stand shoulder to shoulder

Chapter 74

At this time, Marcus's race engineer told Tao Li via radio: "Congratulations Tao Li, you got No.2, we are all very surprised."

Tao Li only replied, "Thank you."

In fact, no amount of words could be said by Tao Li himself.

In Meteor before, he at least knew how he got his ranking, and if he prepares like this next time, he will probably be able to stabilize his ranking.

But in Marcus, he adjusted the car ignorantly and got No.2, but he had no experience to give it to the next race.

Because he has to test the car every time before he knows whether others have tuned him well.But not every time after the adjustment, he can go out and run a few laps before coming back to change it.

For example, before the main game, he adjusted the angle of attack of the front wing. After the adjustment, he will immediately enter the game state.

This illusion of missing the point and falling off the podium at any time makes it impossible to be happy for this runner-up.

Tao Li parked the car behind the No. 2 stop sign under the podium, facing the sun, and pulled out the fingertips of his gloves one by one.

He understood why Hope and Samri were leaving Marcus.

Don't panic if you don't get on the podium.

I was even more panicked when I got on the podium.

If this state lasts for a long time, it is easy to die suddenly.

Berlusconi said it would be difficult for him to go to Marcus, and he really didn't mean to bluff him.

I couldn't sleep before the game, and I didn't relax much after the game.

If only I could rest on Berlusconi's back for a while now...

Taoli looked up and scanned for a week, but he didn't see Berlusconi. He stood up sleepily, and suddenly a bright red flashed across his corner of the eye. He looked up and saw Hope standing in front of his racing car and bending over to look at it.

"What's the matter?" Tao Li took off his helmet and fire mask, his hair fluttered wildly, and his young and handsome face was dripping with sweat.

Tao Li did not expect Hope's answer.

Hope hadn't waited to see him.The most recent private contact was in Monaco. As opponents, they hurriedly high-fived each other without even chatting.

So Tao Li asked, stepped out of the cockpit, and went to the driver's lounge.When Hope suddenly spoke, Tao Li was startled.

"Who is in charge of tuning this car?"

Taoli turned his head, and the proud Hope walked around Taoli's No. 18 car, and asked doubtfully, "Aren't Hardy and Abner in Marcus?"

"It's still there." Tao Li said in a daze, "They are helping me tune the car now."

After saying that, Tao Li saw that Hope looked straight at him, and his eyes changed, as if he was very surprised. His eyes went from top to bottom, as if he was getting to know him again.

"It seems that you are really strong."

Tao Li blinked, this was the first time Hope praised him, but he himself was very guilty because he still didn't know anything about car tuning.

"Thank you." Tao Li bit the bullet and accepted the compliment, "You are in Wilson now, do you still need to do this?"

Hope, who had been with Marcus for a year, knew exactly what "such" meant.

Ideally, with the help of the sensors on the racing car, each team will compare the track data returned by telemetry horizontally, so as to choose a better adjustment plan.

However, the actual situation is that there are too many variables on the track and the time for practice games is far from enough, so it cannot provide enough data, not to mention that the data may not be completely accurate.

In the final analysis, it depends on people to analyze and perceive.

Although Marcus has a good engine, he is not good in this respect, it depends more on the talent of the driver himself.

"Of course not," Hope said. "Wilson's engineers are very good."

"Oh, that's really great." Tao Li was envious, and he seemed to catch a glimpse of Berlusconi's figure out of the corner of his eye. His eyes immediately chased him, but he found that he had recognized the wrong person.

Taoli fell down.

·

Berlusconi has never been keen to go to the podium to join in the fun.

When Philman came back from the podium, he saw Berlusconi sitting alone on the railing of the track, looking at the empty gray track, biting a thin white pole that was not long, as if he was smoking.

When Firman approached, he found a round bulge on Berlusconi's cold side face.

"Since when did you like eating lollipops?" Firman was surprised, "What's the taste?"

"Milk flavor."

"Aren't they all fruit-flavored? There's even a milk-flavored one? Is this delicious?"

Berlusconi said impatiently: "It's about the same, the taste is a bit similar, and it's okay."

"What does it taste like?"

"It's nothing." Berlusconi squinted his eyes and looked away, looking at the noisy podium in the distance. The three drivers above were shadowy. After a while, he looked away and asked Firman, "Will you go back to the hotel?"

Firman immediately gave up on this seemingly unimportant question, and shouted, "Let's go, go back and rest, I'm exhausted."

Berlusconi stood up, and the two walked to the parking lot.

Firman said casually: "Didn't Scherfer study near us? I don't know why he was suddenly called back to Germany by his father."

Berlusconi gave an uninterested "huh".

"Then he has nothing to do and comes here to watch the game."

With a lollipop in his mouth, Berlusconi mumbled, "Come on, come on, if you have anything to say."

After a while, the white stick around Berlusconi's mouth swayed up and down, and he asked calmly, "Which hotel does he stay in?"

"do not know."

Berlusconi narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Let him come to Meteor for dinner at night."

"When did you care about Scherfer? You don't care about his dinner." Firman marveled, and then said, "But no need, he said that he found a relationship tonight and is going to Marcus's celebration banquet."

In the next second, Firman clearly heard the sound of Berlusconi crunching a lollipop, as if his bones were blown to ashes.

Oddly enough, Firman recalled the happy conversation between Scherfer and Tao Li in Monaco, and he introduced the purpose of their meeting, so he asked enlightenedly: "You drove Scherfer back to Germany?"

Berlusconi didn't answer, striding toward the car with a blank expression.

Firman already knew what was going on in his mind, and he approached gossipingly: "You and Tao Li broke up because of Scherfer, right?"

Berlusconi, who opened the door and sat in the car, gave him a very unfriendly look: "Tauli and I have not broken up."

Firman took a step back and said very wisely: "Well, you are right."

Berlusconi slammed the car door shut.

Firman went around to the passenger seat, opened the car door, and was about to get in the car when he heard his friend say, "You go back to the hotel by yourself, I have to wait for someone."

·

After receiving the award, Tao Li took a shower and followed Marcus' colleagues to the parking lot.

It was gray.

At noon, more than half of the cars of various colors that were still lined up in rows had withdrawn, scattered scattered throughout the parking lot.

Everyone was talking about where to celebrate at night, and Taoli listened absent-mindedly. When passing by a black car with the windows rolled down, he accidentally saw Berlusconi.