Curve Romance [ABO]

Hearing this, Xiang Ye couldn't express what it felt like, so he silently covered Wen Qingyun with a quilt.

Looking at Wen Qingyun's eyes like autumn water, he felt a lot of reluctance in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

"After resting, go to the living room and drink the porridge from the microwave. I'll go to training. If I find out that you secretly went to see Xiao Linghe, I will really spank your ass, Wen Qingyun." Xiang Ye threatened gently.

If an outsider heard this, it would actually be no different from flirting. Wen Qingyun shrank her neck in fright, blinked her eyes, and looked aggrieved.

Seeing that Wen Qingyun was intimidated, Xiang Ye got up and left satisfied, but Wen Qingyun secretly talked back after he walked out of the room.

"Where to go is my personal freedom..."

Wen Qingyun's voice was very small, but Xiang Ye still heard him. He stood at the door with a sullen face, staring at Wen Qingyun with his long and narrow eyes.

"Be brave, try it if you have the ability." Xiang Ye finished his harsh words, looked at Wen Qingyun who rolled over and lay down obediently, and then left.

Wen Qingyun was tired, so she slept for a while. After getting up, she had a simple meal and went to the arena again.

So for two days, until 11 o'clock on Sunday night.

F1 Bahrain Grand Prix.

The sky above the Bahrain stadium is a curtain splashed with thick ink. There are no stars, only the bright lights of the venue.

10 teams, 20 drivers.All ready to go.

The field qualifying race No.1, the starting position will be ranked first.

There is still a while before the race, and the team technician is also at the starting point of the track and has not left yet.

Xiang Ye came over with his helmet in his hand, and stood next to Wen Qingyun to put on the helmet.

Obviously Xiang Ye should be nervous, but Wen Qingyun's head was covered with cold sweat. Seeing this, Xiang Ye rubbed Wen Qingyun's soft hair.

"The seconds you lost when you changed the tire, I will recover them on the track, don't think about it." Xiang Ye said and entered the Ferrari cockpit.

After hearing this, Wen Qingyun felt a little relieved, but he was still apprehensive. He had only worked in the P room for a few days, so how could he not be nervous at all.

And just as someone was going to help Xiang Ye fasten his seat belt, Xiang Ye waved to Wen Qingyun.

Wen Qingyun understood, walked over, bent over to Xiang Ye, and fastened his seat belt for him.

It seemed that there was another scene of Xiangye racing car exploding in front of him. Wen Qingyun was in a daze for a moment, restrained the shaking of his hands, and tried to fasten his seat belt.

Wen Qingyun looked at Xiang Ye through the helmet, hesitant to speak, but he couldn't care less after all, he whispered: "Don't be brave, pay attention to the curve."

Xiang Ye was slightly moved, but he had no time to do anything, the Bahrain Grand Prix was about to start.

Except for the 20 F1 cars on the track, everyone retreated to the paddock. Wen Qingyun sat in front of the live broadcast screen in the p room, waiting for the start of the race.

Five red lights turn on one by one and go off at the same time.

"The Bahrain Grand Prix has begun!"

With the roar of the racing car, the red shadow broke through the edge of the night, the metal rubbed against the track at high temperature, and golden sparks flew up from the rear of the car.

As expected, Xiang Ye took the lead.

After a few laps, Xiao Linghe's red Ferrari also followed closely behind.

"Oh! Xiao Linghe from Ferrari is also rushing up! He is eating Xiangye's wake. Is this an internal fight in the Ferrari team?" the narrator excitedly said.

Eating the tail stream means following closely behind the buttocks of the car in front, reducing the resistance of the rear car, increasing the tail speed, and overtaking better.

"It seems that Xiao Linghe's ambition is also relatively large, not just to get points."

……

Wen Qingyun sat in front of the screen, staring at Xiang Ye's car on the screen, bent forward, and her palms were already covered with sweat.

He never knew that the Ferrari team was now fighting for position.

And Xiao Linghe's speed was getting faster and faster, the car body dodged to the side, trying to force a straight line.

Xiang Ye cursed into the radio: "Tell Xiao Linghe not to go crazy!"

At the same time, Xiao Linghe's car rushed up and drove alongside Xiang Ye.

"It's so exciting, wheel to wheel! Xiao Linghe and Xiang Ye are advancing at the same time now, and I don't know who will lead in the end."

"I'm afraid that the snipe and the clam will fight and the fisherman will benefit."

As soon as the commentary finished, Xiao Linghe's wheel hit Xiang Ye's wheel.

The average speed of F1 is 224km/h, and the maximum speed can reach more than 300. The high-speed rotating wheels rub off a thick white smoke after the collision.

Xiao Linghe's car became unbalanced and slid sideways to the gravel area outside the track. The front wing of the car was smashed into pieces, and the tires blew out. There was no chance of returning to the track.

"Jiang is still old and hot, Xiao Linghe is too young, he didn't consider the benefits of the team at all, and the car behind is already catching up with Xiang Ye's speed." The commentator was speechless.

And at this time, as the commentator said, taking advantage of the infighting in the Ferrari team, the car behind caught up, and it was Chen Yiping's Renault.

Xiang Ye's car also wobbled for a while, and was overtaken by Chen Yiping in a corner with ease, leaving him in second place.

Wen Qingyun, who saw this scene in front of the live broadcast screen in the P room, stood up abruptly.

"Xiang Ye is coming into the station, ready to change tires." Li Ge said to the people in P room through the radio.

Wen Qingyun immediately put on his gloves and went to the door of Room P. He squatted on the ground, listening to the roar of Ferrari from far to near.

Vibrating his heart, awakening his spirit that had been dead for many years, every cell in him was beating fast with the roar.

The tire change process was very fast, Wen Qingyun did not hold back, and completed the tire change within 2 seconds. Before Wen Qingyun raised his head to take a closer look at Xiang Ye, the beautiful red shadow had disappeared in front of him.

Because of Xiao Linghe, Xiang Ye was 3.6 seconds behind Chen Yiping, and Chen Yiping tried to guard against the inside line a few times.

"There seems to be something wrong with the Xiang Ye car, and the speed has not been increased."

One sentence from the commentary made Wen Qingyun, who was sitting in the room P, turn pale with fright.

His hands and feet were cold, and the raging fire three years ago was burning in his mind again, and he prayed in his heart that nothing would happen to Xiang Ye.

There was indeed a problem with Xiang Ye's car. The impact just now had an impact on the internal parts of his car. The racing engineer did not report the problem in time before he entered the pit.

It was the last lap, and he could only watch as Chen Yiping's car crossed the line in front of him.

Cheers and jumping sounds resounded through the Bahrain stadium in the early hours of the morning, but it was not for Xiangye.

Xiang Ye got off the track, with a dark face, angrily carrying his helmet and walking to the team's P room, ready to settle accounts with Xiao Linghe.

Xiang Ye came in, strode towards Xiao Linghe, grabbed his collar and released alpha pheromone.

"The team didn't get more points, and you didn't get the ranking, Xiao Linghe, are you happy now?" Xiang Ye yelled sarcastically.

"Why, are you afraid that I will overtake you?" Xiao Linghe chuckled lightly, and said indifferently, "Didn't you also hinder me outside the track? Why, can't you afford it?"

Xiao Linghe said while looking in Wen Qingyun's direction.

Xiao Linghe actually didn't mean that, but the provocation has already reached this point, wouldn't it be more interesting for him to add more fire.

Xiang Ye didn't intend to do anything at first, but when he followed Xiao Linghe's line of sight and saw Wen Qingyun, his anger rose.

It's fine to covet his position, but now he dares to covet his people.

Xiang Ye let go of Xiao Linghe's collar and raised his fist. Just as he was about to fall down, he suddenly felt that his other hand hanging beside him was being held.

Xiang Ye was stunned for a moment, and looked sideways, Wen Qingyun was frowning, looking at him in horror.

He used to be impulsive on the field occasionally, and Wen Qingyun would hold his hand beside him, and all his anger seemed to dissipate.

This was the first time the two of them held hands after their reunion. The hand held by Wen Qingyun was hot, and Xiang Ye squeezed it lightly. Wen Qingyun's palm was soft and completely hidden in his big hand.

"Let go." But Xiang Ye was still angry, he looked at Wen Qingyun with a cold face, and his tone was a bit fierce.