stand shoulder to shoulder

When Tao Li walked out of the cockpit of the racing car, his colleagues from the Meteor team shouted his name outside the podium, especially Philman. He thought that he suggested Tao Li to combine work and rest last time, which caused Tao Li to get the runner-up in this race. .

The reporter saw that Firman, one of the owners of Meteor, was so excited. When interviewing Tao Li, he said: "Tao Li, thank you for dedicating a wonderful game. This is the first time you have entered the race after you changed the race engineer. While you have proved yourself on the podium, your seat must have been secured."

After Tao Li took off his helmet, he was not as complacent as the reporter imagined. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat with his arm, and answered irrelevant questions wearily: "Hope is so good. I tried my best, but I couldn't catch up with him."

Up to now, Hope has won the championship in six consecutive races, leading the overall standings of drivers.

"Yes, Hope has tied the great record of Berlusconi's six consecutive championships that year. If Hope wins the championship again in the next race, he will set a new record in F1." The reporter said, the voice Turning around, "He is in his prime, and your F1 career has just begun. I am looking forward to your head-to-head confrontation in the future."

Tao Li no longer had the docile manner he used to ask and answer, he was wrapped in loneliness, said "thank you", and walked away with long legs.

Not far away, Leo felt very uncomfortable seeing Tao Li like this.

After finally getting the runner-up, why pretend to be gloomy?

Leo couldn't help thinking of the interview when he won the runner-up last time. He was very excited, but the reporter didn't praise his driving skills at all. Instead, he asked him if he had thanked Tao Li.

The aggrieved feeling of not being recognized because of Tao Li, and the current seat crisis made him unable to like Tao Li at all.

It can't go on like this, the seat must be kept.

Leo pursed his lips and stepped up the stairs to the driver's lounge.

At the gate of the driver's lounge, Christie and Samli were congratulating Tao Li, and even Apeli raised her chin arrogantly and said, "You should have done this a long time ago, show the confidence that suppressed me back then, and tell everyone that you are a little bit material."

Tao Li was abruptly laughed at by Apeli. He, who had always been at odds with Apeli, took the initiative to high-five Apeli: "You overtook Fisker and got third. I am also proud of you, a paying driver. The title will finally be taken off."

They were all competitors on the track, but after getting out of the car, they felt a little sympathetic to each other.Because being a racing driver in F1 is too stressful, and sometimes it can even make you breathless. Only by gritting your teeth and showing results can you have breathing room.So they have insight into each other's plight.

Apeli said viciously: "What paying driver, I think you are going to die!"

Tao Li turned around and ran, and Apeli chased after her, until she reached the corridor leading to the podium. The glare of the sun shot in, and cheers filled their ears like mountains and seas. They all slowed down by coincidence.

It's like going back to the days of F3 when they were always on the podium together.

That was their golden age, and no one doubted their strength.

Taoli and Apeli stood for a long time, their chests heaving.

When Hope turned into this road, he saw these two slanted and sharp silhouettes at a glance. He strode closer and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Tao Li turned around and looked at Hope with a smile: "Wait for you, the champion, to come on stage first."

Hope finally saw that it was Tao Li, looked back with a cold face, and strode towards the podium.Tao Li and A Peili followed behind him and greeted the crowd.

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The three of them took their places one by one.

Soon, Wilson's team representative also came out and stood aside.

The winning team will also receive a trophy.

Tao Li, who didn't care much about these things before, couldn't help wondering, if he could solve that second, would he stand on the podium with Berlusconi at this time?

Tao Li's eyes gradually became firm, and the next second he was poured cold by Apeli's champagne.He hastily opened his own champagne, spitting wildly at Apelie.Apeli hid behind Hope, but Tao Li was caught off guard and sprayed Hope all over.

"I didn't do it on purpose..." Before Taoli could finish his explanation, he was ruthlessly besieged by Hope and Apeli.

The invincible Taoli sprinted down the stage in a shower of champagne, found Berlusconi, and climbed onto his back with lightning speed.

The champagne rain stopped in seconds.

Seeing the champagne and the third runner-up backing away with champagne, Taoli hugged Berlusconi's neck and laughed out loud.

Berlusconi's Adam's apple rolled.

Watching Hope and Apeli leave, Taoli's voice was hoarse and proud, and all the warm breath sprayed into Berlusconi's ear, "I knew it, you are my safe haven."

"Come down." Berlusconi's voice was tense. "You're sticky."

"You carry me back to take a bath, or they will attack me again."

"Who cares about you."

"Then I won't come down!"

Taoli was playing tricks, hooking Berlusconi's body with both hands and feet more forcefully. Berlusconi closed his eyes deeply and said impatiently, "Okay, please be honest."

As he said that, Berlusconi picked up Taoli's knees with both hands, and finally fixed the legs that were rubbing indiscriminately.

Tao Li pointed his finger in the direction behind the P room, and said with a smile, "Go back to the rest building of Meteor to wash."

Berlusconi carried Taoli on his back, passed the track, and walked to the rest building.

Along the way, many people paid attention to them.

Tao Li didn't care, leaned on Berlusconi's broad shoulders, looked at Berlusconi's handsome profile, and asked, "Why don't you continue to run the race?"

In fact, Fisco and Berlusconi are the same age, and some racers are still racing at the age of 40. As long as there are seats, there is no age at which they must retire.

Moreover, although Berlusconi has a great record, he has won more world championships than him in history, and there are several racing predecessors, including his father.

With Berlusconi's momentum back then, he can definitely stay and break the records left by his predecessors... Or is there something wrong with Berlusconi's health?

Taoli looked down at Berlusconi's hands and feet.

Berlusconi raised his eyes, looked at the gray asphalt track, and said dullly: "I have cleared the customs four times, and I don't want to waste any more time."

"..."

As Berlusconi went up the stairs, the wind in the aisle blew, and his half-long hair hit Taoli's face. Taoli held his hair and smoothed it, and helped him pin it behind his ears.

"Then tell me when will I be able to clear the level once, even if I can clear one track." Tao Li muttered, "You teach me."

"I have nothing left to teach you."

The locker room was right in front of us, and Taoli approached Berlusconi's ear and whispered viciously: "There is one thing I can teach me, and that is..."

The soft red lips touching his ears from time to time, and the ambiguous teasing in the words challenged Berlusconi's reason inch by inch.

Berlusconi's eyes were deep, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You should be glad that you are a minor, and you don't have to be responsible for your words at this moment, otherwise you will die today."