhou's chest.He quickly got out of bed and opened the door excitedly.

"What are you holding?" He stared curiously at the book in the man's hand.

"The French version of The Little Prince. I bought it at the airport."

Zhuang Jingchun walked to the bed and patted the pillow.

"Hurry up and go to sleep."

"Would you like to read to me?"

Xu Xizhou lay down obediently, looking at him expectantly.

"But I may not understand the French version, why don't you translate it..."

"It's better if you don't understand, you will sleep faster."

Zhuang Jingchun sat down beside the bed and opened the book in her hand.Under the warm yellow night light, his side face was gentle and serene, his deep features were shrouded in a light halo, and his whole figure was as handsome as an ancient Greek sculpture.

Xu Xizhou stared intently at his side face, and the deep and pleasant French sounded in his ears, like clear spring water flowing through his heart.

The man's tone became lighter and lighter, and his thoughts flew to the distant planet full of roses. His eyelids gradually became heavier and heavier, and he unconsciously yawned sleepily.

After Zhuang Jingchun finished reading the two chapters, she lowered her eyes and found that the boy on the bed had fallen asleep.

His gaze softened as he gazed at his sleeping face.

After closing the book, he bent down and approached Xu Xizhou, brushed away the broken hair on his forehead, and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.

"Good night, Monpetit prince."

"Tomorrow's game went well."

The author has something to say:

I believe that smart people must know what this French phrase means.