F1: Starting with a Simulator Master

In a corner of the parking lot at Nanshan Karting Track, a Maybach was parked in a rather dirty manner.

To its right rear is a lizard green Porsche 911 GT3 RS, the two cars are very close together.

The Maybach's rear fender blocked the Porsche's driver's side door.

This is clearly a Maybach blocking the door.

In the distance, the high-pitched roar of engines echoed from the racetrack, like chainsaws continuously cutting through the air.

Xu Zihang leaned against the door of the Maybach, but he looked even more aggrieved than the Porsche.

"Is that your second brother's car?"

Luo Xiu, carrying a backpack full of ice packs and cola, stared at the Porsche and casually asked a question.

He had the same model of car in his iRacing garage, and after quickly assessing the extent of the modifications in his mind, he concluded that it wasn't worth the price.

"Um."

That was indeed his second brother's car.

Xu Zihang knew that his chances of getting on the track today were probably slim.

He had just finished bragging to Luo Xiu about how his parents were out of the country and no one was around, when he saw that annoying Porsche at his own racetrack.

That's why I had the driver park the Maybach here, so I could vent my anger.

Xu Zihang turned around, opened the left rear door of the Maybach, took out a green box, and handed it to Luo Xiu without saying a word.

He then skillfully rummaged through Luo Xiu's bag and pulled out a bottle of Coke. He unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and became increasingly depressed.

"Not only did he come, he also brought people with him."

Xu Zihang pointed to the GTR next to the Porsche.

Looking at it from the side, at first glance it looks like a GTR with an almost plain exterior.

But Luo Xiu only glanced at it before his gaze was drawn to the front wheels of the car, which were clearly splayed outwards, narrower at the top and wider at the bottom.

This is a negative camber angle that was specifically increased to counteract the centrifugal force in curves.

This aggressive setup, sacrificing straight-line stability for cornering grip, made Luo Xiu instantly understand the driver's intentions.

The car's stance is well-adjusted; the driver is likely an expert.

"Ugh, I've had the worst luck imaginable."

Xu Zihang sighed, the Coke bottle in his hand making a cracking sound as he squeezed it.

"My parents had just left, and I thought I was finally free, but I forgot there was someone even more ruthless in the family."

He pointed angrily at the Porsche:

"This is a classic case of 'the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are forbidden to light lamps.'"

He's incredibly skilled at racing cars, even though he's terrible at it.

When it came to me, it became a high-risk project and was strictly prohibited.

They were just blocking my way inside...

Today is a complete disaster for me.

Just as Xu Zihang was about to slump against the car door and pretend to be dead, he suddenly turned around and saw Luo Xiu as his only hope for revenge.

"Brother, Brother Xiu, God Luo! You have to show off your skills later!"

My second brother brought some kind of professional guy with him; he's definitely going to be incredibly arrogant.

You take this graphics card; you have to show him who the real expert is!

Xu Zihang used both sweet talk and persuasive tactics.

Luo Xiu only extracted one useful piece of information from all that rambling: "Professional Bro".

This means that there is now a more valuable reference coordinate system on this track today.

Luo Xiu touched the 3090 in his hand and nodded.

"it is good."

……

The entrance to the P-room rest area is very well air-conditioned.

Xu Zihao is not arrogant like the villains in TV dramas.

Instead, he straightened the collar of his spotless Alpinestars top-of-the-line racing suit and greeted her with a broad smile.

"Zihang, you brought your friends over? That's great, they all look very energetic."

The second young master of the Xu family swept his gaze over everyone, and when he saw Luo Xiu's school uniform, his smile became even warmer, as if he had seen his younger brother bring a stray cat home.

"Brother, this is Luo Xiu, the one I told you about, a super expert!"

Xu Zihang couldn't wait to push Luo Xiu forward, as if he were showing off his most prized possession.

Xu Zihao glanced at Luo Xiu again. Luo Xiu looked sleepy and as if he was about to lose power, which made his smile freeze for a moment, but he quickly regained his perfect mask.

"Greetings, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Xu Zihao's tone was dismissive, like he was coaxing a child, before he turned and pointed to the man behind him who was looking at data.

"Let me introduce you to Mr. Chen Pengfei, a two-time CTCC annual champion. I specially invited him to help with the car setup today."

The man referred to as Teacher Chen turned around upon hearing this. He was very thin, with dark skin, and his eyes revealed the coldness and focus unique to professional racers.

They weren't as arrogant as I'd imagined.

He was very thin, and his skin had a bronze color from long-term exposure to the sun.

He was holding a microfiber cloth and carefully wiping the dust off his helmet visor, his movements as gentle as if he were cleaning a sacred relic.

Hearing Xu Zihao's boasting, he simply nodded politely to the students, his eyes calm and composed.

"Teacher Chen is a master..." Xu Zihao continued to pile up titles.

"Don't mention the 'expert' here, I can't accept that."

Chen Pengfei suddenly interrupted him, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable humility.

The scene was a bit embarrassing.

Chen Pengfei seemed to have noticed this as well, and pointed to a poster on the wall, trying to quickly change the subject.

That's the historical lap time chart for this track; it's been so long that the paper has turned yellow.

"On this track, there is only one god."

Chen Pengfei's gaze lingered on the driver ID at the very top of the leaderboard, which had faded somewhat—'LKL'.

"Over the past five years, he has set the fastest lap record for almost every type of racing car, including go-karts, touring cars, GT3, and GT4."

A hint of melancholy flickered in Chen Pengfei's eyes, the helplessness of a pursuer facing an illusion.

"No matter how many championships we've won, we're just chasing his taillights here."

Everyone present immediately felt a deep respect for LKL.

"Alright, now that everyone's here."

Xu Zihao clapped his hands, his tone carrying the businesslike air typical of an adult.

"Today was supposed to be Zihang's birthday, and we thank everyone for coming to celebrate. However..."

broken.

Xu Zihang had a bad feeling and was about to speak when Xu Zihao spoke first.

"It was indeed my fault for not planning ahead," Xu Zihao sighed, his expression utterly sincere.

"Teacher Chen will be testing the dry settings of that GT3 RS later. For safety reasons, only touring car groups are allowed on the track today."

next time,

Next time you come, I'll arrange a go-karting session for you.

Xu Zihang's face immediately darkened. Next time, next time, it's always next time.

This means that not only him, but also the students he mentors can no longer ride go-karts.

Before anyone could show any disappointment, Xu Zihao turned and pointed to the glass cubicle at the very back of the lounge, his face bearing his usual perfect smile.

"However, since you're already here, we can't let you all come for nothing. I've arranged a better place for you."