Chapter 69 - 63: 488 Pista

Words : 1730 Updated : Sep 12th, 2025

Chapter 69: Chapter 63: 488 PistaAfter all, it was the hotel’s internal parking lot. Although there was some foot traffic, most of these people had their own business. Even if they saw this rare supercar parked inside, at most they would stop and take a few glances, snap a photo, and then leave. So at this time, there was no one in front of Qin Miao’s Ferrari. For some unknown reason, when Qimeng parked the car yesterday, she parked it quite straight, not affecting the two parking spaces beside it. Yet, despite this, all other parking spots were filled overnight, but the two spaces next to Qin Miao’s Ferrari remained vacant. It was unclear whether cars had parked there originally and just drove off in the morning, or if no one dared to park there at all throughout the night. Qin Miao had already seen his Ferrari yesterday, but since he had been drinking, and the yellow wine’s effects were strong, his mind grew more muddled as time passed, preventing him from properly admiring the car that was his. Morning light spilled over the red supercar, adding another dazzling layer of brilliance to its already shimmering body. Eagerly arriving by the car, Qin Miao circled his Ferrari carefully, like admiring a rare world-class art piece, as if trying to memorize every line on the car body, every detail, every intake vent, and every aerodynamic design. Meanwhile, Qin Miao’s hands were restless, checking the side mirrors, touching the hood, tapping the wheels with his knuckles, and scraping the inside of the exhaust pipe with his hand to check for carbon deposits. Somewhat unwillingly but also reluctantly, after observing the car’s exterior, Qin Miao pulled Qimeng, and with a reverent mindset, gingerly sat inside the car. Looking at the suede interior, the carbon fiber paneling, the central console like an aircraft control stick, and the numerous control buttons on the steering wheel, sitting in the driver’s seat, Qin Miao suddenly felt that he had no other desires in life. It felt a bit like the Wise Man mode, his heart calm without disturbance by worldly desires, able to look at everything happening before him with peace and detachment. However, this state didn’t last long, as a wave of anticipation surged within Qin Miao once again. Without any hesitation, Qin Miao used a blue Man and Car Unity Skill Card. In an instant, Qin Miao received a feeling and feedback completely different from the AMG GT he drove yesterday. The saying goes, "Comparisons are odious," applying the same logic to cars. With the two skill cards, Qin Miao’s familiarity and understanding of the vehicles were equally matched, allowing him to control this car under him as freely as if controlling his own hands. But the inherent quality of the two cars defined the quality of these "two hands." If the hand of the AMG GT is compared to a normal person’s hand, then the 488 Pista is like the hand of an esports professional player. Whether in response or hand speed, it’s at least twice as fast as the former. Apart from the sensation brought by the quality difference between the two cars, the different caliber of the cards gave Qin Miao more feedback and more related knowledge. After using this blue card, not only were the vehicle’s limitations further lifted, but Qin Miao could also clearly sense the state of more components of the car. For instance, the engine, transmission, chassis, suspension, and even the tires. Qin Miao had a feeling that as soon as this car started moving, he could easily sense the wear status of these components, just like looking down to check the length of his own fingernails. Besides this, Qin Miao also gained a clearer understanding and knowledge of the internal structure of the 488 Pista. To put it somewhat exaggeratedly, if Qin Miao’s car got damaged, he could even buy parts from the Ferrari official website and repair the car himself, making it indistinguishable in condition from a new car. Discovering the wonders of the Man and Car Unity Skill Card, Qin Miao was utterly enamored with his ride beneath him. Eagerly, he started the engine, and as he listened to the roar of the Ferrari 488 Pista’s 3.9T 720 horsepower V8 engine, an involuntary smile of enjoyment appeared on Qin Miao’s face. The smile was completely subconscious, the genuine smile of a big boy upon receiving his beloved toy, devoid of any pretense. Turning his head towards Qimeng, who was seated in the passenger seat, Qin Miao asked excitedly, "How is it? Does the sound of this car’s roar sound good?" At this point, Qin Miao lightly pressed the accelerator, amplifying the engine’s roar a bit more. After all, Qin Miao had just received this car, and it was his first time in the driver’s seat of this car. Even if he wanted to show off in front of Qimeng, Qin Miao didn’t dare to rev the engine too aggressively. "Hmm, sounds nice, deep and powerful, full of vitality." Although Qimeng’s words were somewhat perfunctory, Qin Miao didn’t care at all. What he wanted now wasn’t compliments from others; he was just too excited after acquiring his dream supercar and wanted to share his inner joy with someone. "Haha, right? Buckle up safely! Let’s head to Shanghai and run a few laps!" Qin Miao impatiently fastened his seatbelt, shifted to first gear, and drove the car out of the parking space. Although this car was Qin Miao’s first, he had watched many car videos on Bilibili. He knew these supercars looked cool and were fast, but to achieve better balance and grip on the track, their chassis and suspension were tuned to be quite stiff. The seats also had to compromise to accommodate high-speed driving, as softer seats would be affected by G-forces at high speeds, causing the driver to shift position and affecting the driving. To prevent this situation, racing seats are tuned to be stiff. Having driven an F4 and sat in a GT3, Qin Miao understood this deeply. But this car was different. This car had an option for bumpy roads, located on the left side of the steering wheel. Once pressed, the suspension would soften a lot, and the comfort of driving would immediately increase. The seat adjustment was moderate, offering a wrap-around feel while not being too hard. In high-speed turns, the seat’s support was also within an acceptable range. It could be said that the comfort of this car was even better than the AMG GT Qin Miao had sat in, though compared to a Maybach, it was completely outclassed. Meanwhile, the engine was quite comfortable when driving on city roads. With Qin Miao’s very calm driving style, the engine was quiet, avoiding the constant roaring with just a little throttle. But when reaching more open road conditions, Qin Miao pressed the accelerator a bit deeper, and the engine would respond rapidly and fiercely, pushing the car forward with an intense roar. This abrupt surge of power and the extremely linear acceleration and shifting excited Qin Miao greatly. The engine of this car could be described as quiet as a virgin, yet moving like a rabbit. The hotel where they stayed was not far from Shanghai originally; it only took half an hour to walk there. Now, with driving, it took less than five minutes for Qin Miao and Qimeng to reach the entrance of Shanghai. Today was another open day, and they followed the usual ticket process. However, since Qin Miao drove here today, there were some changes in the entry location, but the other processes remained mostly the same. "Mengmeng, do you want to wait for me in the stands?" Qin Miao, preparing to drive his beloved sports car on the track for a great experience, suddenly remembered Yu Jialiang puking at the T1 entrance yesterday. Qimeng replied without hesitation, "No, I want to experience the feeling of speeding on the track." Qin Miao had no reason to refuse, but he instructed, "If you can’t handle it, just tap my arm directly." "By the way." After giving the instructions, Qin Miao got out of the car, took a plastic bag from the front trunk, and handed it to Qimeng upon returning to the car: "If you’re compelled to vomit, just use the plastic bag." "I wasn’t worried before, but now you’re making me a little nervous." Qimeng furrowed her pretty brows. Qin Miao said while retrieving the helmet, "Actually, it’s not a big problem. Although this is a supercar, its downforce is just mediocre compared to an F4 or professional GT3 racing cars, which are much faster. Plus, this is my own car, and you’re here too; for safety reasons, I definitely won’t push too hard. So, just sit back and relax." Qimeng puffed her cheeks, "You were just asking me to get out, and now you’re persuading me to stay." Qin Miao laughed, "Just showing off; the sense of achievement is surely higher in front of your own girlfriend." Saying this, Qin Miao didn’t idle his hands; the helmet prepared for himself was actually placed on Qimeng’s head. Although the helmet wasn’t cheap, it didn’t use memory foam inside, so placing it on Qimeng’s head wouldn’t lead to unstable wearing. Qimeng didn’t resist Qin Miao’s macho behavior, letting him secure the helmet on her head. "Do you need to use the restroom?" After helping Qimeng with the helmet and checking the fastening degree to ensure there were no issues, Qin Miao asked. "No need." Although Qimeng said so, she started feeling a bit nervous, and her right hand instinctively held onto the door handle. Qin Miao nodded, gripped the steering wheel, and switched the 488 Pista’s driving mode to RACE mode, the track mode. In this mode, the 488 Pista would unleash all its performance, with the engine operating at maximum power, the gearbox at racing optimal state, achieving extreme shifting speed, and no power lag in output. Vehicle suspension would be more track-oriented, and all electronic control system interventions would be greatly reduced. Even though Qimeng held onto the car’s handle, her heart was still somewhat restless, turning her head to seek some comfort from Qin Miao. However, at this moment, Qin Miao was radiating a strong aura of confidence, making Qimeng momentarily dazed.

Chapter 69 - 63: 488 Pista

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