F1: Absolute Car Feel

Chapter 195 Draw a Donut

"Should we end with the safety car? If so, could you please prevent the vehicles behind from swaying from side to side?" Hamilton asked on the radio.

The team ignored his last sentence and said, "Yes, that's it."

Turn 16, the green flag is waving, but it's useless now. The dynamic start is not difficult at all. The race organizers just thought it was ridiculous for the safety car to cross the finish line, so they waved this somewhat useless green flag.

Of course, this applies to the front row drivers. They've been brought to the straights, so anyone can step on the gas and shift up.

For the drivers in the back row who are still behind the bend, there's still a fight to be had.

So on the main straight, the audience witnessed a competition as fierce as the start of the race.

However, when Wu Shi drove the Williams across the finish line, the red flags were waving and the loud celebrations were terrifying.

"Congratulations! Standing on the podium on your home turf, that's going to be a wonderful experience," Jonathan's voice came at just the right time.

"Yes! Yes, I'm very excited."

Wu Shi raised his voice a few decibels and waved his right hand as he passed the audience.

"Please slow down and let the other cars pass first. The race procedure allows you to do an extra lap, where you will perform a downward-drawing donut on the starting straight," Jonathan reminded.

"Oh! Thanks for reminding me, I was really going to forget. Right now, all I'm thinking about is getting on the podium," Wu Shi exclaimed.

The stadium erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

"Congratulations to Wu Shi! He has reached the podium in his first home game!"

"What an exciting moment! It's been so many years since we've seen our own drivers on the podium!"

The soldier and the flying guy clapped their hands in unison.

Official commentator David didn't just offer congratulations; he prepared a long speech, saying during his commentary:

"Let's congratulate this little guy from China! Please don't misunderstand, I'm calling him 'little guy' in no derogatory way, it's just that he's really young."

"Everyone should remember his age today, because this is not only us witnessing history, but also a record that is destined to be indelible in F1 history!"

"A sixteen-year-old driver completed his first three races with three podium finishes. I have already showered him with praise before, but at this moment I must give him my warmest congratulations again!"
"Because today's podium is of great significance to him, and also to the F1 sport in this country."

"Twelve years ago, F1 came to this country for the first time, holding races in this city and on this track."

"Countless fans witnessed F1 history here, saw the fierce battle of the defending champions, and also saw the defeats fall short of their goals. The silent regret lingered for a long time."

"But, whether it's cheering for all the drivers, celebrating the victors, or encouraging the losers, there's always a barrier between them and the competition."

"Because all of this is being performed by passersby."

"And now, twelve years have passed, a full twelve years!"

"Finally, a driver from this country has stepped onto the track!"
"Wu Shi! He won the podium with the strength to conquer even the most stubborn people."

"At this moment, the cheers and shouts of the fans in this country have a real support! This is incredibly lucky and incredibly happy!"
"And now, this young driver has only just embarked on his F1 journey. I believe that he will achieve even more brilliant results in the future."

"All Chinese racing fans can look forward to, hope for, and dream that when their own country's drivers stand on the highest position on the podium, the stirring national anthem will be played and the beautiful national flag will flutter in the wind!"
"Ah! What a wonderful expectation! Such an expectation, in the past, belonged to England, to Italy, to Germany, to many countries, but not to China!"

"But today, this wonderful expectation will also belong to China."

"Let's congratulate this young Chinese driver once again on his first podium appearance on his home turf!" David's passionate voice faded as Wu Shi finished circling back to the main straight. By then, all the other cars on the track had returned to the pit lane.

He drove the vehicle to about the middle, and then slowed down.

"Wu Shi! Wu Shi!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Wow wow wow wow!!!"

The field instantly erupted in cheers, with countless shouts causing the waving red flags to tremble.

Wu Shi didn't expect such enthusiastic cheers. His vision suddenly became blurry, so he simply closed his eyes and focused all his attention on number 59, Williams.

Buzz!

As the accelerator was pressed, torque was output, the rear wheels spun rapidly, a lot of white smoke billowed out, and the vehicle began to spin in place.

Buzz! Roar!

The vehicle gradually disappeared into a cloud of white smoke, the engine roaring like drumbeats echoing the cheers.

After 5 laps, the car stopped, with its front facing the starting straight.

Wu Shi turned sideways and waved to the audience.

He heard the cheers and shouts growing louder and louder; it was his name, it was his glory!

In the stands, Zhi Shiwei rubbed her eyes. Having worked in sports media for almost ten years, this was the most emotional she had ever felt.

In 2007, she had just graduated and then interviewed Xiao Wushi.

No one could have imagined that nine years later, they would see that child stand at a peak that no Chinese person had ever reached before.

She, too, is a witness to history.

Ye Zhaohui twitched his nose a few times. People's emotions are easily influenced and swayed. He deliberately avoided watching the game, but when he turned around and saw his sister, he found that she was already crying.

Mr. Chen let his son ride on his shoulders and pointed at Wu Shi on the track, saying, "See? Back then, your old man only watched him run one lap, and he knew he was a genius that was one in a million!"
"Today, I finally see a driver from our country standing on the podium after all these years!"

Ling Kang and Zeng Tianyi shouted until their voices were hoarse.

"Ahem, you're taking the college entrance exam next year, right?" Ling Kang asked.

"Hmm, I was thinking, if I had continued running back then, would I have been able to stand in that position too?" Zeng Tianyi said in a low voice.

"Hahaha! You're overthinking it. Look at me, I'm only able to drive F3 thanks to the boss's connections!" Ling Kang said in a hoarse voice, with a hint of choking back tears.

In the pit lane of the Westbrook team, Wu Zhenlin watched this scene. He didn't understand what the fans were thinking, but he knew that the one being cheered and blessed by everyone on the field was his own son.

'He must be really enjoying this moment. Is this everything he's been waiting for?'

He savored the moment, his heart overflowing with pride and joy.

(End of this chapter)