stand shoulder to shoulder

Firman turned his head suspiciously, and saw Tao Li with a disheveled face in the corner.

The two looked at each other, slightly embarrassed.

"you also……"

"I know who I am..."

Needless to say, everyone knows what's going on.

Firman patted Tao Li's shoulder heavily.

After communicating in silence for a while, the floor where the simulation room is located has arrived, and Taoli is about to leave. Before leaving, he cheered on Samli again.

But Samley didn't give Tauri a single glance.

·

After Taoli left, Firman said to Samli, "That's the tire changer chosen by Berlusconi, called—"

"I don't need to know the name of the tire changer," Samli said.

"Too."

While talking, the two walked to Room P, and the people in Room P cast their attention one after another.After seeing Samli, the chief engineer of the team came over enthusiastically and looked at Firman with full expectation.

"Let Sam try out our car," Firman said.

The chief engineer of the team said enthusiastically: "OK."

The car prepared by the people in the P room for Samli is the racing car that Tao Li will use.Since the Meteor team is top-down, no one wants Taoli to be their racing driver except Berlusconi, so the car number "17" that symbolizes Taoli has not been sprayed on the car, even matching the comfort of the driver's personal body Neither is configured.Therefore, this naked car is very suitable for Samli to test drive.

Samli got into the racing car, raised his head and asked Firman, "Will Berlusconi come to see me run?"

"Yes," Firman said to Samri with such certainty that he immediately called Paulo Berlusconi when Samri drove the racing car out of the P room.

Berlusconi, who was supervising Tauli's driving simulator at the time, rebuffed Firman.

Firman yelled angrily, "It's not fair that you ordered Taoli without seeing Samley drive!"

Berlusconi replied indifferently: "I have watched all his race videos from karting to F2. He is not suitable for me."

Firman choked for a moment, and quickly found his rhythm again: "Those were all in the past, please look at Samli now."

Berlusconi got impatient with Firman's torment, and said, "Then you can broadcast the TR where I ordered Taoli to Samri, and see how he reacts."

Firman was about to say something when Berlusconi on the phone hung up.Firman had no choice but to turn to the team manager beside him, and ordered: "Take out the TR that connects Berlusconi and Taoli to the corner."

The team manager did it right away.

Samli ran a few laps on the simulated track to warm up the tires, and then officially started to record the fastest laps. After the third turn, Samli heard the voice of his idol.

"100-meter card, take the outside line."

Samli was stunned for a moment, and when he decided to do so, the car he was driving was already biased towards the inside lane, and there was no possibility of going outside.

"Cut to the inside again." The man's cold guidance came from the ear, and Samley's own cornering rhythm had already been disrupted. After passing this corner with difficulty, the chassis rubbed wildly on the shoulder of the road and burst into flames.

"Berlusconi," Samri couldn't help but say. "This corner is very difficult to follow the cornering line you said, the downforce will destroy everything."

No one from TR responded to him, and he drove the car back to the pit with confusion.

"Where's Berlusconi?" Samri asked.

"He hasn't come down yet, and he told me to play that radio segment for you," Firman said.

"What's the point?" Samley asked, frowning.

Firman was also at a loss. The tire changer Jagar said, "Tauli was selected to drive the simulator after passing this corner according to Berlusconi's request."

"Take out that video of Tao Li and watch it." Firman said to the team manager.

Soon they saw Tao Li's original cornering video.The blue racing car passed the corner smoothly at the third turn according to the cornering rhythm of the outer line and the inner line, and sped all the way in the middle of the track. It was as perfect as a promotional film.

Samli watched, gradually clenched the steering wheel in his hands.

Firman comforted: "Tao Li has run this track more than 50 times, and his proficiency must be higher than yours."

"I'm going to try again," Samri said firmly.

For the second time, the blue car driven by Samli still crazily ate the road shoulder and lost its rhythm.

The 3rd time, the 4th time, the 5th time...

An hour later, the chassis of the racing car was completely scrapped, and the blue racing car lost control and crashed into the plastic wall, sending dust all over the sky.

The team dispatched the crane immediately, and Firman called Samri through TR, wanting to make sure his safety.

"Sam, are you okay?"

Samli sat with his head down in the hot racing car, his shiny helmet was covered with dust and black parts.

"Is his name Tally?"

·

Taoli has been driving the simulator under the high pressure of Berlusconi. He is like a princess hijacked by a dragon, waiting for the rescue of Prince Samri.But it wasn't until Thursday that Taoli met Samley at the airport, and Samley was already wearing Marcus' uniform.

Depressed, Taoli returned to the waiting room where the Meteor team was located, resignedly took out the iPad from his bag, and watched the massive in-vehicle videos from Berlusconis.

Suddenly, the footsteps were getting closer, and a pair of sneakers stopped at Tao Li's feet.

Taoli looked up and saw the serious Samri.

"Hello." Samli stretched out a hand, "I'm Samli, the driver of the Marcus team, and I'm looking forward to a formal race with you on the F1 track."

Tao Li was dumbfounded. You know, even the F1 headquarters didn't ask him to take photos of drivers in F1, which shows everyone's rejection of him.

Samli was the first F1 racing driver to greet him. Taoli stood up blankly and shook Samli's hand: "Hi, I'm Taoli...the driver of Meteor Racing Team, nice to meet you you."

After the two shook hands and broke up, Taoli watched Samri return to the Marcus team in a daze.Suddenly someone rubbed his head vigorously, and when he turned his head, Berlusconi smiled brightly at him.

It may be that he is used to the sweltering environment of racing. Berlusconi likes to comb all his hair back into a small bun, revealing a smooth face. It looks refreshing and cool, but it has nothing to do with affinity .

Taoli really wanted to tell Berlusconi, stop getting close to me deliberately, just be yourself.But I was afraid that in the next second, Berlusconi would break his neck in anger.

Taoli was discouraged, gave Berlusconi a smile back, and then sat down to watch the car video to save his life.

"Brother." Berlusconi sat down with his arms around Taoli's shoulders, and the faint smell of perfume on his body made people feel very comfortable. "Why hasn't your sister returned a text message to me for so long?"

"..." Because I didn't dare to go back, I was afraid of revealing my secrets.Taoli smiled at Berlusconi with a stiff mouth. "How would I know this? Hehe."

Berlusconi lowered his eyes, and a sad look flashed in his eyes.

Tao Li couldn't bear it, and persuaded: "Actually, you and my sister are not very compatible, or—"

Berlusconi tilted his head and looked over with sharp eyes, as if the sadness just now was just the tears of a crocodile.

Tao Li was terrified, and after boarding the plane, he decisively chose to sit with Firman.

Neither Tao Li nor Firman wanted Tao Li to be the driver of the Meteor Racing Team. On this point, they cherished each other and quickly opened up the conversation.

While chatting, Firman asked Tao Li, what do young people of their age like?

Taoli said a lot.

Firman couldn't help shaking his head and said, "I'm not even interested in what he likes. It seems that I have no way to pursue him."

Firman used him.

Tao Li suddenly raised his head and gave Firman a fixed look.

Firman raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Tao Li hastily looked away and said, "You don't have to have the same interests to pursue. You can show your charm."

"For example, you can send a voice message to him," Taoli said. "The voice of a mature man is very attractive, and some people just like it."

Firman said dubiously, "Then I'll try it tonight."

Taoli got up to go to the bathroom, and casually glanced at Berlusconi in the back seat. His side face was cold, his thick eyelashes fluttered, and he stared intently at the black screen phone in his hand.

·

After getting off the plane, the Meteor team went to the hotel to rest.

Tao Li is a racing driver this time, and has a single room for a long time.He took a shower excitedly, his hair was wet, and he didn't go to get the hair dryer, so he went to look for his mobile phone, long press to turn it on, and was ready to play the game.

Berlusconi forced him to lose all entertainment a while ago, and now he can finally relax.

Tali smiled.

But when he saw that the screen saver was his sister's beautiful face, Tao Li was stunned: "Isn't it? I brought the wrong phone?"

Tao Li's two mobile phones are the same model, and neither has a mobile phone case. It is difficult to distinguish the two mobile phones without looking at the screen saver.

"It's okay, I'll just download a few apps." Tao Li comforted himself, and suddenly the electronic device in his hand shook, and a jingle bell sounded as a reminder.

Tao Li looked down and saw a message from Berlusconi.

"Has this Italian not given up yet?" He sighed, spread out on the brown leather sofa, and clicked on the chat box between the two.

Berlusconi sent a voice message, and Taoli nodded in boredom.

The mobile phone immediately broadcast Berlusconi's deep and magnetic male voice.

"I miss you very much, and want to see...even a symbol from you."

The voice had a slight nasal sound, as if Berlusconi was whispering helplessly in his ear.

Tao Li slid down from the sofa all of a sudden, and the phone fell to the ground. He frantically grabbed it and made an expression inadvertently.

"Every day." Tao Li repeated repeated calls, and was about to withdraw when he saw Berlusconi made a second voice.Tao Li froze suddenly, and it took a long time to open with shaking hands.

"I see, good night baby."

Hearing that, Tao Li fell back on the sofa, stretched out his long arms, and looked at the ceiling of the hotel with blurred eyes.

"Berlusconi's voice is as exciting as the engine of his racing car..."