Zhang Yifei said the adjective "100%" in a simple and rough manner, without explanation or modesty!

Hearing Zhang Yifei's words, Donnie felt disapproving. Although this Chinese driver gave him a different feeling, it was simply a joke to say that he would definitely be on the podium.

"To be honest, I appreciate your confident attitude, but many times confidence cannot change the result."

"Then let's wait and see tomorrow."

Zhang Yifei also became tough. The doubts of Europeans and Americans were too common. The reporter in front of him was pretty good, at least he maintained the basic qualities of a sports reporter. Although there was something in his words, he did not openly sarcasticly.

Think about what achievements or breakthroughs have been made by Chinese athletes in the international community in the future. The first reaction of these European and American media is to question whether they are cheating, taking medicine, etc. Many of them even name names, which has been common.

Fortunately, racing has no way to question these things, so they can only doubt their strength.

There is no country in the world, but athletes have nationality.

After the interview, Junko Takeda also realized that Zhang Yifei was a little unhappy. She walked over and comforted him: "Ichifeijun, the Japanese driver who came to Europe before has also been questioned a lot, so you don't have to take it too seriously."

Hearing this, Zhang Yifei said indifferently: "This question is not worthy of me to take this little scene."

Although Ah Hu couldn't understand what they were saying, he also felt Zhang Yifei's expression change, so he came over and said, "Brother Fei, did that foreign reporter say something? If this is in China, I'll give him a wrench!"

Seeing Ah Hu's angry look, he couldn't help laughing: "Is it okay for you to be civilized? I'm not a car repair, I'm giving you a wrench..."

"It's not about you. As a mobility repairman, it's reasonable for me to carry a wrench with me."

After hearing this, Zhang Yifei knocked on Ah Hu's head: "A reasonable big-headed ghost, it seems that you are just idle. Quickly inspect the racing car and you will run tomorrow."

"Also, it's not okay to be uneducated these days. You and Brother Zhi's English teacher will be here in the evening. I'll give you half a year. No matter what method you use, you must reach the level of oral communication."

Ah Hu was not afraid of anything else. When he heard words like English and half a year, he became a sad face. Culture was really not his strength.

Brother Zhi's expression was not much better, but he was also the eldest brother after all, so he had to take the lead and could only hold on.

After the game is over, the next thing is the post-match maintenance, because there will be a main competition tomorrow, and this is the main meal at Monza Station.

Zhang Yifei changed out of his racing suit. I have to say that summer competition is really a torture. The cockpit temperature can reach up to 80 degrees. In addition, for safety and fire prevention, the racing suit and helmet basically completely enclosed the body. After a game, it is almost like a sauna.

Now Zhang Yifei understands why the drivers dehydrated for nearly two hours in a Formula event and the number of kilograms is as high as a few kilograms. It only took half an hour of the race, so it is estimated that dehydration will be calculated in kilograms.

After changing his clothes, Zhang Yifei did not stay in the P room to debug the racing car together, but returned to the hotel alone, preparing to take a shower and other things before going to the airport, because He Ziling was about to come over tonight and he wanted to pick him up.

Let’s not talk about the relationship between classmates and his commitment to He Lang, just say that a little girl came to Milan, Italy to help her team train her English, and she didn’t charge any money!

This friendship is already very heavy. If it weren't for tomorrow's main competition, the team would have to undergo a post-match maintenance, otherwise everyone would have come to pick us up.

By the time Zhang Yifei arrived at the airport, it was already evening. On the way, Zhang Yifei was thinking in his mind whether he should rent a car in Milan or something, otherwise this trip would be inconvenient.

Not to mention the cost of taking a taxi every time, even if you want to take a bus, this era is not like later generations. If you have any help with mobile maps, you also have to buy a paper travel map, and then ask passers-by which route to take, which stop to go, etc.

Getting used to the convenience of future generations, Zhang Yifei often feels very painful when traveling to unfamiliar places.

When he arrived at the pick-up gate, there were still quite a lot of people. Zhang Yifei was thinking about whether to build a brand or something, which was more conspicuous. But thinking about it, it was not that he didn't know him, so he wouldn't have to do this, so he just stayed in the crowd and waited honestly.

The waiting time was longer than expected, and the plane was delayed by half an hour and waited for more than an hour before I saw someone appearing at the boarding gate.

About a few minutes later, He Ziling appeared in Zhang Yifei's sight, which was different from the school's plain face and wearing a school uniform. Today, He Ziling was wearing light makeup on her face and a white lace dress, which had an indescribable freshness and elegance, which was very suitable for her temperament.

When Zhang Yifei saw this scene, he suddenly remembered an old song called "The Era of White Clothes". He Ziling is like walking out of a movie scroll at this moment. Even though Zhang Yifei has seen too many beauties in his two lives, he is a little shocked by He Ziling's makeup today. He really has a girl next door growing up.

"Zhang Yifei."

He Ziling saw Zhang Yifei standing in the crowd and staring at him blankly, and first shouted.

This woke Zhang Yifei up from his fantasy and quickly put away his appearance as a pig, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

"Thank you all the way, thank you very much."

Zhang Yifei didn't know what to say, so he could only say hello politely.

Although the two are classmates, to be honest, they are not familiar with each other in the class. Putting aside the limited communication in the first half of the year of high school, there may be no more than five conversations between two people in the first and second year of high school. It is the kind of person who may not even be able to call his name after graduation a few years.

"Don't do it so formally, okay. If you want to thank me, I'd better thank my brother. If he didn't recommend it, I wouldn't come to Milan alone."

In comparison, He Ziling obviously had to relax and even joked with Zhang Yifei with a smile.

"It seems that your brother has a good impression of me, which shows from the side that I am a down-to-earth and reliable person, young and promising person!"

"Thinking too much, he just thinks you have good driving skills."

“This is also an advantage.”

After all, the friendship between classmates was here for a few years, and the strangeness disappeared a lot after a few words. Zhang Yifei took out the suitcase from He Ziling, and the two walked towards the taxi area outside the airport together.

Taking a taxi and heading to the hotel where the team stayed, He Ziling asked curiously at this time: "Aren't you participating in the Renault Formula? How are you running now?"

"I just finished the qualifying race today and won the fourth pick. Tomorrow is the main competition."

"Quining fourth in the rankings, it's amazing."

"You know racing, too?"

Zhang Yifei asked curiously, and many boys in this era don’t even know what the equation is, let alone girls.

"My brother is a professional driver. I have been to the UK to see him practice since I was a child, and gradually I have learned about racing."

"He said that the most difficult thing to run in China is the formula. You are the first Chinese driver to stand in the European arena, so he supports you so much."

Many times, only when both drivers know the difficulties behind it. Compared with the domestic pulling force, RV and equation are as desolate as a desert.
Chapter completed!