With a heavy pat on Qin Miao's shoulder, Leclerc said with a forced smile, "You bastard, how did you run that lap so fast?"
It was obvious that despite their familiarity, Leclerc wasn't too happy about Qin Miao snatching pole position from him during qualifying.
Qin Miao spread his hands with an innocent look: "What's it got to do with me? If you want to blame someone, blame Perez and Red Bull."
Leclerc retorted confidently, "Right now, it's just you in front of me, and the fact is you're right in front of me, so who else should I blame?"
"Well, there's nothing that can be done, buddy. I'm just too strong. If there's someone to blame, it's yourself for not pushing to the limit on your first flying lap in Q3."
"Damn, who can run a first flying lap in Q3 like you, risking everything? What if there's an accident, wouldn't the entire race be ruined?"
"I don't care, if you've got the skill, learn from me."
