How Did I Become an F1 Driver?-Chapter 855 - 342: W13 (6K, Bonus 6/16)

Qin Miao didn't stay long at the FIA's dinner. At nine in the evening, after bidding farewell to Toto and the others, Qin Miao, with the help of FIA staff, packed his world champion trophy into a leather case specifically designed for trophy preservation.

Qin Miao then took this case to the airport.

Now, Qin Miao deeply understood the benefits of having a private jet; whenever work ended, he could immediately head to the airport and fly to wherever he wished.

At this time, Qin Miao's mom and wife had already toured around Paris, and they hadn't bought any fashionable luxury goods; they were simply there as tourists.

By the time Qin Miao returned, they were already back on the plane.

After all, Qin Miao had mentioned before that he would head back to Monte Carlo immediately after attending the FIA awards ceremony.

Moreover, the plane was spacious enough that Qimeng and his mom wouldn't feel cramped onboard. Qimeng could even handle some company matters on Qin Miao's computer.

When Qin Miao returned, as soon as he entered his plane, he was greeted by a familiar aroma of home-cooked food.

This was the scent etched in Qin Miao's memory since childhood, his mom's cooking.

However, the aroma was quite faint now.

And as Qin Miao boarded the plane, the sole flight attendant welcomed him at the door, saying, "Welcome aboard, Mr. Qin Miao."

"Good evening," Qin Miao nodded to the attendant and asked, "When can we take off?"

"If you wish, the captain can contact the control tower to prepare for takeoff now."

"Then let's go."

"Alright, this flight will depart from Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a destination of Nice Côte d'Azur Airport. Estimated flight time is two hours."

Monaco is too small to house a large airport, so it only has helicopter airports.

But the good news is that Nice Côte d'Azur Airport is just ten kilometers away from Monaco, so Qin Miao generally flies there and takes a car home.

"Thanks for the hard work," Qin Miao nodded appreciatively as he carried his trophy onto the plane.

"It's my honor."

"Back already?" Qimeng waved at Qin Miao as he boarded, as she was having tea with his mom.

"Hungry?" his mom asked, "I saw you eating during the broadcast, and there didn't seem to be much on the table. Qimeng reheated some food for you; it's in the microwave."

Qin Miao felt a warmth in his heart—this is what family is like.

If it were Zhou Guanyu and the others, they would probably mock him for eating during a broadcast, but only family worries about whether you're hungry.

However, Qin Miao shook his head and said, "I'm actually fine. I ate quite a bit at the latter part of the banquet, so I'm not really hungry now. But where did you get this tea set from?"

"This? It's onboard, found it while rummaging through things. By the way, where's Xiaozhou?" his mom asked.

As Qin Miao took off his suit jacket, he replied, "He lives in London, so it was convenient for us to come to France, but it's not convenient going to Monte Carlo."

At that moment, Qimeng handed a cup of tea to Qin Miao, who was just about to take a sip. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

His mom extended her hand to Qin Miao and said, "The championship trophy? Let me see it."

Qin Miao didn't even touch the teacup and had to reluctantly get up, fetch the trophy from its case, and place it before the two women whose eyes gleamed with curiosity.

If placing the trophy in Toto's hands made Qin Miao a bit nervous, in front of these two women, the trophy's significance in Qin Miao's eyes diminished rapidly.

After all, he heard it's made of titanium alloy or some material. It doesn't fear being dropped.

Soon, the plane took off, heading toward Nice.

Qin Miao slipped off his suit jacket and collapsed comfortably onto the zero-gravity chair.

...

When Qin Miao returned to his home in Monte Carlo, it was already eleven-thirty at night.

After putting away his luggage, Qimeng went to help his mom make the bed, while Qin Miao removed the dust covers from the sofa and other furniture in the living room.

After organizing the dust covers, Qin Miao took up the F1 world champion trophy, now covered with fingerprints from both Qimeng and his mom.

Seeing these fingerprints, Qin Miao smiled wryly, and then he took the trophy to his display room.

Although Qin Miao didn't have specialized tools for cleaning trophies, he had a cloth and water for cleaning computer screens.

But fearing the water might be corrosive, Qin Miao carefully wiped the trophy with just the cloth.

After ensuring nothing was missed, Qin Miao gingerly placed the trophy into the pre-prepared empty slot.

Looking at the filled gap, Qin Miao suddenly felt a sense of fulfillment, as if something missing had been restored.

"I'm so freaking awesome!" he thought to himself, filled with self-satisfaction.

After a moment of self-congratulation, Qin Miao took out his phone, snapped a picture of his trophy wall, and shared it in a group chat with Zhou Guanyu, Qin Miao, Leclerc, and Norris.

Mr. Clean and Noble: [Image]

[Check out how badass I am]

Shanghai Tiger: [It's just okay]