Zhang Yifei said the adjective "ten" very simply and rudely, without explanation or modesty!

Hearing Zhang Yifei's words, Donnie showed a kind of disapproval in his heart, although the Chinese driver gave him a different feeling, but said that he would definitely be able to get on the podium, it was a joke,

"To be honest, I appreciate your assertiveness, but a lot of times self-confidence doesn't change the outcome."

"Then we'll see tomorrow."

Zhang Yifei has also become tougher, the doubts of Europeans and Americans are too common, and the reporter in front of him is not bad, at least maintaining the basic quality of a sports reporter. Although there are words in the words, there is no public cynicism.

Thinking about the achievements or breakthroughs of Chinese athletes in the international arena in future generations, the first reaction of these European and American media is to question whether they are cheating, taking medicine, etc., and even many of them are named by name, which has long been common.

Fortunately, the cars have no way to question this, so they can only doubt it from the point of view of strength.

There is no country for sportsmanship in this world, but athletes have nationality.

At the end of the interview, Junko Takeda also saw that Zhang Yifei was a little unhappy, she came over and comforted: "Yifei-kun, the Japanese drivers who came to Europe before have also suffered a lot of doubts, so you don't have to take it too seriously." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yifei said indifferently: "This question is not worthy of my heart, a small scene." ”

Although Ah Hu couldn't understand what they said, he also felt the change in Zhang Yifei's expression, so he also came over and said: "Brother Fei, did that foreign reporter say something, if this is in China, give him a wrench!" ”

Looking at Ah Hu's incomprehensible and angry appearance, Zhang Yifei couldn't help laughing: "Is it good for you kid to be civilized, I'm not a car repairer, and I'll give you a wrench......"

"It's not about you, as a car mechanic, it's reasonable for me to carry a wrench with me."

After Zhang Yifei heard it, he knocked directly on Ah Hu's head: "Reasonable big-headed ghost, it seems that you are just idle, hurry up and overhaul the car, and you will run tomorrow." ”

"Also, it's not okay to be uneducated this year, you and Brother Zhi's English teacher are coming in the evening, giving you half a year, no matter what way you use, you must reach the level of oral communication."

Ah Hu is not afraid of anything else, as soon as he hears words like English and half a year, he becomes a crying face, and culture is really not his strong point.

Brother Zhi's expression is not much better, but he is also a big brother, and if he wants to take the lead, he can only hold on.

After the race, the next thing is to overhaul after the race, because tomorrow there is a race to play, and this is the main meal at Monza.

Zhang Yifei changed out of his racing suit, and I have to say that the summer race is really a torture, and the cabin temperature can approach up to 80 degrees. In addition, for safety and fire prevention, the racing suit and helmet are basically completely enclosed and wrapped, and it is almost like a sauna after a race.

This Zhang Yifei can also understand why a formula race is close to two hours, and the drivers are dehydrated up to several kilograms. I only have half an hour of competition time, and it is estimated that the dehydration will be calculated in kilograms.

After changing his clothes, Zhang Yifei did not stay in the P room to debug the racing car together, but returned to the hotel alone, ready to take a shower or something before going to the airport, because He Ziling was going to come over at night, and he was going to pick up the plane.

Let's not talk about the relationship between classmates and the commitment to He Lang, let's just say that a little girl came all the way to Milan, Italy, to help her team train English without charging money!

This friendship is already very heavy, if it weren't for tomorrow's main game, the team would have to overhaul after the game, otherwise everyone would come to pick up the plane.

By the time Zhang Yifei came to the airport, it was already night, and on the way, Zhang Yifei was thinking about whether he should rent a car in Milan or something, otherwise it would be inconvenient to travel.

Not to mention the cost of each taxi, even if you want to use the bus, this era is not like the later generations, there is a mobile phone map what to assist, but also to buy a paper tourist map, and then ask passers-by which way to sit, to which station and so on.

Accustomed to the convenience of later generations, Zhang Yifei often goes to unfamiliar places to travel, and he feels quite painful.

When I came to the pick-up gate, there were still a lot of people, and Zhang Yifei thought about whether to get a brand or something, so that it would be more conspicuous. But think about it, it's not that I don't know each other, so I won't do this, so I just stay in the crowd and wait.

The waiting time was longer than expected, and the plane was half an hour late, so I waited for more than an hour before I saw a crowd at the boarding gate.

About a few minutes later, He Ziling appeared in Zhang Yifei's sight, which was different from the appearance of facing the sky and wearing a school uniform in the school. Today, He Ziling's face is wearing light makeup, wearing a white lace dress, with an indescribable freshness and elegance, which is very suitable for her temperament.

When he saw this scene, Zhang Yifei suddenly remembered an old song called "The Age of Fluttering White". He Ziling is like coming out of the movie scroll at the moment, even if Zhang Yifei has seen too many beauties in his two lives, he is a little shocked by He Ziling's makeup today, it is really a girl next door who has just grown up.

"Zhang Yifei."

He Ziling saw Zhang Yifei standing in the crowd and looking at him blankly, and shouted first.

This woke Zhang Yifei up from his fantasy, and quickly put away his pig look, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

"Thank you very much for your hard work."

Zhang Yifei didn't know what to say, so he could only say hello politely.

Although the two of them are classmates, to be honest, they are not familiar with each other in the class, aside from the limited communication in the first half of the third year of high school, there may be no more than five sentences of conversation between the two people in the first and second years of high school, and they belong to the kind of so-and-so who may not even be able to call their names a few years after graduation.

"Don't be so formal, if you want to thank me, thank my brother, if he doesn't highly recommend it, I won't come to Milan alone."

In comparison, He Ziling was obviously more relaxed, and joked with Zhang Yifei with a smile.

"It seems that your brother has a good impression of me, which shows from the side that I am a down-to-earth, reliable, young and promising person!"

"Thinking too much, he just thinks you're good at driving."

"That's a plus, too."

After all, the friendship between classmates has been here for a few years, and after a few words, the strangeness has been eliminated a lot, Zhang Yifei took the suitcase from He Ziling's hand, and the two of them walked towards the taxi area outside the airport together.

Getting into a taxi and going to the hotel where the team stayed, He Ziling asked curiously at this time: "Aren't you participating in some Formula Renault, how are you running now?" ”

"I just finished the qualifying race today and got the fourth pick, so tomorrow is the race."

"Fourth in qualifying, that's amazing."

"You know how to race too?"

Zhang Yifei asked curiously, many boys in this era don't even know what an equation is, let alone girls.

"My brother is a professional driver, and since I was a kid in the UK to watch him practice, I gradually learned about racing."

"He said that the most difficult thing to run in China at the moment is formula racing, and you are the first Chinese driver to stand on the European stage, so he will support you so much."

In many cases, only fellow drivers know the difficulties behind it, and compared with rally and touring cars in China, formula racing is as desolate as a desert.

And Zhang Yifei is the only seedling in this desert,