F1: Starting with a Simulator Master

The red light went out in the second round of the main competition.

Game start!

Engage first gear, rev the engine, release the clutch, and maintain steering stability while revving the engine.

Race car number 6 launched smoothly in one go.

Luo Xiu's world was once again enveloped in that strange tranquility.

Everything around me is slowing down.

The car in front made a mistake at the start and was forced to stand still.

The other car started successfully, but it was unusually slow, and a gap appeared right between the two cars.

For ordinary drivers, it's a death zone, a dangerous area where a collision could happen at any moment.

But in Luo Xiu's eyes, it was a green channel.

The clutch was already disengaged, and the accelerator was gradually pressed to the maximum.

The red race car was like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, sliding into the gap without any resistance.

Second gear, third gear, fourth gear.

The roar of the engine exploded in my ears.

Before the T1 bend, on a long straight, he had already overtaken three cars thanks to his starting advantage.

Apply the brakes smoothly 130 meters before the bend.

As the tires screeched at the edge of their limits, Luo Xiu precisely locked onto the inside line.

As he glided through the apex of the corner with perfect traction braking, Chen Pengfei's position announcement came through his headset.

"P5. Great start."

Everything went as smoothly as planned.

Until he exited the corner at T1, the lines of the four cars in front of him foreshadowed their intentions.

The four cars suddenly changed their rhythm.

The competition, which should have been a free-for-all, suddenly took a strange turn.

The lead car deliberately slowed down its entry speed into the corner, while the three cars behind it seemed to have planned it in advance, spreading out in a fan shape and firmly occupying all the available lines on the track.

Luo Xiu tried to tap the ball on the outside of T4.

The car in front immediately changed lanes to the outside, even going so far as to put half of its wheels on the grass, in order to block Luo Xiu's route.

That was a wall.

A wall made of malice and tacit understanding.

"The car in front changed lanes in the braking area."

Luo Xiu's voice reported the actions of the vehicle ahead in the TR.

In the live stream, Xu Zihang was furious.

"This is filthy! Is this a race or a bus parking area?!"

He pointed at the obstructive action on the screen, which was clearly a violation of sportsmanship, and spoke with great enthusiasm.

"While F4 allows for intense competition, are the race stewards blind to this kind of darting lanes on the straight and then changing lanes in the braking zone?!"

The comments section was filled with insults.

This is disgusting! It's obvious that even if I can't win, I won't let Luo Xiu win either.

This is targeting, blatant targeting.

[My poor Luo Shen, how did he manage to run away?]

[As expected, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake.]

On the racetrack, this nausea continues.

A full 15 minutes.

The competition is halfway through.

Luo Xiu is still stuck at P5.

It felt like constipation.

When Luo Xiu takes advantage of the corner exit and is able to catch up with the P4 car (fourth place) on the straight, the P3 car (third place) further ahead will change lanes to block Luo Xiu's overtaking route.

Then let P4 fill the gap left by P3.

It's like when you're driving in the fast lane on the highway and you're about to overtake the car that's already alongside you on the right.

The car in front will use its superior position to block your path, leaving you nowhere to go but to obediently follow behind.

When Luo Xiu skillfully maneuvers his P4 car by using late braking or crossovers in corners, something even more outrageous happens.

P2 also joined the blockade, leaving Luo Xiu with nowhere to go again. If he didn't choose to crash into them, he would have to brake and slow down to avoid them.

Logically speaking, under such offensive and defensive conditions, the struggle between Luo Xiu and P4 and P3 would result in a significant loss of time.

P2 and P1 drivers can easily pull their cars far ahead, gaining a significant time advantage.

However, the current situation is that P2 and P1 drivers are not doing this.

Their four race cars were tied together tightly, like they were wearing oversized trousers.

The sole purpose was to prevent Luo Xiu from winning another championship.

It may look unsightly, but it is effective.

No matter how fast you go through a corner or how perfectly you exit it, as soon as you reach the straightaway, the car in front will use its slipstream and positional advantage to block you completely.

And if you try to overtake on a curve, they'll act like a suicide squad, willing to die with you rather than let you go unchecked.

This is not a competition at all.

This is a hunt.

As Luo Xiu watched the four cars brake and accelerate almost simultaneously, his gaze gradually turned cold.

He didn't like the feeling of being treated like prey.

"Since you want to ride the train..."

Luo Xiu flicked the brake ratio distribution knob behind the steering wheel, shifting the braking center of gravity forward by 2%.

"Let's see who derails first."

He began to launch a more aggressive attack.

Every time he entered a corner, he would shove the front of his car into the blind spot of the car in front, forcing the other driver to make a defensive move.

Even if you can't beat them, you should still make them feel bad.

On several occasions, his front wing was less than a few centimeters away from the rear diffuser of the car in front.

This is a form of psychological pressure.

He's gambling.

I'm betting that this hastily assembled alliance of interests doesn't have that strong a mentality.

At the same time, such intense offense and defense will also cause the tires of the race car to wear out faster, and they may not even be able to last for a race of less than half an hour.

Luo Xiu was like a ruthless hunter with great patience, constantly provoking his prey to reveal its weaknesses.

However, at that moment...

it's dark.

The sunlight, which was initially quite dazzling, was instantly swallowed up by the thick, dark clouds.

The entire Sepang circuit was like it had been turned off.

"Crackling sound."

Almost simultaneously, the first raindrop hit Luo Xiu's goggles, spreading out like a small flower.

Then came the second drop, the third drop...

Heavy rain.

The grip on the track immediately changed.

The dry asphalt, which was originally blackish-gray and whitish, began to show a deep black sheen.

This is a critical point.

A physical critical point from dry land to wetland.

The radio channels of most drivers instantly became lively.

"Box! Box! Box!" (Hurry up and enter the station! Hurry up and enter the station!)

"Rain tires! Now!"

The four cars ahead seemed to have received the same instruction, and they all cut into the pit lane entrance line in the same circle.

After the disastrous experience of yesterday's practice match, they certainly don't want to go through another "celebrity practice session".

They need to change to rain tires.

This is human instinct.

Racing is dangerous, and it's even more dangerous when it rains.

Switching to rain tires is the only safe option.

Luo Xiu was already closely following the four cars, and at this moment he was less than 5 meters away from the white line at the entrance of the maintenance area.

Chen Pengfei had notified Luo Xiu to come to the pit to change to rain tires a minute earlier via TR.

"Box Box Box!" Chen Pengfei's voice was now practically spitting smoke over the radio.

However, Luo Xiu did not slow down before the white line at the entrance to the maintenance area. Instead, he suddenly turned the steering wheel and accelerated at full throttle toward the straight road.

He did not choose to go to the station to change the tire!

"What the fuck..."

Chen Pengfei was so anxious that he blurted out his native language.

"Are you crazy?! It's pouring rain outside!!"

In some sections of the road, it was already pouring rain.

Running in a downpour with bald tires is no different from suicide.

"One lap."

Luo Xiu's voice came through the static, so calm it was infuriating.

"Just one lap."