Even at the start of this race weekend, Qin Miao felt a bit unlucky. After all, on Thursday, Qin Miao was practically exhausted, and upon returning to the hotel, Qimeng eagerly dragged him over for two hours.
Thankfully, Qin Miao has a good physical foundation, otherwise, after meeting Leclerc on Friday, he'd be mocked by Leclerc for looking pale, advising him to take care of his health and not overindulge.
"Sorry, my bad." Qin Miao quickly kneeled: "Please, Mr. Leclerc, take back the bad luck clinging to me. My little shoulders, with two world championships, can't bear such enormous fortune."
Leclerc was a bit surprised at first hearing this. After knowing Qin Miao for nearly four years, although Qin Miao isn't exactly rebellious, Leclerc had never seen Qin Miao apologize to anyone so seriously.
But after hearing the latter part, Leclerc felt at ease, because that's the Qin Miao he knew.
Lazy and coy.
