F1: Starting with a Simulator Master

Chapter 129 Ferrari Strategy Group

Faced with this illogical and persistent questioning, Luo Xiu didn't even glance at him again, annoyedly interrupting his entanglement.

"No comment."

"Also, I wish Mr. Carlos Sainz a speedy recovery from his surgery."

After uttering those two sentences, Luo Xiu turned away completely, ignoring all calls.

The astute Ferrari PR team had already noticed that Luo Xiu's overly straightforward remarks posed a significant risk of escalating public opinion and being taken out of context. Without further ado, they pulled Luo Xiu back.

"Sorry everyone! The drivers have experienced high temperatures and need to rest and hydrate immediately to prepare for tomorrow's race!"

At the public relations manager's shout, several burly Ferrari security personnel immediately stepped forward, blocking all the reporters, and Luo Xiu was forcibly dragged to the backstage area.

Escorted by the public relations team, Luo Xiu strode towards the VIP passage leading to the garage.

As the adrenaline rapidly subsided, the pain from the bruises on my back began to intensify, and fatigue washed over me like a tidal wave.

Suddenly, from the backlit side of the passage on the right, a middle-aged man dressed in a black and gold racing suit approached.

His face was deep and composed, with a smile that combined the air of a top superstar and a seasoned veteran driver.

Luo Xiu recognized his face all too well; it was almost identical to that of Hollywood superstar Brad Pitt.

"Good job, kid."

The man patted Luo Xiu on the shoulder familiarly, "Be careful during tomorrow's departure phase. I'll start 11th and catch up with you!"

Instead of the engineers in the convoy following behind the man, there was a group of people carrying a giant IMAX camera, with red recording indicator lights flashing in the dark.

And there's the prominent "APEX" team logo on his chest.

Luo Xiu nodded out of politeness, but then, his usually meticulously functioning brain suddenly froze.

APEX team?

This team doesn't even exist in the current F1 team roster, does it?

Even more absurdly, the player who qualified 11th was clearly Aston Martin's Stroll.

What exactly is going on here?

Am I hallucinating?

Luo Xiu even held his breath.

He had no interest in exchanging pleasantries with the driver who looked just like a Hollywood star.

He immediately focused his attention, activated his mental framework, and tried to recall every detail of the qualifying race to confirm whether he had hit his head on a high-speed corner and suffered a mild concussion.

Just as he rubbed his dry eyes, preparing to open them again to confirm the other person's identity.

The man who looked remarkably like Brad Pitt, along with the group of cameras carrying exaggeratedly long telephoto lenses, had disappeared around the corner of the VIP passage like a flash mob performance.

In the empty passageway, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

Luo Xiu closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He decided to temporarily set aside any further investigation into this illogical and unexpected event.

After experiencing the qualifying race that pushed him to his limits, he attributed the illogical look on his face to some kind of hallucination caused by physical exhaustion.

He doesn't have time to think about anything else right now; all he needs is ice and more intense physical training.

Inside the Ferrari team's meeting room.

The therapist was shocked; Luo Xiu's entire back was covered in bruises, a truly horrifying sight.

Logically, Luo Xiu should have been grimacing in pain, but he acted as if nothing was wrong, holding his sports water bottle and drinking the team's special nutritional drink with a hint of disgust.

He originally wanted to drink Coke, but the team strictly refused, saying it would cause bloating.

Ferrari team principal Fred Vassell witnessed this scene just two meters away from the makeshift physiotherapy bed.

At this moment, the way he looked at Luo Xiu had completely changed.

It was no longer about looking at someone who had picked up a gold nugget worth ten million euros for free, but about examining a peerless genius who could push his physical limits, forcefully defeat Leclerc, and send the Ferrari to the front row of the grid.

There are less than 24 hours until the main event on Saturday at 8 p.m. local time.

At the tactical workbench in the center of the conference room, Ferrari's strategy team engineers had lined up several laptops and a huge monitor.

The screen was densely packed with long-distance tire thermal decay models, pit stop time window simulations, and theoretical route calculations under various extreme conditions.

This represents the core wisdom of Ferrari's highly confidential strategy team, which they are very proud of.

"Okay, based on the telemetry data from practice and qualifying, and the overall performance of each team—"

"The strategy team has prepared several comprehensive contingency plans for you for tomorrow's main competition."

"The Jeddah circuit requires 50 laps for the main race, and its average speed is second only to Monza among the 24 races throughout the year."

The road surface is smooth, and tire wear is minimal. Only the right front tire requires special attention. Most teams will likely opt for a one-stop strategy.

"Whether your first stint starts on red or medium tires, we need you to report the tire wear status to TR regularly."

Then, the competition engineer tapped the tablet screen, and the view switched.

"If your tire maintenance goes smoothly during the initial driving phase, and tire heat fade is within the threshold, then we will proceed with the planned number of laps to the pit for tire changes. This is PIanA——————"

Then, the scene changes.

"However, if Verstappen or Alonso behind you press too hard at the start, causing your tires to clump together early, then we absolutely cannot sit idly by."

"At this point, we will switch to early progress and attempt an undercut based on Red Bull's entry window. This is the plan."

B————"

The display screen then switched to a track map, marking several high-risk red areas—high-speed blind corners on the Jeddah circuit where accidents are extremely likely to occur.

"This is Jeddah, where the probability of encountering a security vehicle is over 80%. If we suddenly face a yellow flag, or even a red flag—"

"We must be mentally prepared at any time to activate our backup contingency plan, Plan C or Plan D —"

The track engineer pushed up his glasses, a symbol of intelligence, and uttered the alphabet, which had been practiced countless times in the conference room, in an unquestionable tone.

"—Finally, we have a final firefighting solution, which is—"

Luo Xiu heard a series of strategic plans and felt as if he could see the countless red Ferrari race cars that had been completely ruined in the track rankings over the past decade due to various inexplicable tire changes and blunders in strategy.

This is the Ferrari Classic Alphabet Strategy Package, a nightmare joke that sends chills down the spines of tens of millions of Ferrari fans worldwide.

Luo Xiu, lying on the physiotherapy bed, helplessly rubbed his throbbing temples.

Having experienced team communication from practice matches to ranked matches, Luo Xiu realized that he still needed to prepare a PlanLuo for himself.

In the unpredictable Jeddah race, the obstacles he faces in his quest for the championship against Verstappen may not only come from Red Bull.

Tomorrow's main competition will ultimately be a tough battle.