After arriving at the tax office, they queued, got a ticket, paid taxes, and issued an invoice.
After going through the process, the 600,000 racing fund from the system became Qin Miao's completely legal and compliant legitimate income.
After leaving the tax office, Qin Miao looked at Qimeng and asked, "Where to next? I don't really have a concept of how to plan for a trip, so since you want to play, the itinerary will be arranged by you."
Qimeng giggled, "Leave it to me!"
She reached into Qin Miao's backpack pocket, pulled out her phone, and opened the memo.
Curious, Qin Miao leaned over to take a look. He saw the memo meticulously outlined with the activities Qimeng planned to do with Qin Miao in the coming days, the snacks she wanted to try, and the places she wanted to check out with him.
For a moment, seeing Qimeng's densely written notes, Qin Miao somewhat regretted telling her he was coming to Changsha.
But it was too late to say anything now, Qin Miao could only go along with Qimeng's energetic voice to the hotel they had booked to check in.
Just when Qin Miao thought Qimeng would continue to hail a taxi, a black Volkswagen Passat stopped in front of them.
At first, Qin Miao didn't notice until Qimeng opened the Passat's trunk and waved at Qin Miao to take over their luggage, only then did he feel something was off.
Soon enough, the events unfolding verified Qin Miao's thoughts, as the Passat driver stepped out from the driver's seat and handed the keys to Qimeng.
It was then Qin Miao realized that Qimeng didn't call a ride-hailing service this time, she had directly rented a car!
After placing their belongings properly, seeing Qin Miao's hesitation, Qimeng chuckled and deliberately said, "What's with your expression? Didn't you say you got your driver's license?"
From her words, Qin Miao could tell what this girl was planning and responded helplessly, "Yes, I got my driver's license, but after getting it at 18, I haven't driven since, and I didn't even bring my license."
Unexpectedly, Qimeng wasn't worried, instead, she patted Qin Miao on the shoulder and said earnestly, "No worries, your control on the racetrack is so precise, your lines are so aggressive, I'm sure you won't be too bad in real life. I trust you!"
Qin Miao felt even more helpless, "Those two are completely different concepts, okay? I'm mainly afraid of causing trouble if something happens."
Amused by Qin Miao's bewildered and flustered expression, Qimeng revealed with a slightly triumphant tone, "Have you considered the possibility that I also know how to drive?"
Qin Miao: ...
"Hey! You rascal!" Qin Miao was indeed annoyed by Qimeng; he reached out and grabbed her arm. But since she was his girlfriend, he didn't dare to use too much force or hit her.
So, he only pulled her into his arms. But when Qimeng rested her face on his chest with a cheerful smile, any annoyance Qin Miao felt from Qimeng's playful teasing vanished into thin air.
Instead, Qimeng took initiative, staying nestled in Qin Miao's arms, she not only didn't get up but also wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek tightly against his chest.
The driver who delivered the car, watching the couple embracing as if no one else was around, first stiffened, then his whole face twisted a bit.
Mumbling a curse, he left.
Dammit, working even brought him into these awkward situations.
Qimeng didn't linger in Qin Miao's arms for too long. After holding on for about ten seconds, she released the slightly rigid Qin Miao.
"Let's get in the car," Qimeng called out to Qin Miao, as she got into the driver's seat first.
Qin Miao reminisced a bit about the softness pressed against his chest just earlier, and the feeling of embracing Qimeng, like he was holding the entire world.
He was left wanting more.
Do all girls feel this soft? No wonder they say women are made of water.
And as for Qimeng's figure, it was much better than he had imagined.
Settling into the passenger seat, and fastening his seatbelt at Qimeng's reminder, Qin Miao asked, "How long have you had your driver's license?"
Qimeng casually replied, "About half a month. I signed up for driving lessons right after my 18th birthday, and I just got this license not too long ago."
Qin Miao suddenly felt nervous, throwing all concerns about age out of his mind, realizing that she got her license even later than him…
Seeing Qin Miao suddenly clutch the handle above the door with a tense expression, Qimeng had an urge to tease him again.
After starting the car, Qimeng suddenly hit the accelerator hard, causing the car to lunge forward.
However, Qimeng underestimated Qin Miao's talent with cars; this unexpected acceleration didn't cause any extra reaction from him. He was merely nervously observing the road conditions around them.
Qimeng pouted, feeling somewhat disappointed, but then she drove the car smoothly to the hotel they had reserved.
Parking, checking in, paying, going up to the room, and putting away luggage.
After completing all the steps, they entered a double room.
Actually, Qin Miao originally had some expectations that Qimeng might proactively choose a king-sized room, after all, Qimeng was sometimes quite proactive.
But unfortunately, this time, Qimeng didn't fulfill Qin Miao's wish; they booked a double room.
"I'm so tired~" After entering the room, Qimeng flopped onto the bed, letting out an unintelligible whimper.
Qin Miao rolled his eyes helplessly, thinking how he was the one who carried all the luggage up, "What are you tired from?"
But Qin Miao didn't voice this out. After placing his backpack properly, he asked, "Do you want me to help you organize your stuff?"
Qimeng rolled around on the bed and replied, "I'll do it, I'll do it, don't mess up my things..."
...
Fetching the prepared toiletries and other daily items from her suitcase, Qimeng placed them one by one.
While Qimeng was organizing, Qin Miao noticed that the hotel room was actually equipped with a computer.
After turning on the computer, Qin Miao took a simple look at its specs. Although it only had a 1070 setup, it was sufficient to handle general gaming.
The racing game Qin Miao usually played didn't demand high computer performance, anyway.
Seeing that it would take some time for Qimeng to finish tidying up, Qin Miao sat on the chair, preparing to see what games this computer offered.
After booting up the computer, Qin Miao found that the hotel's computer used internet cafe control software and had a list of games similar to that of an internet cafe.
Browsing through the game list, Qin Miao didn't find Assetto Corsa, but he did find "F1 2019".
Seeing this game reminded Qin Miao of how his system's track proficiency on Spa was stuck at 91.2.
As it happened, the game "F1 2019" included the Spa track. Though he had no steering wheel and could only play using the keyboard, serious practice would perhaps grant him a bit of proficiency from the system, right?
With this hope, Qin Miao opened the game, selecting Mercedes' W10 car and opting for the Spa track.
Qin Miao initially thought about turning off the assists to give it a test run.
However, without traction control, Qin Miao found he couldn't even make it out of the pit.
So he returned to the pit to reset the assist settings, and then used the arrow keys on the keyboard to awkwardly complete a lap.
No need to look at the lap time, as without fine control, Qin Miao couldn't run very fast at all.
Yet, after completing the lap, the system notification appeared.
[Ding!]
[Practice lap completed, track proficiency +0.12]
[Current Spa track proficiency: 91.32]
[Simulator realism at 12%, proficiency earned is (1*0.12)]
Wow, the decimal point even went into the second place…