F1: Starting with a Simulator Master

Chapter 110 A Bombshell

MonzaSP2 ignition.

The 6.5-liter V12 naturally aspirated engine instantly came to life, but the deafening roar of shifting gears that Xu Zihao had anticipated did not materialize.

With Luo Xiu's incredibly precise control of his right foot, this ferocious horse started without the slightest hesitation or acceleration.

Throttle control is exquisite, and torque is released precisely.

The bottle of water standing upright on the trunk lid didn't even ripple slightly.

The car entered the track with exceptionally smooth acceleration.

Xu Fu sat in the passenger seat, his expression remaining calm.

He originally thought that Luo Xiu would deliberately drive like an old man in order to put the water bottle in the trunk.

But the moment he crossed the Great Straight Road, he realized he was wrong.

On the contrary, on the long straight of the track, the speedometer quickly and easily broke through 180km/h.

Xu Zihao, watching from the sidelines, gaped in surprise. He could see that Luo Xiu was quite fast.

Unseen by him, a spectacular scene was unfolding behind the red prancing horse.

The oncoming gale was precisely thrown upwards by the Monza SP2's unique windshield design, passing over the heads of the two people, and then forming a wonderful low-pressure wake zone at the rear of the car, protecting the bottle of water within it.

Inside the car, however, a spectacular micro-management session on the track was just beginning.

As the race car entered the first high-speed parabolic corner at 120 km/h, the half-bottle of water, pulled by centrifugal force, instantly formed two extremely dangerous slopes.

The water level on the outer side is rising steadily, while the water level on the inner side is about to reach the bottom.

Even a mere 0.01 G of lateral acceleration would cause the plastic water bottle to instantly exceed its center of gravity stability limit and tip over.

Alternatively, it can overcome the maximum static friction on a smooth carbon fiber surface and glide directly out.

This bottle of water, or the manufacturer that produced it, probably never imagined that it would need grip.

But just as the Aquarius was about to lose control and was on the verge of collapsing, Luo Xiu made his move.

As if he could foresee the future, Luo Xiu made minute, millimeter-level adjustments from the driver's seat.

His control over the accelerator pedal was now imperceptible, and at the same time, his hands, in coordination with the subtle feedback from the tire grip, released a slight steering angle following the curvature of the curve.

This series of extreme tightrope walking-like micro-management maneuvers is like forcibly controlling a 1500-kilogram heavy mechanical arm to hold a steel needle weighing less than 300 grams and thread it.

The enormous lateral centrifugal force had barely begun to emerge when he neutralized it completely with perfect weight transfer and throttle adjustments.

The water in the bottle trembled slightly as it tilted to its limit, and then, with the race car's extremely smooth exit from the corner, it returned to a level state once again with unparalleled smoothness.

During this time, the half-empty bottle of mineral water, without even a cap, remained perfectly still on this expensive carbon fiber panel, without shifting by even a millimeter.

In Luo Xiu's hands, this supercar, which should have been incredibly ferocious, was instead squeezed out with a delicate precision as if it were an extension of its own arm, steadily holding onto the half-full bottle of water.

Every time I enter a turn.

Luo Xiu uses extremely smooth steering input and subtle control of the brake pedal to ensure that the vehicle stays on the path that minimizes disruption to the center of gravity.

Just as the unstable centrifugal force was about to be generated, he neutralized it in advance by adjusting the throttle and making slight adjustments to the direction.

In this nerve-wracking dynamic micro-balance, Luo Xiu would even deliberately use his right foot to gently adjust the power revs within a fraction of a second before the dual-clutch transmission was about to engage, completely smoothing out the jerkiness during gear shifts.

Xu Fu kept his eyes fixed on the bottle of water in the rearview mirror the whole time, and incredibly, it never moved an inch.

He had actually imagined that Luo Xiu would be like a naive and reckless young man, taking him on a thrilling and exhilarating ride.

I also imagined that this child was a reserved little mudfish, and I would take him for a casual drive like driving an old-fashioned car.

But he never expected that he could clearly feel the car maintaining an extremely high average speed, but with each shift of the center of gravity, it was like practicing Tai Chi push hands, dissolving the originally violent inertia into nothingness.

Even after running three laps, Xu Fu was never pushed against the side rails of the bucket chair.

Then Xu Fu waved to indicate that it was time to go back.

When that classic Ferrari red, accompanied by the deep, rich sound of the V12 engine, returned to Xu Zihao in perfect form, and with extremely gentle control of the last slight tendency of the brakes to nod, it came to a steady stop.

Xu Zihao's gaze immediately fell on the trunk of the sports car.

The half-empty bottle of mineral water still stubbornly stood on the smooth trunk lid.

He remembered the waterline on the bottle clearly; it was right next to the bottom edge of the packaging paper.

At this moment, not a single extra drop of water clung to the empty upper half of the bottle.

This is an absolute control that is so extreme it sends chills down your spine.

Xu Fu took off his helmet and looked at the young man who didn't talk much. On the chessboard in his mind, he decided to place a piece at the center.

He has met countless people in his life and knows that those who are still climbing will always be unable to resist showing their sharpness. Only an invincible powerhouse who has completely trampled a field underfoot can have such confidence and composure that is not disturbed by even a drop of water.

The car had already been turned off, but Xu Fu didn't get out immediately. He tugged at the collar of his jacket, his gaze not on Luo Xiu, but on the vast distance, as if transcending the barriers of time and space.

"2009."

Xu Fu suddenly spoke, his gaze still fixed on the distance, "Around these two days, probably early November, the ROC World Championship will be held in China for the first time, right at the Bird's Nest—"

The deep, resonant tone of the older generation when they talk about the past seems to possess a magical power, pulling time back to that era.

Luo Xiu remained silent. He was only two years old at the time and had virtually no memory of it.

"Back then, the Xu family didn't have the foundation it has today."

Xu Fu chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Michael Schumacher, the racing legend, also participated in the competition. The organizing committee had an internal spot where I could sit in his passenger seat and experience two laps. I used a lot of connections at the time—but in the end, the boss of Hengyuanxiang snatched it away."

At this point, Xu Fu paused, his voice tinged with regret and heaviness.

"Now—that German is still lying in a hospital bed. That opportunity will never come again in his life."

He turned his head and looked at Luo Xiu, who was listening quietly in the driver's seat, and his brows relaxed slightly.

"However, the few laps you took me around in this Ferrari today—it's like I've fulfilled half of my dream."

Xu Fu withdrew his gaze, and with a touch of emotion, reached out to touch the carbon fiber panel in front of the passenger seat, his voice gradually lowering.

"More than a decade has passed in the blink of an eye—our country has gone from only being able to make a metal shell with tires to now having domestically produced new energy vehicles everywhere."

Xu Fu slowed his speech and continued, "Our country has more and more wealthy people, and our automobile industry is growing bigger and bigger—we can afford to buy anything."

He raised his head and gave Xu Zihao a meaningful look.

"These few rascals probably have more limited editions parked in their garages than Ferrari's headquarters showroom combined."

Luo Xiu listened in silence without saying a word.

"But in the F1 paddock—besides paying sponsorship fees, all we can do is be spectators—"

After he finished speaking, Xu Fu did not continue, and a brief silence fell over the carriage.

He was waiting to see what kind of expression this young man would show when faced with such a massive narrative.

This was a test.

Faced with such a test that even Xu Zihao might not be able to resist, an ordinary person would have already revealed their true colors—whether they were flustered or excited, or eager to prove their ambition.

But Luo Xiu didn't even blink.

In his world, a truly top-notch professional driver can maintain sufficient rationality under any circumstances.

Even though Luo Xiu had already guessed the other party's true intentions.

"Do you want to represent a Chinese team in Formula 1?"

Xu Fu finally dropped this bombshell that nearly made Xu Zihao's heart skip a beat.

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