Zhang Yifei smiled and replied, even when he was a teammate, he never expressed his thoughts openly and honestly with Alaisi.

Sometimes life is really full of surprises. I didn’t expect that at Monaco Station, I would stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and chat with Alessi.

"Actually, I know the pressure behind you is just like I chose to join Prost, which was to revive France's racing dream, but I was also met with cold eyes and ridicule."

"What I couldn't do is almost accomplished in your hands."

Alessi smiled a little bitterly on his face. He had hoped to work with Prost to build a French team that stood at the peak of racing, but it turned out to be a joke. Even French local companies laughed at their naivety and innocence.

I thought this expectation would become a dream, but I didn't expect that a Chinese driver would eventually see the possibility of a dream coming true.

"But at least your dream of France still has the foundation to support it. Without me, a Chinese, the Americans and British who still have the Renault convoy, holding the banner of the French convoy, but conquering the highest honor."

"And there is no one behind me. This is why I work hard because I can't afford to lose."

When he heard this, Alessi took his eyes off the brightly lit Monaco track and looked at Zhang Yifei standing beside him.

"Do you know why I chose to be your wingman last season?"

"strength?"

Zhang Yifei asked a tentative question.

Alessi shook his head and said, "For a proud F1 driver, strength cannot be completely surrendered, let alone a new Chinese guy like you."

"What is that?"

"I agree and respect your desire for the championship and your honor to the motherland."

When he said this, what happened to Alaixi was thinking of the ridicule and abuse of Zhang Yifei in the entire track.

It was precisely under this pressure that this young Chinese boy never surrendered and surrendered, challenging the rules and injustice of the world. At least in Alessi's career, he had never seen such a situation, so he was shocked.

"Isn't your big French team's dream the same?"

"Maybe, but as you said before, the difficulty is different. The previous team of ligier can afford to lose, Prost can actually afford to lose, and even the current team of Renault is not afraid of losing."

"And if you, a Chinese boy, lose, you will have nothing in the future."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Yifei smiled and did not continue.

Even if he had an unexpected chance to speak to Alessi, he didn't want to complain like a resentful woman.

And in a sense, it is true that if you lose in this era, you will disappear, but at least in the future, Zhang Yifei is always full of hope for Chinese racing.

Zhang Yifei didn't say anything, and Alaixi naturally didn't want to continue talking about this topic. After all, he and Zhang Yifei were not familiar with that kind of close friend, and it was more of a conceptual recognition.

"I may return to France after watching your first practice game tomorrow."

"So fast?"

It was Zhang Yifei's turn to be surprised. He thought Alessi would have to stay for at least a few days to watch the Monaco Grand Prix, but he didn't expect to leave tomorrow.

"I'm no longer an F1 driver, and I've told you what I should say today."

"I believe that with your talent and understanding ability, you can basically master them. Those that you cannot master for the time being are almost enough for three practice games."

"Alessi, do you have so much confidence in me?"

Zhang Yifei had a playful smile on his face. He really didn't expect that Alaisi would look down on him so much.

"If you don't have confidence, will I be your wingman?"

Alessi said sarcastically that the Chinese driver he once looked down upon, but eventually made himself a wingman.

"Actually, I hope you can stay and at least finish watching this Monaco Grand Prix."

Zhang Yifei kept it and said that this game was greatly helped by Alessi. He hoped that Alessi could see that he had lived up to his efforts.

"No need, you and Alonso, I believe you will give Prost a good result."

"If you want to watch a game, I look forward to witnessing your glorious moment of winning the world championship on the East China Sea track in the future!"

"I also look forward to such a day."

Zhang Yifei replied lightly, this is his biggest goal in his career.

After hearing this, Alessi didn't say anything else, but turned around and walked towards his room.

Maybe he stood in front of this floor-to-ceiling window tonight and wanted to chat with Zhang Yifei. After all, he had not said a few words openly after being teammates for a year.

Looking at Alonso's distant back, Zhang Yifei may have only emotion in his heart, except for gratitude.

If nothing unexpected happens, this French veteran can give him the final help. It is not as a wingman, but as a predecessor and former teammate.
Chapter completed!