stand shoulder to shoulder

Commentator B said: "Cohen has become famous completely. Even if he hasn't got the Meteor contract for next year, but he has this championship, and he is more than enough to go to any team."

Commentator A said: "This year's F1 rookies are really excellent. Taoli, Samli and Cohen all performed amazingly. Next year's F1 race will be even more exciting."

On the screen, Cohen was talking to Berlusconi with a smile while the cold Berlusconi shook his head.

"Is Cohen inviting Berlusconi to be on the podium with him?" Commentator B said, "Speaking of which, the Meteor has won so many championships, but Berlusconi has never been on the podium once."

"I'm tired of it." Narrator A said, suddenly began to gossip, "But I'm very interested in Berlusconi's bruise."

"Who isn't?" commentator B said, "When I saw someone secretly taking photos of Berlusconi at the airport on the Internet, I was stunned and wondered if it was P's. When I saw it today, it really wasn't. Whoever hits so hard doesn't diminish at all."

The photos quickly spread on the Internet, and this incident has become a little bit of talk between everyone after tea and dinner.

"It was rumored that his girlfriend beat him."

Narrator B said: "I saw someone listed his main itinerary for this year, either in the paddock or in the company. I feel that my girlfriend's career must be related to racing, otherwise I don't have time to date."

After a brief two-second silence, the two commentators said in unison: "Stella."

"The case is solved."

"Friends in the audience, we don't intend to mislead you. This is just our guess. But how about Berlusconi, who wants to grab the championship that the old man is bound to win, and at the same time date his daughter."

"Hahahahaha... Is it because my father-in-law is unhappy that I didn't make it public? Is this bruise caused by my father-in-law or my girlfriend?"

"Hahahaha..." Narrator A brought the topic back, "It's crooked, we have to talk about racing cars!"

"Okay, the next stop in F1 is Italy," commentator B said with a light smile, "It depends on who Berlusconi brings home."

The camera flicked past Berlusconi, then panned to the crowd of racing drivers weighing themselves.

·

Tao Li just got off the weighing scale and handed in all the items to be tested during the race. While taking off his racing suit, he walked through the crowd and walked back to Marcus' room.

The technicians were dismantling the equipment, and Taoli turned to the Marcus Rest Building. The sunset was heavy, and Taoli raised his hand and rubbed his face when he walked up the stairs.

Up to the second floor, Tao Li met the boss Barron.

"Taully," Barron said, "don't give up, Marcus' car can drive to the podium."

Tawley knew that Barron had told him not to give up because he had heard his radio.

"That's not what I meant." Tao Li said hastily, "I just decided to give up studying theoretical knowledge. I feel like a scumbag like me, it's better to study hard than rely on my feelings."

Barron was taken aback: "Why do you think so?"

Tao Li is organizing his words, and the adjustments he made intuitively with the help of pit stops this time have greatly helped his game, so——

"You said that I invited so many engineers and mechanics, and everyone is well versed in theoretical knowledge, why do you need to learn from textbooks?"

Tao Li was dumbfounded by the question: "Ah, I..."

"The difference between Hardy and Abner has never been about who has poorer professional knowledge, or who is not good at theoretical knowledge." Baron said, "Hope likes Hardy, and Samley is more used to Alvin." Buner, and you didn't go either way. Three of you, three different directions in the setup, but you all got podiums."

"You mean there's no single answer to tuning."

"Yes." Barron was a little anxious, but had to be patient and said, "The only answer is to believe in yourself."

Tao Li was lost in thought, and the broadening shoulders of the man were filled with the magnificent colors of the setting sun.

Barron sighed, patted Tao Li on the shoulder, walked towards the stairs, and said, "If I had known earlier, I would have stopped you in the last two weeks."

Tao Li was taken aback.

·

Later, when he returned to the hotel, Taoli took a shower and saw Berlusconi's missed call on his mobile phone. He was fine when he was idle, so he simply went to find Berlusconi.

Meteor and Marcus are in the same hotel, and Berlusconi gave Taolimenka on the first day here.

So he brushed open the door of Berlusconi's hotel room with ease, opened the door and took off his shoes carelessly, suddenly felt something was wrong, Taoli slowly raised his head——

The reception area was full of people and filming machines, apparently preparing for an interview, and at this moment everyone was staring at him intently.

Tao Li breathed out subconsciously, and it took a while before he said, "Sorry, I... found Mr. Berlusconi's key card..."

The reporter with the microphone frowned.

Taoli suddenly came to his senses. If Berlusconi's key card was lost, how did this group of people get into the room?

He actually thought of such a lame reason! ! !

Taoli made up for it: "It seems that Mr. Berlusconi...has two access cards..."

The reporter loosened his brows and said, "It seems so, he just went out to make a call—here he is—"

There were footsteps behind him, and Tao Li was about to turn his head when someone grabbed his shoulders from behind wantonly. He walked forward involuntarily, and the familiar body fragrance forcibly enveloped him.

Taoli looked up, and Berlusconi said blankly: "Didn't I tell you to put the card at the front desk?"

"Um, yes," Tao Li lied with difficulty. "But I still want to drop by and talk to you."

Berlusconi was very calm: "I still have interviews, you wait for a while."

"Ok."

The reporter retracted his gaze and began to read the manuscript he had prepared.

Tao Li stayed behind the camera cautiously at first. After a while, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he opened the refrigerator in a familiar way, and took out a large bowl of cherries from it.

Then he stood at the bar, plugged in his earphones, and watched the game video while eating, his lips turned bright red.

Silvio Berlusconi stared at his wet head hanging down while eating, absent-mindedly answering reporters' questions.

"...Okay, then, the next step is to answer questions from netizens." The reporter took out a box from the back and said, "We have collected a lot of questions from car fans on the Internet this week, please choose three of them. Zhang, and make an answer."

Berlusconi put his hand into the box, took a random card and handed it to the reporter. The reporter read: "This car fan said, Berlusconi, I am very curious about how the injury on your face was caused."

Berlusconi glanced at the reporter, under the reporter's guilty smile, he said without any pressure: "Tauli hit him."

"Ah?" The reporter was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look for Tao Li. He saw Tao Li eating cherries, and he didn't seem to regard himself as an outsider, but this is Berlusconi's room... The reporter asked in a daze , "Why did Tao Li hit you?"

"Well, we were boxing together, and he accidentally hit me."

The reporter turned around and said, "Everyone thought it was the girlfriend who hit me."

Berlusconi crossed his legs and said with a natural expression: "There is no girlfriend, only Taoli."

"Okay." The reporter who thought he didn't ask his girlfriend's name was a little disappointed, and felt a little pitiful for Tao Li.

When Berlusconi and Stella were camping, Rataoli came to confuse the public.

Now that Berlusconi has a girlfriend, he also uses Ratauli as a shield.

It stands to reason that Tao Li has left Meteor, so he has no such obligation.

The reporter shook his head disapprovingly, handed out the box again, and asked Berlusconi to draw a question card.