"Got an idea?" Seeing Qin Miao's movement, Qimeng asked curiously.

Qin Miao nodded slightly, "Before the accident happened, I hadn't even thought about it, but now look." At this, Qin Miao motioned with his mouth towards Verstappen's car, "He's just that close to me, it'd be a shame not to try.

If I actually manage to clinch a Grand Prix victory, even if I'm lounging at home all day, my mom won't say anything."

Seeing Qin Miao's confident demeanor, Qimeng shook her head with a smile, "That's all you're aiming for."

"Let's not talk about this." Qin Miao quickly changed the topic, pinching the fabric of Qimeng's sleeve to make sure she was warmly dressed, and then asked, "Not cold, right?"

Qimeng smiled and nodded, "Not cold."

Qin Miao nodded slightly, and as his team's technicians arrived, he had them adjust the front wing of his car to the qualifying angle, while pulling Qimeng to the side to watch as the technicians fitted a set of new soft tires to his car.

With Qin Miao's tire management skills and the low tire wear characteristics of this track, he wouldn't have to worry about tire wear even with aggressive driving throughout the race. Although other drivers could also run the entire race with soft tires, it's questionable whether they have as many new tires as Qin Miao. Plus, the last few laps with tires hitting the cliff and lap times dropping rapidly is an issue they'd have to deal with.

But everyone is a professional driver, so they have tire-saving skills.

As Qin Miao looked at the Red Bull in front of him, with all four tires wrapped in warmers, a bold idea formed. He just might have a chance to touch a Grand Prix victory in this race, and the chance to overtake Verstappen would be in those final laps.

However, if he wanted Verstappen's tires to falter in the last few laps... he'd need to push him in these laps...

While Qin Miao was contemplating how to stay behind Verstappen and apply pressure without being shaken off, Frankie came over to Qin Miao's side.

Seeing the sweat on Frankie's head and his heavy panting, Qin Miao raised an eyebrow.

Qimeng, who jogged over, was only slightly out of breath, but Frankie was sweating profusely and panting heavily in this temperature.

Seeing this, Qin Miao couldn't help but tease, "If you keep gaining weight, you'll have problems sooner or later. The pit wall seat might not even support your weight. If it breaks under you, what will you do? I say you should train with me for a while."

Frankie wiped the sweat off his head and said seriously, "Now's not the time for that. I have some bad news for you."

Hearing this, Qin Miao dropped the playful expression and asked, "What news?"

Frankie wiped his sweat again and said hesitantly, "Toto wants you to help Hamilton hold off the two Ferraris to give Hamilton a chance to challenge Verstappen in the upcoming race."

Upon hearing the news from Frankie, Qin Miao was silent, and Qimeng beside him furrowed her brows. Just as she was about to say something, she noticed the FIA official staff filming them and refrained from saying anything in Qin Miao's defense.

Talking about this on camera wasn't meant to embarrass Qin Miao; it was because TR is shared by all teams. Whatever is said in TR can be received by other teams as well.

Once Ferrari receives this message, they will definitely act and prepare, which could lead to a disadvantage.

Conversely, conveying Toto's message face-to-face with Qin Miao was the most appropriate way.

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