Chapter 1 Pengcheng High-Speed Racing Circuit
Rustling sound!
Two F1 cars sped past one after the other, sending sand and gravel flying in the ground cameras.
LaFerrari TR: "WUSHI, you just took too much risk. If it weren't for the Lec brakes..."
Wu Shi TR: "YEP, I KNOW."
LecTR: "F**K, ****"
In the red-painted F1 car, Wu Shi stared intently at the flashing taillights ahead.
He knew that even his usually good-natured teammates were swearing in TR, so his overtaking maneuver was indeed extremely excessive.
But I'm sorry.
Because this is the last chance, a chance to compete for the drivers' championship.
Historically, no Chinese person has ever accomplished this.
Therefore, if
If he can do it.
Just thinking about this scene caused my already high heart rate to surge to over 190.
Ahead is Turn 7. After passing this point, you will enter the DRS area!
He closely followed the car in front, passing through the DRS detection zone within 1 second.
Rustling sound!
The black and red painted Red Bull took the lead into the nearly 1-kilometer straight road, followed by the red LaFerrari, which straightened its front end and rushed onto the straight road.
DRS is open!
Wake!
The race car quickly reached speeds of over 300 kilometers per hour, and the gap between the two racers rapidly narrowed.
Point six, point five, point three.
Damn, almost there, still not enough to cover the cut!
Red Bull is so fast!
50 meters from the bend, Wu Shi hesitated for a moment, then braked and closed the distance a little.
*Sizzle!*
The enormous lateral force broke the tire's grip limit, causing the race car to slightly drift.
Wu Shi had anticipated this, and quickly and repeatedly turned the steering wheel to keep the race car in line with the car in front.
At that moment, he gradually felt as if his body had become a race car. Countless air currents swept by, and the downforce brought by the air movement and the force generated by the friction between the tires and the ground all converged into information and entered his mind.
"Oh! What is Wu Shi doing? He's accelerating before he's even straightened the steering wheel at Turn Nine!"
"What's going on? This can't be! We're doomed, he's too radical!"
In the Six Stars studio, the group clenched their fists.
Wu Shi, sitting in the cockpit, swayed and shook with the car.
'The grip is still there, it's still controllable.'
His eyes were bloodshot as he saw the racing line ahead, a line far more challenging than any qualifying session.
He had no choice but to fight desperately if he didn't want to give up the year's championship!
He gripped the steering wheel and continued to accelerate. Just as the tires exceeded their grip limit, the steering wheel began to straighten.
Speed up! Speed up!
"Wow! Unbelievable! WUSHI has closed the gap by 1 point again."
"Yes, that was terrifying! But there were no more overtaking opportunities after that."
The host's voice echoed throughout the stadium.
Wu Shi's ears were filled with the roar of engines and the pounding of his heart, which seemed to leap out of his chest.
He felt an unprecedented focus and power, and the next turn was full throttle, floor it!
Rustling sound!
The two race cars passed through turns 10 and 11 almost side by side.
Just as they were about to reach Turn 12, Verstappen, driving the Red Bull, was preparing to brake and downshift to third gear, but Wu Shi showed no intention of releasing the accelerator.
"not good!"
"Would Verstappen just let him pass like that?!"
Some people have already noticed something is wrong.
Sure enough, just as the red LaFerrari pulled its front wing in front of the Red Bull, the Red Bull slowed down and veered slightly to the left, failing to stay close to the apex of the corner along the racing line, and instead shoved its front wing directly into the LaFerrari's right front wheel.
Pfft!
The LaFerrari's right front wheel, which was already braking at its absolute limit, completely lost control at that moment and exploded with a "bang".
Red Bull continued to let the car veer further to the left, eventually lifting the entire red LaFerrari off its shovel.
Under current aerodynamic regulations, when the airflow space between the race car and the ground is disrupted, the extremely high speed and turbulence instantly lift the entire LaFerrari, causing it to roll several times in the blink of an eye before finally slamming into the left guardrail and coming to a stop instantly.
BOOM!!!
80G.
it's over
Wu Shi slowly lowered his head, and finally released the steering wheel that he had held for a lifetime.
In 2007, next to the Pengcheng Speed Circuit, Wu Shi watched these children, much older than himself, speeding past in go-karts, and couldn't help but recall the scene of his death in his previous life.
Having arrived in this world, which is somewhat different from his previous life, even though nine years have passed, he still cannot escape the shadow of death, to the point that he feels somewhat disgusted standing next to the go-kart track.
"Hi! You're Wu Shi? How about we run a race?" came a voice that still had a slightly childlike quality.
The images flashing through Wu Shi's mind came to an end. He turned around and saw a cute girl with long, off-white hair, dressed in a racing suit.
"Louise, he doesn't understand English." (English) A tall, upright man walked over; he was Wu Shi's father, Wu Zhenlin.
"You said you came to discuss business?" Wu Shi asked his father.
"Yes, the group plans to enter the motorsports industry."
Wu Zhenlin did not react to his son's tone. After all, his son had already shown a maturity far beyond his age when he divorced his ex-wife.
"Why did you insist on bringing me here?"
With his back to the track, Wu Shi watched the race cars whizzing by, the roar of the two-stroke engines and the squeaking of the tires against the ground stimulating his brain.
"You've never seemed interested in anything since you were little, so I want to take you out to see more of the world." Wu Zhenlin said with a hint of helplessness in his voice.
Because he was too busy with work, his wife left him; also because he was too busy with work, his child became listless at a young age. Of course, the latter was probably not his fault.
"Thank you, but I'm not interested in go-karting right now."
Wu Shi shook his head and looked at the foreign girl in the racing suit. At that moment, she pulled over a woman with similar off-white hair.
"Is she your business partner?" Wu Shi asked again.
"Cough cough."
Wu Zhenlin rubbed his temples somewhat awkwardly. This child had always been too perceptive. However, some things had to be said sooner or later. He didn't like deliberately hiding these things from his family, so he confessed:
"This is Martina Catatchia, someone I'm seeking business cooperation with, and someone I'm currently getting to know. Hmm."
Even with Wu Zhenlin's composure, it was somewhat embarrassing to say these things to a nine-year-old child, so he changed the subject:
"The person who just called you was Aunt Martina's child, Louise Calabria. Oh, and she just asked you to drive a couple of laps with her."
"Please tell her, Dad, that I don't want to drive." Wu Shi naturally knew English, but there was no need to say it at this moment.
Wu Zhenlin nodded, not forcing the child to do something she didn't want to do. He turned to Louise and said with a smile, "Louise, he doesn't want to drive a go-kart, so why don't you go and try it yourself?"
"Hmph? What? Are you afraid? Are all Chinese people so lacking in confidence?" Little Louise spoke without thinking, pouting and looking somewhat unhappy.
She just thought the little Chinese boy was cute and wanted to play with him and show off her driving skills. Why did he disagree?
"Louise! Mind your manners." Martina scolded, then turned to Wu Zhenlin and said, "I apologize for Louise's rudeness."
"It's alright, they're just kids, they say the darndest things."
Wu Zhenlin didn't seem to mind. Such comments are not uncommon abroad, and it's normal for children to be influenced by them and say things like that.
"Dad, what did she say?"
But then, he heard his son's voice behind him, and for some reason, he felt that those words contained...
anger!