They looked at each other, confused.
F1 isn't football or basketball. When giants like Real Madrid, Barcelona, or Manchester United tour Asia in the summer, the airports are indeed seas of people. Fanatical supporters scream their love for the superstars, a magnificent spectacle.
But F1?
Honestly, the noise of F1 is usually concentrated at the circuit. Passionate fans gather to battle the engine roar with their lungs. Outside the paddock, you rarely feel the ubiquitous madness of football or basketball, even at airports.
So, what was this?
Swish swish swish. All eyes turned to... Nico Hülkenberg.
The German driver looked innocent. "Why are you looking at me? I don't know anything. This is Kai's turf; you should ask him."
Hülkenberg looked left and right, realizing he was the veteran. He joined F1 in 2009; this was his tenth year in the paddock.
In fact, Hülkenberg held a paddock record: the most race starts without a podium. He was still chasing that elusive first trophy.
Looking at the group of fledglings waiting to be fed, Hülkenberg sighed in annoyance, grumbled something in German, then took a deep breath to regain his composure.
"No, I haven't experienced this. I don't think it's a big problem. Even when Lewis arrives in Shanghai, the scene is controllable."
"So, instead of waiting for cars to detour to the VIP parking lot, let them wait outside. We'll stick to the original plan and go out."
Hülkenberg shrugged. "Hey, perfect timing. You guys can say hi to your fans."
Since the veteran said so, it should be fine. The decision was made.
The group walked towards the arrival hall, chatting and laughing. Thinking of the fans about to greet them, these young people were a bit excited, their steps becoming lighter.
Pushing each other, teasing each other.
However, the laughing and playing froze the moment the automatic doors at the exit opened. Smiles stayed on their lips but forgot to rise further,
Massive, dense, a black mass with no end in sight. For a split second, they thought dark clouds were blocking the sun.
The automatic doors closed slowly. Everyone looked at each other, then all turned to Hülkenberg.
Hülkenberg wasn't doing much better. Mouth open, tongue-tied, sensing the scorching gazes gathering, he tried to open his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.
"What's going on outside?" Hülkenberg swallowed hard.
Gasly bumped Hülkenberg's shoulder. "You're asking us? Didn't you say it was fine, even for Lewis?"
Hülkenberg waved his hands innocently, not knowing what to do, finally looking at Kai.
This stumped Kai too. He thought for a moment, revealing white teeth. "Welcome to China?"
After all, that was a typical scene with Chinese characteristics,
People, people, people, filling the vision.
Leclerc shook his head seriously. "That's not funny. What do we do now?"
Perhaps the calmest person here was still Kai. Even Hülkenberg was blinking rapidly. "Stick to the plan. Breakthrough from the front."
"Trust me, they won't eat you."
After speaking, Kai took the lead, stepping forward firmly.
Leclerc was the first to follow, sticking close to Kai, gripping the luggage cart as if it were an armored tank.
Then, the exit automatic doors opened again. The fans who had been waiting bitterly saw Kai and Leclerc appear one after another. After a brief stun, finally confirming the scene they just saw wasn't an illusion, emotions exploded instantly.
"Ah! Aaaaaah!"
Overwhelming, blotting out the sky and covering the earth.
The scene unfolded before Kai's eyes,
The bustling crowd densely filled the entire field of vision, completely blocking the sightline. He couldn't look back, so he couldn't see the end of the sea of people. The crowded mass pounced on him, rolling heat waves spreading in the air, drilling into the blood through pores to ignite flames.
Kai was sure the scene before him wasn't comparable to the Spring Festival travel rush, but standing in front of the sea of people, he could still feel the magnificence and majesty.
Flags, banners, and light boards swayed above the crowd. Not only the horizontal view but also the vertical view was packed full.
The shock penetrated his armor and impacted his soul directly. His steps stopped involuntarily.
Now, Kai finally understood what the flight attendant meant,
Maybe on social networks, negative voices seemed hideous and cruel; but in real life, things were different. The support and cheers were real, perhaps even far exceeding imagination.
From virtual to reality, from traffic to a sea of people, everything happened too fast and too fiercely, lacking a sense of reality.
Just now, Kai was happy about meeting the first fan outside the paddock, and now he was trapped in an endless rolling heat wave. Even Kai, who always showed calmness and wisdom beyond his age, was dazed for a rare moment, not prepared for such treatment.
Hülkenberg looked at the scene, speechless. Even Hamilton in the UK didn't have such treatment... right?
Gasly poked his head out from behind, grinning, waving to the crowd, eyes shining with eagerness.
"Ah! Aaaaaah!"
Shouts and screams instantly erupted with amazing energy. One could clearly see the crowd boiling, like bubbling magma.
Gasly's smile bloomed fully. He straightened up, waving vigorously, but saw Kai and Leclerc already walking along the curved fence of the exit channel. The crowd swayed following Kai's steps like wind blowing through wheat waves, erupting with amazing energy.
Gasly slumped his shoulders depressedly, spreading his hands. Hülkenberg beside him was amused, pulling Gasly to catch up quickly, don't fall behind.
"Kai!"
"Kai, I love you! Aaaaaah!"
Shouts overlapping shouts climbed higher and higher, finally breaking the limit and turning into a rolling heat wave instantly detonating. Broken syllables played grandly like a symphony.
And, at the moment Kai left the fence, it reached the peak. One could clearly see waves surging from all directions continuously impacting. Not just vision and hearing, all five senses were blocked by the heat wave,氤氲 damp, seeming to drag one into the chaotic space of boiling summer heat.
Everything was a summer storm. Without warning, a big hole broke in the sky, all energy poured down, the world instantly swallowed.
From Melbourne to Bahrain, from the streets to the paddock, Kai, streaking across the sky like a meteor in a short time, ignited the madness of the Chinese mainland. Just at this time, F1 arrived in Shanghai, returning home to the home court. Coupled with the official deliberate fueling, the frenzy detonated like this,
Welcome to Kai's home court!
"Whoa, damn!"
"This is too exciting!"
"What... whoa... what is this exactly?"
Chaos, bumps, dizziness, brain mush. Rushing out of the bustling crowd, diving straight into the vehicle prepared for the F1 Shanghai race.
Bedraggled, panting, hearts still fluttering with fear. Where had they seen such a battle array?
Leclerc finally recovered slightly. "Where's Kai?"
"Crap! We lost Kai!"
Gasly somehow ended up with feet facing the sky against the car roof, curled up in a strange posture. "No time, let's go first."
Leclerc looked over speechlessly: Didn't expect you to be this kind of Gasly.
Just then, a figure curled up like a hedgehog did a forward roll into the carriage, still saying, "Thanks, thanks."
Frantically closing the car door quickly, finally blocking all the noisy surging crowd outside. Turning around, looking at everyone out of breath,
It was Kai!
Hülkenberg looked left and right. "Ah, we got in the wrong car. Why are we all squeezed in one car? There are empty cars behind!"
Crowded people, blurred vision, no time to identify directions, rushing forward headlong, and then the group of them were all squeezed together.
Kai was about to speak but was interrupted.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
The sound of crazy banging on the carriage penetrated the air and hit hard on the spine. The whole car began to rock left and right, like a zombie siege.
No time. Kai quickly patted the driver's shoulder. "Go."
Decisive action!
The vehicle left the parking spot, and the three empty cars behind followed closely, slipping away from the airport. Looking back, one could see a dark mass. After leaving the indoor space of the arrival hall, the surging crowd spread out, covering every corner of the road mightily,
Even more shocking. Only now did they realize how many people were packed inside just now. One moment of inattention and they would immediately enter the parallel universe of "The Walking Dead."
Everyone was still fearful, then all eyes gathered on Kai.
Hülkenberg swallowed hard. "This, what's going on?"
Kai looked innocent, spreading his hands. "I don't know either." Pausing, his bedraggled state compared to others was absolutely worse. "Could it be that some pop star landed at the same time as us?"
This was the only reasonable explanation.
Gasly was still performing performance art. "Pop star? Why would anyone want to come to the airport to greet them?"
Kai: "Pierre, you've stumped me."
Only now did they finally have a chance to look at each other. Seeing each other look more wretched than the last, they couldn't hold back anymore and burst into collective laughter.
Not just them,
#KaiAirportPickup#, this topic tag rode a small rocket, rushing into the top ten of the hot search list in less than twenty minutes.
Not only that, #KaiAirportFashion#, #KaiFirstHomeBattle#, #WitnessKaiCreateHistory#, #Ferrari22# and other topic tags were not to be outdone, all breaking into the top twenty of the hot search list. The entire social network was sensationalized by Kai's landing, a frenzy.
This scene, probably F1 and Ferrari hadn't anticipated either.
Before the new season unveiled, Kai as the first Chinese driver in history about to step onto the F1 track, and representing Ferrari, the official publicity posture was already full. They all predicted that the 2018 season would be the best opportunity for the Chinese market and even the Asian market.
Everything was in the plan.
However, Kai's performance far exceeded expectations. When he created history in Melbourne and Bahrain, every step was a witness to history. Instead, the publicity steps of F1 and Ferrari couldn't keep up with the rhythm,
Right time, right place, right people. At this time, the third stop of the season happened to be Shanghai. Kai returned home in glory with the status of season driver standings leader.
The heat wave detonated instantly.
Overwhelming, in every corner, were promotions for Kai and F1. Not just online, but offline too, pervading into life pervasively.
Green light turned to red light. Song Bo braked, controlling his steps. A bus passed before his eyes. Kai, wearing the red Ferrari battle robe, holding a helmet and showing a sunny smile, was on the side of the bus, seeming to greet Song Bo face to face.
Song Bo was also in a fog, having no sense of reality at all. Although the new season had started for three weeks and they continued to discuss Kai's performance on social networks; seeing Kai wearing the Ferrari racing suit in real life felt completely different.
"Ah, going to be late!"
Reacting half a beat late, Song Bo rushed across the crosswalk, sprinting all the way towards school, rushing into the classroom panting.
Morning reading, noisy as hell.
"Did you see the airport hot search? Too crazy!"
"My dad asked me if that Kai is our class's Kai. My dad never watches sports!"
"Honestly, I still can't believe that's our class's Kai!"
In every corner, whether marveling or discussing, it couldn't leave Kai. Seeing Song Bo enter, gazes surged over rustlingly.
"Doctor, I still can't believe that Kai, our class's Kai, is going to appear on the Shanghai track wearing the Ferrari racing suit this weekend?"
Instantly, the air was quiet, but the surging vitality naturally overflowing in the eyes of adolescent boys and girls surrounded Song Bo hot and boiling.
Song Bo nodded, smile blooming. "Yes, just this weekend."
Whoosh, the whole classroom burned.
Just a year ago, they were still complaining about this matter. No one believed in the Ferrari Driver Academy, thinking Kai had gotten into trouble.
But now?
Like a lifetime ago!
Song Bo himself was also surging with emotion, heart beating wildly, continuing to raise his voice. "From Bahrain to Shanghai, time is too tight, Boss has no time to come back, but he told me he has VIP invitations for Friday. He can invite some friends to tour the paddock."
Bang!
Volcano eruption. Before Song Bo's voice could fall, the whole classroom fell into a storm. Everyone raised their hands crazily, rushing forward in a swarm.
That scene was like the Black Friday discount frenzy.
Song Bo was scared silly directly, shrinking his shoulders and shouting, "That's Friday! Friday! We need to ask for leave, and need parents' consent. See who is willing to go with me."
After shouting this sentence, Song Bo sat down on his butt, shrank into the encirclement, then sneaked out from under the crowd, a perfect golden cicada shedding its shell.
Wang Lin was nervous. He wanted to go; every cell in his body was screaming "want to go."
But, he dared not.
Maybe others forgot, but he didn't. Back then, he was the first to lead the questioning and complaining about Kai, not believing at all that guy could enter the Ferrari Driver Academy. Anyway, he just didn't like that guy. Until the Melbourne race, he still used all his strength to refuse to believe reality.
However, what about now?
He dared not say. He was truly happy for Kai, cheering and jumping with Kai, like chasing the sun, heartily and dripping wet, burning to the fullest.
What qualification did he have to go to the paddock as a special guest?
Wang Lin dared not look up. From the corner of his eye, he could see Song Bo walking to the diagonally opposite side. "Monitor, Friday, do you want to join?"
Li Miaomiao was a little dazed. Everything happened too fast.
One second ago, Kai was still Kai, their classmate, a nuisance who didn't do honest work, fished for three days and dried nets for two, yet could still kill exams in seconds. She knew he was a bad example not worth being friends with, but she always couldn't help defending him, secretly curious about what he did skipping class every now and then, couldn't help imagining the world he saw in his eyes, how colorful and brilliant.
The next second, Kai's face already overwhelmingly filled every corner, as if the whole world was spinning crazily centered on him.
Sky spinning and earth turning, dizzy and dazzling, simply no time to organize thoughts.
"Monitor?"
Finally, Li Miaomiao's thoughts fell back to the ground. Looking up abruptly, she saw Song Bo's face. She organized her thoughts, pretending to be calm, and looked back.
Song Bo repeated his question. "Friday, Shanghai track, do you want to join?"
"Okay." Li Miaomiao heard her voice rushing out one step ahead. She was startled by herself, cheeks heating up instantly.
Song Bo grinned. "Back when Boss was in the academy, no one believed him. Thanks to the monitor maintaining discipline then, making everyone shut up. Since then, the monitor believed in Boss, right?"
Li Miaomiao was stunned, but still shook her head honestly. "No, I also thought that was too outrageous. I just felt Kai isn't the type to talk nonsense. If it is, it is; if not, it's not. Maybe I can't understand, but maybe he saw a world outside textbooks."
"Yes, that's it." Song Bo suddenly raised his pitch, scaring Li Miaomiao. "Boss said there's a world of infinite possibilities outside textbooks, he wants to try and challenge it."
Li Miaomiao was somewhat distracted.
Song Bo didn't notice. "Monitor, see you Friday then, haha."
Diagonally behind, Wang Lin had been secretly pricking up his ears. Envy and annoyance churned in his chest, just one word,
Regret.
Wang Lin regretted it terribly. Why was he so stupid back then? Why did he just dislike Kai? Look at the monitor, the opportunity came.
Closing his eyes, internal organs burning, Wang Lin wanted some quiet.
"Do you want to join?" A voice came from directly in front. Wang Lin was stunned, opened his eyes abruptly, and then saw Song Bo standing beside the desk.
Wang Lin looked left and right, face flushing instantly. He wanted to agree just like that, grabbing the life-saving straw, ignoring everything else.
But he still barely controlled himself. "Why? I... always..." The words rolled on the tip of his tongue, but he was ultimately too embarrassed to say them.
Song Bo said carelessly, "Always didn't believe Boss, always questioned Boss, right?"
Wang Lin was uneasy and voiceless.
Song Bo waved his hand. "Boss never took it to heart. He said those doubts and challenges are always the driving force for moving forward. He isn't afraid of any provocation."
"What's more, you also realized your mistake, didn't you? Sincerely cheering for Boss, witnessing Boss welcome any storm."
"Boss always says he needs more haters because the old ones all turned into fans." After speaking, Song Bo looked deeply at Wang Lin with a face full of smiles.
Wang Lin widened his eyes, completely dumbfounded. Obviously, he didn't expect the world in Kai's eyes to be like this. Sure enough, geniuses are different from ordinary people.
The corners of Song Bo's mouth rose. "So, Friday, want to join?"
Wang Lin stood up instantly, nodding vigorously. "Yes! Of course!" For fear that Song Bo didn't receive the information, nodding continuously, his neck was about to fall off.
Then, Wang Lin suddenly raised his hands high, ecstatic. "I'm going to see Boss!"
Song Bo looked disdainful, quietly pulling away some distance, a look of "I don't know him." He hoped he wouldn't regret bringing this guy along. He should have realized long ago that Wang Lin was just this bluffing. If he was still like this in the paddock, it would be losing face for Boss.
Facts proved Song Bo's worry was superfluous,
Not because Wang Lin controlled himself, that guy was still extremely excited, starting to howl like a ghost and wolf before even arriving at the Shanghai track; but because lunatics like Wang Lin were everywhere. Wang Lin's excitement level thrown into the vast sea of people instantly became inconspicuous.
A sea of people!
Although Friday was free practice, without the tension and excitement of qualifying, nor the dazzling array of the race, the surging crowd before eyes still far exceeded expectations!
Overlooking from the air, the Shanghai International Circuit was like a huge character "Shang" (上), with vertical and horizontal strokes, bold and vigorous.
This was no accident,
This was a track tailored specifically for Shanghai by track designer Hermann Tilke, who designed tracks for Bahrain and Shanghai around 2004.
Since 2004, the Shanghai track has become the most representative F1 stop in Asia. It witnessed Schumacher's last race win of his career in 2006, and also witnessed the moment Hamilton was crowned with his first career driver world championship in 2008, hand in hand recorded in history.
Different from the narrowness of street races, here there were world-class modern stands and facilities; also different from the winding twists of old European tracks, the Shanghai track was more like a puzzle from the East, with concise lines but hidden murderous intent.
The most iconic area of the Shanghai track is the Turn 1 complex, the "Death Spiral" after the starting straight. Diving down at extreme speed, the radius tightening more and more, like a giant dragon turning clouds and rain, forcing braking points and entry angles to the limit. More importantly, there are different permutations and combinations of racing lines here, a severe test for drivers' skills and offensive/defensive abilities.
And Turns 11, 12, and 13 make up a spiral widening curve, the radius increasing from 8.8 meters to 120 meters, connecting to the longest straight of the entire track, 1.2 kilometers. Cars accelerate at full throttle, piercing towards the hairpin at the end of the straight, the killing point deciding fate.
Undoubtedly, this is a track full of tests and challenges. Compared to the Bahrain track, this is a typical technical track. Although medium and low-speed corners are slightly more than high-speed corners, the medium and low-speed corners are mainly technical corners testing drivers, while high-speed corners are the real challenge part.
The high-speed corners of the Shanghai track pose a severe test for aerodynamic balance, needing to balance downforce and speed, finding a delicate equilibrium point.
Precisely because of this, here, car advantage will be slightly magnified. In the past four years, Mercedes won consecutively, leaving no chance; so far, Hamilton has won five times representing McLaren and Mercedes respectively, hailed as the King of Shanghai.
So, here, Hamilton indeed has an unimaginable fan base.
However, everything underwent subtle changes this season,
Kai emerged out of nowhere. He was about to welcome the first home grand prix of his career. Every footprint of this young driver was creating history.
With everyone watching, tidal expectations and pressure converged on every meter of the track and every inch of asphalt. The strong confrontation between supporters of "Kai VS Hamilton" ignited the air early on. Rolling heat waves swept across the board. The race hadn't even started, but the smoke of gunpowder had already spread fully.
"Lewis, 100% Lewis. Here, Ferrari has no chance!"
"Kai hat trick! I bet my entire fortune!"
"Kai! Champion!"
"Lewis! Invincible!"
"Mercedes, of course Mercedes, without a doubt!"
Song Bo thought he was mentally prepared, having witnessed the explosion of traffic frenzy on social networks with his own eyes, eagerly looking forward to the grand occasion at the Shanghai track.
However, truly placing himself in it, the rolling heat wave formed a torrent sweeping him in, dizzy and turning, almost unable to breathe normally.
Only one thought in his mind: "So many people!"
A force pulled Song Bo back fiercely. "Doctor! Where are you going, the entrance is here!" Looking back, he could see Li Miaomiao's delicate face.
Song Bo nodded repeatedly, following the crowd forward, queuing to swipe the card to enter the paddock. The result was seeing a group of security guards crowding a figure passing quickly. He couldn't hold back and exclaimed, "Big Head!"
Only after shouting did he realize his gaffe, accidentally shouting the nickname. Song Bo quickly covered his mouth,
Wasn't that Alonso!
Alonso was actually only five meters away from them, no, three meters!
Song Bo almost couldn't hold back jumping on the spot, using all his strength to suppress the urge to shout, turning his head trying to find resonance,
Instantly deflated.
For Wang Lin, Li Miaomiao, and the others, "Big Head" might not have any meaning, just a big-headed uncle.
Song Bo put on a mask of pain. "Two-time world champion? Spanish pride? Big Head?"
Song Bo spread his hands hopelessly, almost collapsing, waved his hand, ignoring them. He didn't have the energy to play the role of a nanny at this moment.
Beep!
Successfully entering the paddock with the pass card, Song Bo couldn't help jumping happily. Not just him, this time Li Miaomiao and Wang Lin also couldn't control their excitement.
Perhaps, the only exception was Su Tong.
Su Tong was slightly silent, just like usual, cold, distant, strangers keep away, appearing... out of place in the noisy and lively atmosphere.
Li Miaomiao didn't know how Su Tong persuaded Song Bo, but the result was that Su Tong also came to the stadium with them today.
But, since she came, why keep a straight face all the time?
Li Miaomiao looked at the heartless Wang Lin and Song Bo who was dizzy in joy, sighed lightly, and asked actively, "Are you uncomfortable?"
Su Tong shook her head, not speaking.
While Li Miaomiao hesitated whether to continue the conversation, Su Tong spoke up actively. "Expectations are too high."
"What?" Li Miaomiao didn't understand.
Su Tong looked around. "Walking all the way just now, I seriously collected information. Everyone expects Kai to continue creating good results. Podium is the minimum standard; voices expecting him to win occupy the majority. Only the name Lewis appears enough times to contend."
"Lewis Hamilton, four-time world champion," Wang Lin explained.
Su Tong nodded. "Yes, him. From the current public opinion, almost no one can accept results other than a podium."
Wang Lin: "Isn't this natural? Everyone expects Boss to win."
Su Tong sighed lightly. "We talk easily here with just our mouths, but what about the pressure Kai bears? I can't imagine how terrible the pressure of fighting at home is."
Instantly, Wang Lin and Li Miaomiao were both stunned.
Just then, a group of young people wearing number 22 Ferrari T-shirts and red caps passed by raising their arms and shouting, mouths yelling "Champion Champion Champion"!
Obviously, not just the paddock, all media big and small in the past two days were adding fuel to the fire.
Just a few months ago, people only expected to see a Chinese driver appear on the F1 stage. Regardless of the team or results, even just entering the paddock was a historic breakthrough. This was the result of continuous efforts and accumulation of several generations.
But now?
Let alone "satisfied with points," even a podium couldn't satisfy them anymore.
Major media overwhelmingly reported the possibility of Kai winning the Chinese station. Before free practice even started, they began comprehensive analysis, and one by one vowed that Kai had the chance to reach the top. Expectations continued to heat up bit by bit like this.
So, they all selectively forgot that this was only the third F1 grand prix of Kai's career. The teasing and ridicule of "Baby Driver" seemed to be things of a previous life. From one extreme to another, there was no middle value. Before one could react, the atmosphere had already been hyped to this point.
Truly placing oneself in the paddock, one could clearly feel that unbridled fanaticism. Even bystanders like them were swallowed by the pressure.
Actually, Su Tong didn't know her own psychology. Spite? Pride? Curiosity? Trying to prove she didn't care? Why did she actively ask for a VIP invitation after hearing about Song Bo's, and even dressed up grandly to appear in the paddock, like a peacock?
But she wasn't a male peacock; how could she spread her tail?
Then,
Ah! Aaaaaah!
Amidst screams and cheers, a figure appeared. A Ferrari T-shirt, a pair of shorts, a pair of high-top Jordans, speeding on a skateboard. Sunshine surged under his feet all over the sky. Clearly, the sea of people before eyes were all wearing the same T-shirt, yet he was still found easily.
Golden sunlight also lost its color.
He waved to the crowd with a face full of smiles, but didn't stop, actively speeding over, rushing towards a cheerful little fatty under the gaze of everyone.
"Boss!" Song Bo was the first to greet him, making a fuss. "In the paddock, you look different from usual."
That was precisely Kai. His smile bloomed fully. "Work clothes. These are work clothes, naturally different." Without stopping, he greeted the few people behind.
"Monitor! Hey, Wang Lin! Su Tong, you came too? Welcome!"
Frank, generous, as if their appearance here wasn't surprising at all. Whether Wang Lin or Su Tong, he treated them all equally warmly.
"Sorry, was busy with some work just now. Wanted to go to the parking lot to welcome you, got delayed. Should still be in time now."
"Come come come, let's visit the paddock together. To be honest, it's my first time here too, as unfamiliar as you guys, so let's visit together."
With just a few words, the atmosphere relaxed instantly.
Wang Lin had been worrying, worrying about how to conduct himself in front of Kai, but found his worries unimportant, just disturbing himself.
Kai was still his usual self, not changing his attitude at all because he stood under the spotlight. He even kindly took them to visit the Ferrari pit, generously introducing them to Greenwood and Clear, joking half-heartedly, "See, told you, I'm still a student."
Clear looked fierce but laughed heartily. "Haha, finally brought out the evidence this time." Then he looked kindly at the young people. "Tell me, what's his image in class usually?"
Wang Lin realized then that he couldn't say a word with his half-baked English. Su Tong, the straight-A student, was indeed different, saving the scene in time.
Subsequently, Kai took them to the photo area to take pictures and leave souvenirs, then went to the Ferrari hospitality to rest, where they would watch free practice next.
However, Kai was extremely busy, feet not touching the ground, with no time to breathe. Pity he couldn't stay long.
When Kai was about to turn and leave, Su Tong was hesitating whether she should speak up to express support, but Song Bo spoke up first.
"Boss, ignore the voices outside, stick to yourself, everything at your own pace is fine."