F1: Starting with a Simulator Master

Chapter 141 The Law of Heaven and Earth

"You should ask Ferrari that question, not me."

Amidst a barrage of blinding flashes, he even had the leisure to raise his chin and offer a cold, dismissive greeting to the top management of his own racing team.

With that slightly flamboyant wave, the hot potato that was enough to ignite the entire arena was casually tossed onto the conference table of Ferrari's top management.

When team leader Fred Vassel heard this, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head; the ecstasy on his face froze instantly.

Just moments before, when the red No. 55 race car miraculously became the first to cross the checkered flag, he was excitedly waving his fists and roaring into the walkie-talkie, immersed in the immense joy of winning the Jeddah round.

But Luo Xiu's casual remark during the interview rudely tore away Ferrari's fig leaf in front of hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide.

This is not an answer, this is public coercion!

Luo Xiu is using this impeccable first championship result to blatantly engage in political blackmail against the entire Ferrari!

The current dilemma is whether to kick out the recovered hero Sainz in order to keep this little monster.

still--

Vassell glanced meaningfully toward the Mercedes camp.

He scratched his already thinning hair with slight frustration. Now he knew better than anyone that Luo Xiu's seemingly casual "go ask Ferrari" would not only trigger a massive media storm across Europe's sports pages tomorrow, but would also stir up a bloody storm in the internal factional struggles of Maranello.

The team leader, who had just won the race, suddenly felt a strong sense of suffocation.

That Chinese newcomer not only won Red Bull on the track, but also seems to be showing some of Russell's flair in the world of fame and fortune!

Vasser made a God-blessing gesture, praying that he was just overthinking things.

After all, that kid is still a minor, and his excuses might simply be a way to get himself out of a difficult situation.

As soon as Luo Xiu finished speaking, the other party was about to ask further questions, but Luo Xiu dodged to the side and decisively walked past Rosberg, who was holding the microphone, and strode towards the backstage.

It was swift and decisive, giving the entire paddock no chance to ask another single letter.

Meanwhile, in the exclusive lounge reserved for the top three finishers on the podium, Verstappen was waiting for him.

Luo Xiu pushed open the heavy soundproof door.

The flashes and noise outside were instantly shut out, and Verstappen and Perez were chatting casually in the lounge.

The huge screen on the wall was replaying the brutal inside overtake after T27 exited the corner on lap 50 in slow motion, over and over again.

Hearing the door open, the current top player in the paddock turned around. There was none of the polite formalities or fake smiles one would show in front of the media.

"You deliberately loosened up the throttle at the end of the straight on the third-to-last lap, didn't you?"

Verstappen's voice wasn't angry, but it was extremely aggressive: "You've got some nerve, managing to hold out for so long without overtaking."

Luo Xiu took the towel handed to him by Chen Pengfei, who was now his personal trainer, and wiped his sweaty neck without any hesitation.

"That safety vehicle helped me."

"Haha, next time, you won't be so lucky."

Perez, standing to the side, listened to their conversation and wiped away his sweat with a slightly self-deprecating smile.

As the reigning champion of the Saudi Arabian round, he followed behind the two cars the entire night, forced to act as a "war correspondent" for the whole event.

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He knew better than anyone else that, based on his first-person perspective from the rear, Luo Xiu's words were indeed the absolute truth.

If it weren't for the safety car incident, Ferrari would have had no chance of winning tonight.

They were able to seize the only uncertain factor on the track and execute a counterattack without any mistakes.

This ability—it's truly monstrous, just like Verstappen's.

The award ceremony took place a few minutes later.

Luo Xiu walked up the three steps that represented the pinnacle of the world, holding the trophy in both hands and standing ramrod straight.

The March of the Volunteers was played for the first time at the highest point of an F1 race!

Luo Xiu looked up at the fluttering five-star red flag, recalling his journey from being so exhausted from his first go-kart ride that he was paralyzed, to sitting in an F4 race car in Southeast Asia, and then moving on to Europe—

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

He willingly endured the centrifugal force of 5G, indifferent to the stinging pain in his back, and dismissed the online attacks with a laugh.

After each competition, after each victory, he always smiled and accepted it.

But this time...

"Arise! Ye who refuse to be slaves—"

From the very first line of the lyrics, Luo Xiu couldn't stop her tears.

He opened his mouth wide and, with all his might, sang his national anthem again and again!

He raised his chin, squeezed out the last bit of oxygen from his chest, and in the most savage way, hurled every lyric into the night sky of Jeddah!

He was screaming out every melody with his life.

At this moment, an extremely violent ambition was boiling in his blood!

He wanted to carry this song with him, he absolutely had to carry this song with him, even if it meant pushing the entire race car to the point of engine failure and disintegration, he would spare no effort to raise this red flag to the highest point of the Shanghai International Circuit!

"—Forward, forward, forward, advance!"

As the music ended, tears blurred his vision, and champagne began to pour down from the podium.

In this champagne-filled moment, Verstappen was even more enthusiastic than Rosicky.

As champagne sprayed everywhere, the atmosphere completely descended into chaos. The Dutch madman tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of champagne before forcefully shoving the bottle into Luo Xiu's hand.

This time, Luo Xiu did not refuse; he took the bottle and drank it down in one gulp.

Just as Luo Xiu tilted his head back and chugged the liquor, the "buzzing" sound that had been lingering above the track since the end of the race finally dissipated.

It revealed its true colors.

The once dazzling starry sky over Jeddah's coastline was swallowed up in one gulp.

Replacing the dazzling nebulae billions of light-years away are clusters of densely packed points of light.

Tens of thousands of drones dominated the night sky at that moment.

A giant 3D F1 official logo slowly rotates in the night sky.

But this is just a prelude to the grand opening celebration.

A few dozen seconds later, the massive amount of light points that disintegrated and dispersed, in less than the blink of an eye, outlined the entire panoramic light strip of the Jeddah main racetrack, which is filled with 27 dangerous corners.

The band of light slowly rose, flowing freely in the night sky, like a giant dragon looking down upon all living beings.

The changes are far from over.

In the night sky over the Arabian Peninsula, the dragon dissipated, gradually revealing a lifelike 3D human face hundreds of meters wide.

That face was indifferent and detached, young yet arrogant.

It was Luo Xiu himself, standing right in the center of the podium, tears streaming down his face.

On the other side of the Eurasian continent, a torrential downpour of comments instantly flooded countless F1 live stream rooms.

At this moment, countless fans witnessed this miraculous modern industrial myth.

[Holy crap! The laws of heaven and earth are manifested!!!] 99999999+

The enormous human figure, hundreds of meters tall and radiating a soft white light, was looking down upon this earthly land from a godlike perspective, devoid of any emotion.

Everyone on the ground took out their phones to take photos and pose with the giant human figure in the sky.

The cheers were deafening, even louder than when Luo Xiu crossed the finish line to win the championship.

Only one person was unsure whether it was due to the effects of the champagne or the enormous face looming in the sky.

Luo Xiu, the racing machine who had remained unfazed even while bearing the centrifugal force of 5G, now had his face, including the roots of his ears, burning red.

at the same time.

Inside the highest-level VIP Super Platinum viewing box at the Jeddah Coastal Circuit Paddock Club.

The atmosphere descended into another extreme of madness.

A half-burnt Cuban handmade cigar was roughly stubbed out on an expensive Persian carpet.

A single-year Macallan vintage bottle, worth tens of thousands of dollars, was carelessly overturned, its amber liquid spilling all over the floor, yet no one gave it a second glance.

Several Middle Eastern tycoons who control the world's energy lifeline seemed to have seen God descend upon them, their eyes gleaming with undisguised fanaticism and greed.

"Go ask! Go ask right now!"

Different private rooms, different languages, yet the same hysterical roars.

"At all costs! I will be the first of God's people to use it!!!"

"No matter the price, buy it now, immediately!!!"

"Quick! Find out which company this is right now! I want them! Throw money at them! I have to be the first!"