Curve Romance [ABO]

Wen Qingyun put her hand under the table like an electric shock, and looked at Xiang Ye warily.

"Eat so little, no wonder you can't change tires faster, you are too thin." Xiang Ye said calmly with no expression on his face.

It sounded like he disliked Wen Qingyun's slow tire change, but Xiang Ye just wanted to find an excuse for him to eat more.

Xiang Ye raised his hand to greet the waiter, and ordered a few dishes for Wen Qingyun in the name of not dragging down the team.

Wen Qingyun was already injured, and Xiang Ye's face was cold and oppressive throughout the whole process, so he didn't enjoy the meal happily.

Before leaving, Xiang Ye said indifferently: "Take care of your body, don't wait until the race is still sick, dragging the team back."

Wen Qingyun was stunned for a moment, then nodded mechanically, remembering what Xiang Ye said before...

'The seconds you lose by changing tires, I'll make them up on the track. '

Wen Qingyun was still moved by this sentence at the time, but now it seems that Xiang Ye was just coaxing him casually.

No one is willing to tolerate a waste that drags one's legs back and affects the game again and again.

Qualifying day.

In order not to affect the speed of changing tires during the race, Wen Qingyun took painkillers and wrapped her injured calf tightly with gauze, making it almost airtight.

The summer in Vietnam is very hot. If you stand in the sun for more than ten minutes, you will be sweating profusely. The place wrapped in gauze is soaked in sweat, and the skin stings constantly.

Wen Qingyun just stood calmly at the door of the P room, except for the slightly pale lips, she couldn't see anything else.

Qualifying, which determines the grid position during the race, is also crucial.

Watching the familiar red car pass by, Wen Qingyun briefly abandoned the pain he was burdening on his body. He squatted down, let the wound fold and squeeze, and changed the tire neatly.

"Ferrari's tire changing speed is qualified this time, it should be less than 2 seconds." The commentator said.

Seeing the red beast fleeing away, Wen Qingyun hooked the corners of his mouth, and let go of the stone in his heart.

As soon as he turned around with the tire in hand, he felt the raging pain in his ankle, as if it was revenge for him not caring about his body.

"Give me the tire." He Han walked over and took the tire from Wen Qingyun's hand.

Wen Qingyun was stunned for two seconds. He Han didn't seem to target him that much these days. Wen Qingyun was puzzled, but she still said thank you.

Sitting back in the P room again, Wen Qingyun looked at the screen in front of him, which was broadcasting the duel in the arena.

Xiang Ye ranked third, Ferrari was at a disadvantage on the straight, and No.2 led by a certain distance.

"Xiang Ye's engineer didn't seem to come today, Xiang Ye can only run by himself." Someone said something.

Wen Qingyun's back stiffened, and she turned around and asked, "Is there no one on the radio with Xiang Ye in this game?"

"Seems to be."

Wen Qingyun fidgeted and looked at the screen for a while, Xiang Ye wanted to overtake several times, but the speed was always only a little bit behind, Wen Qingyun followed suit anxiously.

No one radios with the field, the drivers don't know anything about the track data, it's literally giving up the position.

Wen Qingyun watched Xiang Ye gradually fall behind on the screen, and suddenly got up and ran to the engineer's console outside the P room.

In front of the console, Brother Li was watching the data changes on the computer screen with a gloomy expression. When he saw Wen Qingyun trotting over, he was a little surprised.

"Little Wen? Is something wrong?" Brother Li asked.

Wen Qingyun glanced at the vacant engineer position on the console, bit her lip, and said, "Brother Li, isn't Xiangye's track engineer here today?"

"Yes, there is an urgent matter at home. I rushed back yesterday. I should be back before the main game."

"If..." Wen Qingyun looked at that position, and his reason suddenly returned for a moment.

But he just glanced at the track, hesitated for a while, and then made up his mind.

"If you don't mind, I can temporarily take charge of Xiang Ye's Tr (radio) for this game." Wen Qingyun said seriously.

The radio can communicate with the driver and the engineer for strategic changes through the headset.

Li Ge looked at Wen Qingyun in shock, and hurriedly handed him the headset on the console that belonged to Wen Qingyun three years ago.

Wen Qingyun endured the increasingly stinging injuries on his body, and took over the headset.

The moment he put on the headset, he could no longer hear the noise around the arena. He sat in front of the console, focusing on every data fluctuation on the computer.

Everything seems to return to the four years when I fought side by side with Xiang Ye.

Sweat was hidden on the lapel of his chest, and Wen Qingyun opened his mouth. At such an important and tense moment, he didn't care whether Xiang Ye could accept that he was nosy.

"Xiang Ye, can you hear my voice?"

Wen Qingyun's voice was transmitted to Xiang Ye's cochlea through Tr, Xiang Ye's hand holding the steering wheel trembled, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Wen Qingyun?" Xiang Ye drove through the curve and asked tentatively.

"En." Wen Qingyun responded, and after a moment of silence, he continued: "Now I will accompany you to complete this game."

Xiang Ye was sitting in the cockpit of the Ferrari, Wen Qingyun's firm and gentle voice seemed to pass through layers of fog, turning up the stormy waves in his heart.

"At present, the gap between you and No.2 Renault is 2.4s. The lap speed in the last lap was 23. Renault's tires in front are almost exhausted. After he pitted, Xiang Ye also pitted. Now you can accelerate with all your strength."

"Do you want to make a second stop and change tires twice?" Brother Li on the side asked first.

The strategy for changing tires is generally determined before the race. In this race, there was a one-stop and only one tire change.

A sudden change of strategy is an unknown challenge.

"understood."

On the field, Xiang Ye completely trusted Wen Qingyun, and his voice was accompanied by the sound of electric current, which reached Wen Qingyun, and Wen Qingyun gained confidence.

"Brother Li, let the substitute technician fill in my vacancy." Wen Qingyun raised her head from the screen and said to Brother Li.

After Xiang Ye's car entered the station at Renault, it will make a second pit stop. Each pit stop will take at least 25 seconds, but it can also be replaced with new tires to improve tire grip and speed.

Commentary: "Xiang Ye is out of the station again! The team stopped for the second time and changed new tires. It seems that there will be a big fight next time."

"Wen Qingyun, how far is it between me and the front?" Xiang Ye rushed to the track with full firepower.

Speed ​​incarnate is the beast of the game, it's not a race, it's a fight between metal beasts.

"No.25s, No.120s, believe in yourself, you can surpass them."

Wen Qingyun was highly nervous, every nerve was tense, and the wounds on his body were eroded by sweat, which was extremely unbearable.

Wen Qingyun simply bent down and removed the ankle gauze with one hand, couldn't hold back in the process, and let out a muffled snort.

"Well……"

Wen Qingyun's repressed panting was clearly heard by Xiang Ye on the other side of the tr.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiang Ye asked as he accelerated.

"Focus on the track, I'm fine." Wen Qingyun panted slightly, with a sense of fatigue.

At this time, Brother Li suddenly interrupted: "Xiao Wen, why is your burn worse than yesterday! Why don't you go to the hospital quickly, do you want the wound to become infected?"

Xiang Ye's heart that had just settled down became flustered again at this moment, he could hear Brother Li's words intermittently, but it was not clear.

He only heard that Wen Qingyun was burned, which seemed to be very serious. He couldn't see Wen Qingyun, so he could only guess based on his memory and imagination.

This made Xiang Ye even more anxious.

He clenched the steering wheel, gritted his teeth, and sped up quickly. With the help of the wake of the car in front, he overtook another car in a perfect straight!

"Very good, you are now 1s behind No.12, your speed is faster than him, and you are expected to surpass him within 10 laps."

"When did you get injured?" Xiang Ye didn't care about the race at all, he just wanted to get off the track and return to Wen Qingyun's side.

There was a heavy stone on Xiang Yexin, and his mind was full of images of Wen Qingyun planning strategies for him with injuries and changing tires for him.

And these days, I didn't know anything, and even kept Wen Qingyun in the cold, and even ridiculed him.

Thinking of what he had done, Xiang Ye almost went crazy with self-blame.