"Yes, it's me." Leclerc nodded with a smile and sincerely praised, "Your driving skills are pretty good, one of the best I've seen in simulation racing."
Faced with Leclerc's compliment, Qin Miao still appeared a bit dazed and foolish.
If you put yourself in Qin Miao's shoes at this moment, you wouldn't find Qin Miao's behavior surprising at all.
You initially joined a small competition just for fun, put in some effort to win, and were feeling quite pleased. Then suddenly, the person who gave you quite some pressure lifted his helmet: Surprised? I'm Leclerc, Ferrari's F1 driver.
Anyone would be confused for a while in such a situation.
"Whoa..." After taking a moment, Qin Miao blurted out a Chinese exclamation, then somewhat overwhelmed, held Leclerc's outstretched hand, saying, "I can't believe it; the person I raced against is actually Leclerc."
Leclerc replied, "It's an honor to race with you. Also, congratulations on defeating me and winning."
