"Barber, are you in Brackley?"

"Yes, I'm resting at home."

"Could you do me a favor and come to my house tomorrow? I remember I put the helmet I used during last year's Abu Dhabi Grand Prix qualifying in the storage room, and there's also a display box for the helmet in there. Could you help me retrieve it?"

"Do you need me to send it to Monaco?"

"No.

You rarely get time off, so just stay at home and spend time with your family.

You just need to deliver the helmet to the airport. I'll have the plane go over tomorrow, so just put it on the plane."

Qin Miao also knows how annoying it is to have a holiday interrupted, so he just troubled Barber to send over the item without asking him for more.

Hearing the need to use a plane for transport, Barber was taken aback since operating and maintaining a private jet is quite expensive.

Although the value of this helmet of Qin Miao's is immeasurable, using his own private plane for transport is indeed somewhat extravagant.

But Barber is a very sensible person, otherwise, he couldn't have stayed with Qin Miao for so long.

So he didn't ask more questions, just nodded, confirmed one last time with Qin Miao the arrival time of the plane, and hung up.

On Qin Miao's side, he quickly made a call to his pilot to arrange the matter.

Once everything was settled, Qin Miao was visited by an unexpected guest.

Leclerc, wearing a smart black suit, with a rose pinned on his chest, appeared both handsome and flamboyant with his good looks.

He walked over to Qin Miao with a glass of red wine and a smile.

This time, Qin Miao didn't look too pleased, leaning against the wall, he picked up his unfinished food, and continued to eat.

"After all, we're friends, do you have to be so cold to me?" Leclerc asked with a smile.

Qin Miao glanced at him, "Before that incident wasn't spread, I thought we were friends. Now I just want to punch you in the face."

"Qin Miao, you should know that it was just an inadvertent mistake." Leclerc said, walking closer to Qin Miao, but then paused, taken aback upon seeing the food in Qin Miao's plate.

Qin Miao's plate was filled with high-calorie food.

Things like coconut meat, chocolate, jackfruit, and fried chicken wings.

For a typical F1 driver, eating like this would definitely make their physical trainer gripe at them.

Because the calories in those foods are simply too high.

Given an F1 driver's terrifying metabolism and physical function, eating like that, if not gaining a pound of weight, weight increase is inevitable.

But the F1 profession places particular emphasis on the driver's weight, being overweight significantly impacts the race car's lap speed.

It may seem insignificant per lap, but over a long race of 50 to 71 laps, the seemingly trivial lap time difference could turn into a 5 or even 6 seconds time gap.

Yet, every time there's a gathering, Qin Miao eats like this, eats whatever he finds tasty, regardless of calories, never watching his diet.

The most frustrating part is, no matter how much Qin Miao eats, his weight always stays within the team's required range; even Barber, his nutritionist, has gradually turned into an assistant of sorts for Qin Miao.

Leclerc couldn't help but feel a strong envy.

After all, which F1 driver wouldn't love to eat whatever they like without restriction?

"Sometimes I really want to drag you into a lab, slice you open, and see how your body operates, why aren't you putting on weight no matter what you eat?" Leclerc's tone finally carried a hint of envy and jealousy.

Qin Miao laughed, "It's just talent, can't help it."

"Forget it; every time I talk about this matter with you, you always attribute it to talent. After the banquet, there's a party tonight; are you coming?" Leclerc leaned against the pillar next to Qin Miao.

Qin Miao devoured a piece of fried chicken wing, shook his head, and said, "I won't go to that kind of scene, not used to it. I'd rather go home to play games for a while, or go to the seaside..."

Halfway through, Qin Miao stopped because Monaco's tourists are mostly present now, and if he goes to the seaside, he might be easily recognized and surrounded, causing street congestion.

So after thinking about it, he said, "Forget the seaside, I'll head home after the event ends."

Leclerc nodded, "I saw Prince Albert II just came by with the little prince looking for you?"

Qin Miao's eyes lit up; he had been worried about not having a chance to impress Leclerc, but the opportunity just presented itself. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Qin Miao, trying to act casually, put down his plate, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and nonchalantly said, "Yeah, Prince Albert came with Prince Jacques to chat with me."

"What did you chat about?" Leclerc asked curiously.

Forcing himself to hold back the smile creeping onto his face, Qin Miao calmly said, "Nothing major, just that Prince Yak wanted to get to know me and said he enjoys watching me race, hoping to compete with me in the future."

Leclerc, definitely not a dull knife when it comes to perceiving undertones, quickly picked up on the underlying brag.

"Getting to know each other? Didn't you guys already meet at yesterday's award ceremony? How else do you need to know each other?"

"Likes watching you race? Isn't this just like being a fan?"

"Oh wow, is the Monaco crown prince your fan?"

"Hold on a second, is he just showing off to me?"