F1: Absolute Car Feel

Chapter 108 The song ends and everyone disperses
"Wow! Wow! I did it! YES!"

Wu Shi's hoarse voice rang out in the TR, his rapid breathing making his words intermittent.

"YES! You did it! You won!"

Alan replied loudly, his barely suppressed excitement causing him to clench and unclench his fists.

Ohhhh!

After Wu Shi roared again, his breathing immediately subsided.

He rested his right hand on the steering wheel and used his left hand to steer, slowly driving on the track.

The extreme handling during the race not only put the car to its limits, but also exhausted him. Right now, all he wants to do is close his eyes, take a deep breath, and get a good night's sleep.

At that moment, another Van Amersford race car pulled up beside him, catching his eye.

Verstappen opened his goggles and looked at Wu Shi.

Wu Shi also opened his goggles and looked at Pan Zi.

The emotions in their eyes were different, but without exception, they both contained a deep weariness.

The race car drove into the pit area and stopped in the parking area.

By this time, the area around the placement area was already crowded with people, and the guardrails were struggling to withstand the pressure.

Wu Shi struggled to remove the U-shaped headrest and the steering wheel, and sat for a long time before finally standing up from the car.

As he stood up, the surrounding crowd erupted in cheers once again, their shouts deafening.

Upon seeing this, he climbed onto the hood of the race car, raised his right hand with his index finger raised, and gestured to the crowd.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!"

Ohhhh!

He jumped off the race car, rushed to his crew members, and hugged them all.

Alan hugged him, patting his helmet repeatedly, and said, "I still can't believe you did it! It's amazing! GOOD! SO GOOD!"

Wu Shi did not respond, but patted him on the back. After hugging everyone, he went to the scale.

"It's more than three kilograms lighter than before."

The racers recording the data were somewhat surprised; they thought the participants were going to get dehydrated!

When Wu Shi took off his racing helmet, the racers immediately noticed his pale, wrinkled lips.

"Hey, have some water." A member of the team handed over a water cup.

"Okay, thank you." Wu Shi smiled after receiving the message.

On the other side, Verstappen, having finished weighing himself, also came over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Your final pressure was really crazy, it's a pity I made a mistake."

"I was just waiting for you to make a mistake," Wu Shi said, maintaining his smile.

Verstappen stared at him blankly for two seconds before saying helplessly, "Okay, it seems you're serious."

“This is the best way to surpass you without any loss,” Wu Shi said, taking a sip of water.

"It seems I can't afford to make any more mistakes in the future."

Although Verstappen felt regretful, he wouldn't make excuses or say "what ifs." He only knew that he wasn't strong enough or stable enough.

"Then it will be difficult for me to surpass you in the future."

After resting for a while, the two went to the podium together.

The process of victory may take many forms, but the final taste is always one of irrepressible excitement.

After winning another trophy, Wu Shi leads the F3 Championship with a six-game winning streak.

When it came to the interview segment, all the reporters had the same goal: they were convinced that the biggest news was about this young Chinese boy.

"Hello, Wu!" (middle)
The SKY Sports reporter spoke in broken Chinese, this being the first time he had ever spoken like this. "Hello," Wu Shi said with a friendly smile, adjusting his baseball cap.

“You delivered many spectacular overtaking maneuvers in this race, whether it was overtaking Ocon or Verstappen at the end. We saw your strong will and extraordinary skills. How would you rate this race yourself?”

"Thank you," Wu Shi responded to the reporter's praise, then said, "It was a tough match."

"Hahaha!"

Someone laughed when they heard the phrase "a tough race," and soon more and more reporters and onlookers from the team joined in the laughter.

Ohhh~

The repair area was filled with joy.

Wu Shi laughed along, shrugged innocently, and continued, "I'm starting from eleventh, so winning will definitely be a tough race."

"Throughout the race, my heart rate remained high. I was fully focused on driving and thinking of strategies. It was a triple test of body, mind, and brain. In the end, I was able to win because I seized every opportunity and avoided all mistakes."

"As you can see, when the race was over, I was almost too weak to stand up because all my energy had been spent on those twenty-two laps. I finished the race with my ability, not luck."

To achieve this result, he had no time to catch his breath since the start of the competition.

Opportunities at the start, gaps in the chaos, the threat of crashing, the skill of psychological warfare, and the final pressure of death.

The reporter paused for a moment, then put away his teasing smile and said seriously, "Yes! We witnessed your brilliant performance. I think even ten years from now, people will still reminisce about today's overtaking scene."

"Your performance has been so outstanding that I'm sure the F1 seat bet you mentioned earlier is true. So, the question remains: after achieving six consecutive wins, are you more confident in winning this seat?"

"No." Wu Shi shook his head.

"Hmm?" The reporter was surprised. Six consecutive wins couldn't make him more confident and more certain?

"Because my confidence has always remained constant."

The reporters were momentarily speechless. What a tactful response! It neither appeared arrogant nor haughty.

"Once today's achievements spread throughout the continent, many F1 teams will surely extend offers to you." The reporter, being a professional, once again brought up a hot topic.

"If you were a reporter for an F1 team, you could actually extend an olive branch to me right now," Wu Shi joked.

"Hahaha."

Everyone laughed.

Then he asked some more trivial questions, which Wu Shi answered one by one before heading to the rest area.

As soon as he left, Verstappen immediately became the interviewee.

"Max, you led for almost the entire race until Wu attacked in the last two laps. How do you feel about losing this victory?" the reporter asked bluntly.

Verstappen shook the microphone a few times before saying, "Yeah, I know I maintained an advantage for almost the entire match, but sometimes you have to admit that this advantage is based on qualifying matches, not on individual ability."

The reporters were surprised by this simple answer, but then realized it wasn't very interesting. What they really wanted to know was whether Verstappen had any complaints about his friend and teammate's relentless attack.

But you can't ask these provocative questions directly, so you start to probe indirectly.

Pan Zi has always been frank, and the reporters couldn't really do anything about it.

After Wu Shi showered and changed his clothes, the crew began packing their luggage. Next weekend's race will be held at the PAU circuit in France, a street circuit that Wu Shi has never raced before.

By this time, the reporters had mostly left, and the entire repair area was empty and silent.

The music ends and the party is over, and this is even more evident in the F3 racing circuit.

"Let's go, it's time to go back."

Verstappen changed his clothes and joked, "When I have money, I'll definitely buy a plane so we won't have to travel so tiringly anymore."

"Great! I'll fly with you then," Wu Shi said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)