Speed ​​God

Chapter 106 Adding insult to injury

Chapter 106 Adding insult to injury
Laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air. There was no need to eavesdrop on Lu Zhizhou and Leclerc's conversation; the relaxed expressions and casual movements conveyed a harmonious and joyful atmosphere. There was not a trace of tension or a life-or-death struggle, making the rumors completely unbelievable.

Those smart people had already turned their attention away and silently turned away, not intending to continue making a fool of themselves. If there was no gossip, then there was no need to continue paying attention to F2 and GP3. It was more appropriate to refocus on F1. Children playing house is ultimately not a proper game.

However, some people just don't have eyes—

Or rather, it doesn't have a brain.

As we passed the Prima service area, a foul-mouthed voice started yelling.

Hey, baby.

Amidst the clamor and roar, the shouts were directionless and were quickly drowned out by the noise, naturally receiving no response.

One second ago, Latifi was smugly pleased with himself, a triumphant smile on his face, imagining everyone bursting into laughter.

The next second, left standing there empty-handed, Latifi immediately felt embarrassed and awkward, his cheeks flushed red. He felt that Leclerc was deliberately humiliating him.

In today's F2 race, Prima's two drivers, Leclerc and Foucault, started from the front row. Both of them are also graduates of Ferrari's junior academy. Latifi started from third position, and if he wants to win the championship, he must defeat the two young Ferrari drivers in succession.

In the main race, Latifi performed brilliantly, overtaking Foucault to rise to second place, and putting pressure on Leclerc all the way, almost turning the tide; however, Leclerc performed excellently, guarding Latifi tightly throughout the race, and inexplicably suppressing him, ultimately crossing the finish line first with a 1.345-second advantage.

Latifi was almost in victory, but ultimately missed out.

Seeing Leclerc and Lu Zhizhou chatting and laughing, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Hey, Charles, you're having a sweet time with your sweetheart, aren't you?"

Finally, Lu Zhizhou realized that the "Baby" he heard was not "baby" but "infant," and that the guy was mocking him.

But when Lu Zhizhou turned his head to look at that face, he was filled with confusion: Who is this?
Even though it's inexplicable, the other party has already offered their face, so it would be too rude not to slap them, wouldn't it?
"So, you're not that kind of person, are you?" Lu Zhizhou asked earnestly, his eyes filled with sincerity and a hint of worry, drawing the attention of those around him.

Lu Zhizhou silently protected Leclerc behind him. Leclerc, who was still unable to get over the grief of parting from death, needed no such unreasonable trouble.

Lu Zhizhou didn't hide his worry, and with a sincere look, he earnestly advised, "Because your brain capacity is too small, you can't remember names, but you can't control your pants. The whole enclosure is full of your darlings, and you call them all the same. Buddy, please be careful. Exerting too much energy will cause your brain capacity to decrease rapidly."

"Remember to eat more walnuts and cod liver oil."

That sincere heart is as clear as the sun and moon—

puff.

Even the usually honest Leclerc couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Everyone in the paddock knows that Latifi is a womanizer who leaves his mark everywhere, and it's no longer news that he has "dates" all over the world.

Leclerc, being kind-hearted, quickly suppressed his smile, fearing it might offend Latifie, but little did he expect that the others around him would not give him any face and would burst into laughter.

Latifi stood there, his face flushed, like a pufferfish that might explode at any moment.

It was clear that Latifi was preparing a counterattack, but Lu Zhizhou gave him no chance, scrutinizing him with concern and making no attempt to hide his panic.

"Oh no, my nose is bleeding... wait, could it be brain matter...?"

Latifi instinctively covered her nose, flustered and panicked, but by the time she realized she wasn't bleeding at all, it was too late.

--Ha ha ha ha.

Laughter erupted, people stumbled and fell, and the repair area was filled with jubilation.

Latifi could no longer bear the humiliation and turned to flee. Only then did Leclerc begin to worry, "Sorry, Zhizhou, Latifi was probably after me, but you got dragged into this too."

Lu Zhizhou's eyes widened. "Latifi?"

Leclerc, "You know him?"

Lu Zhizhou: "No, it sounds familiar, but I don't remember it. It's probably not worth paying attention to."

Latifi: ...

Lu Zhizhou said calmly, "I thought he was one of the clowns in the paddock, waiting to see me make a fool of myself and then kick me when I'm down. I know that in competitive sports, you only see the champions and everyone else is a loser; but isn't it too early now? The main competition hasn't even started yet, and one or two of them are already putting on a show."

Leclerc could tell at a glance that Lu Zhizhou was itching for a fight. "Ready to sprint?"

Lu Zhizhou pursed his lips. "Now I have a little more motivation. I'm ready to disappoint them."

Clearly, the bustling crowd surrounding Lu Zhizhou was quite a spectacle—

Some people are looking forward to Lu Zhizhou's strong performance, some are looking forward to Lu Zhizhou's true colors being revealed and his fall from grace, some are dismissive and don't understand what's going on, and some are watching the GP3 race with the mindset of watching children play house, temporarily freeing themselves from the tension and anxiety of F1 and seeking some breathing space to relax.

All sorts of things, everything imaginable.

The Red Bull Ring is a vibrant and exciting track. It's short, fast, and rhythmic, with high-speed corners as the main feature. Overtaking opportunities abound, allowing teams and drivers to showcase their skills to the fullest. It's one of the most exciting tracks of the year.

"Fast and Furious" is the perfect interpretation.

Of course, more overtaking opportunities also mean greater tire wear. Unlike the Barcelona circuit, the Red Bull Ring itself doesn't wear down the tires much. Whether it's changes in altitude or combinations of corners, everything is within a reasonable range, unless the driver pushes the tires to their limits for continuous overtaking, which is a different story.

In other words, the opportunity to overtake is right there; whether you can seize it accurately and skillfully depends entirely on your individual performance.

In the previous Spanish round, Lu Zhizhou showcased his talent and skill on a track with limited overtaking opportunities. However, in this Red Bull Ring's open track, characterized by all-out attack and defense, close-quarters combat will be a constant throughout the race. Whether Lu Zhizhou can shine is another story altogether.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom—

The roar of the engine slowly settled in the air, infusing my blood. A lush green mountain landscape, completely different from Barcelona, ​​unfolded before my eyes. Smoke swirled among the mountains, like a fairyland. The refreshing air that rushed in was invigorating, and I was traveling among the clouds.

Russell, in pole position, glanced at the right rearview mirror and could clearly see Lu Zhizhou in position two. He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Now, he will no longer be careless or unprepared. Facing Lu Zhizhou, he will give it his all to prove himself.

Just like in the qualifying rounds, he will suppress Lu Zhizhou to win the championship and personally open the door to the next stage of his professional career.

Red lights, all off.

Accelerator, clutch, start, Russell flew out like an arrow, ignoring the other opponents behind him, including Lu Zhizhou, and immediately sped out to cut inside, steadily guarding his lane.

Only then did he have time to quickly glance at the rearview mirror. Like a shadow, the red and black afterimage of race car number two was relentlessly chasing his wake and quickly closing in.

Sure enough, as expected.

 First update today.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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