Speed ​​God

Chapter 93 Landlord Friendship
In the bustling crowd, no one paid attention to a GP3 driver or an F2 driver. In Monaco, a city teeming with celebrities, they were all nobodys, no different from the passersby.

However, Leclerc noticed Lu Zhizhou immediately.

Perhaps he wasn't the tallest, nor did he wear fancy jewelry or have a glamorous following, but the elegance and casualness he exuded always shone quietly. You didn't even need to scrutinize his features and eyes; if your gaze swept over him unintentionally, you couldn't help but look back for another second.

"Zhizhou!"

Leclerc raised his right hand, rubbed his wet hair, and took the lead in greeting, striding forward without hiding his surprise.

"What brings you here? I thought you were in Maranello."

Lu Zhizhou shrugged slightly, his face serious. "I received a VIP invitation and it was really hard to refuse. I reluctantly came to watch the game and give F1 some face."

Leclerc was taken aback by his serious demeanor and actually believed him.

It wasn't until she saw the smile in Lu Zhizhou's eyes that Leclerc realized, "Ha, you almost fooled me."

Lu Zhizhou, “Charles, whose name is ‘Charles’ in French, you’re too honest. You’ll get kidnapped if you’re not careful. You need to be careful in Maranello; there are a lot of scammers there.”

Leclerc: ...

"Haha." Lu Zhizhou couldn't hold back any longer. "You should look at your own expression."

Leclerc spread his hands silently and looked up at the sky.

Lu Zhizhou laughed even harder, and finally stopped bullying the honest man. "But what about you? What are you doing at the hotel? I thought you were from Monaco."

Monaco, Leclerc's home ground.

Naturally, Lu Zhizhou assumed that Leclerc should live at home.

Leclerc waved his hand, "I don't have my own apartment yet, I still live with my parents. I did go home and stayed a few nights a few days ago; but with the race weekend coming up, our schedules are completely different, and I don't want to disturb their daily lives. My dad hasn't been feeling well lately, he needs to rest, so I came to the hotel with the team..."

As he spoke, Leclerc's expression darkened, and his bright eyes gradually dimmed.

But only for a second, Leclerc took a deep breath. "Sorry, I shouldn't have talked about this..." He rubbed his eyes and forced a smile.

Lu Zhizhou returned the smile, "No, no need. Your father... he must really want to see you win the championship here, right?"

Leclerc nodded, shrugged, mumbled something as if trying to say something, but found the words stuck in his throat. Realizing his embarrassment, he quickly covered it up with a smile. "Yes, that's right. They'll be looking out of the apartment, you know, we can see the track from our windows."

Lu Zhizhou: "Ah, the privilege of Monaco residents, being able to watch F1 races without buying tickets, every household is the envy of others."

Leclerc could hear the teasing in Lu Zhizhou's words and chuckled twice. "If you need, you can go to my balcony to watch the game. There won't be any crowds there, and my mom would be more than happy to prepare fruit and dinner for you, making sure you weigh five pounds more."

Lu Zhizhou, however, recalled that the Leclerc couple had not forgotten his gift last Christmas. "Perfect timing," he said, "my mother insists that I visit your home in person to express my gratitude for not forgetting me this Christmas and New Year."

For the first part, Leclerc was confused, but then he finally understood and was about to politely refuse.

Lu Zhizhou spoke first, "My mother is serious. She prepared a gift herself, and if I don't pass it on, I might not be able to go home this year. Xia Er, you have to help, although I strongly doubt whether you will need that gift and it might just add useless clutter."

Leclerc looked slightly shy and reserved, but couldn't help chuckling. "My mother is the same way."

Lu Zhizhou patted Leclerc on the shoulder, "Then it's settled. After the competition, I'll find some time to personally visit Mr. and Mrs. Leclerc." Leclerc rubbed his arms and grinned, "Mr. and Mrs. Leclerc, oh God."

Lu Zhizhou spread his hands. "I'm trying to play the good boy, okay? Please don't reveal my true colors."

Leclerc chuckled, his mood finally brightening a bit, and stopped joking. "Where are you headed? Need directions?"

Lu Zhizhou: "I don't know, is it necessary? I'm going out for a jog. I took the train here early this morning, and I haven't finished my daily training yet."

Leclerc understood immediately. Lu Zhizhou was a very lazy and easygoing person. He wouldn't immerse himself in simulators and training all day long. He would play when he wanted to play and relax when he wanted to relax. He always knew how to enjoy life. But that didn't mean he would slack off. In fact, he was the most disciplined student at Maranello.

He trains every day, with high quality and quantity, without ever missing a day. He doesn't add extra training, but once he starts training, he gives it his all.

Like today, if he misses training in the morning, he will find a chance to make up for it on his own without supervision, and he will never cut corners.

So, while Lu Zhizhou is indeed lazy, in Leclerc's view, he is also the most self-disciplined person he has ever met.

Leclerc thought for a moment, "I'll go with you."

"With the race weekend approaching, the streets are blocked off everywhere, and there are many construction sites. You might easily get lost. Let's go for a jog together."

In fact, Lu Zhizhou wasn't worried about getting lost. If he did get lost, he would simply enjoy the unknown scenery; that was his philosophy of life.

However, Lu Zhizhou noticed that Leclerc was agitated, and it seemed that he was still worried about his father's condition. Perhaps Leclerc needed to expend his energy so that he could focus on the game.

“That would be wonderful, thank you, Charles, whose French name is ‘Charles’,” Lu Zhizhou said.

Leclerc could sense Lu Zhizhou's teasing and rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Then, Leclerc followed Lu Zhizhou out of the hotel and jogged slowly towards the coastline.

"So, how was the practice race today?" Generally speaking, it's best not to talk while running and to pay attention to breathing. But sometimes, in order to deliberately disrupt their breathing, increase the "burden" of running, and train their ability to adjust, they will chat.

Leclerc let out a soft breath. "First."

"Wow!"

“I grew up here, and I know every corner of the track. Look, there, do you see that? That’s my elementary school.”

"No wonder. It seems Monaco can look forward to their home driver's dream of winning the championship?"

"That's the goal. But... sometimes when you're too eager, the pressure comes..."

While chatting and jogging, Leclerc was opening up, but Lu Zhizhou couldn't respond and pulled Leclerc to a stop.

"Sherlock, over there, is that person about to fall?"

Following Lu Zhizhou's gaze, a figure stood precariously on the edge of the yacht, seemingly about to be carried away by the wind.

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(End of this chapter)