F1: Starting with a Simulator Master

"Family members, type 'NB' in the chat!"

[His brain is driving!]

This is a true academic-level racer!

[A display of national power! Tears well up in my eyes!]

[Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!]

The live stream was instantly flooded with "Awesome!" and the sentiment completely shifted from questioning "Was he cheating?" to worshipping the "human computer".

Amidst the noisy background of the P room, Xu Zihang pointed the camera at Luo Xiu.

Luo Xiu's image remains unchanged: he calmly tilts his head back and gulps down a mouthful of iced cola.

It was as if the thrilling rain battle just now was just an ordinary simulation exercise.

This extreme contrast between the two characters made the comments section even more frenzied.

Being young is great; you can drink whatever you want without worrying about diabetes.

[Luo Shen is awesome!]

[I've learned this so well, awesome!]

……

The rain showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, it intensified.

What started as rain has now turned into a torrential downpour.

The entire repair area was shrouded in a white mist, with visibility less than ten meters.

The water depth on the track instantly exceeded 30 millimeters.

In this situation, any vehicle that gets on board will become like a rudderless boat, completely uncontrollable.

"Race 3 Cancelled. Red Flag Condition."

The broadcast came the helpless voice of the organizers.

Monsoon rains are the most common force majeure event in Sepang.

Luo Xiu looked at the continuous rain outside the window and took off his helmet.

Some regrets.

He originally wanted to test the consistency of his ability to compete in the rain again in the third round of the main competition.

But that's the game.

Sometimes, fate is the biggest player.

There was no controversy, only official procedures.

Luo Xiu believes that the current sample size of actual combat data in rain battles is not large enough, and he will conservatively rate the ability to fight in rain battles as B+ for the time being.

The competition officials came over with the printed results sheets to sign.

According to the rules, the weekend champion will be determined directly based on the total score of the first and second rounds.

With two P1s in hand, Luo Xiu's championship is a foregone conclusion.

On the awards stage.

Although there was no national anthem, the feeling of standing on the highest podium with that heavy trophy in hand was real.

The rainwater carried the smell of Malaysian sparkling water.

The flash of light refracted into rings of light in the rain and mist.

Amid the clamor of celebration, Luo Xiu's gaze pierced through the crowd and focused on three people below the stage.

Xu Zihang wasn't even wearing a raincoat; he was soaking wet but still holding a selfie stick, shouting "Awesome!" like a madman.

Although Chen Pengfei always had that serious expression, he stood there with his hands in his pockets, a smile in his eyes, and nodded slightly to him.

Xu Zihao stood not far from the audience, holding an umbrella in one hand and gesturing with his phone in the other.

He gestured for Luo Xiu to strike a pose, wanting to take a memorable photo.

Luo Xiu took a deep breath and raised the trophy high.

Thank you everyone!

Luo Xiu shouted "Thank you!" to the audience, especially to the three people present.

An hour later, in the tournament office.

The rain outside intensified and showed no signs of stopping, but the noise from the stadium had faded away.

Xu Zihang was still in the P room, busy interacting with the top donors and giving them gifts, determined to squeeze every last drop of popularity out of the live stream.

Chen Pengfei, on the other hand, stayed in the pit room, where he was learning and copying valuable telemetry data from the rain battle with the help of local team data engineers.

For a professional like him, crossing the finish line doesn't mean the race is over; data analysis is the second half of the battle.

Only Xu Zihao brought Luo Xiu here.

"Wait a moment."

While casually checking the final settlement statement, Xu Zihao asked a question that still had no definite answer.

"Can the 25+25 points we received be counted in China's FIA Super License points system?"

This is what he cares about most right now.

The main reason for the trip to Sepang was to obtain an international racing photo.

But since I participated in the competition anyway, I ended up winning two championships.

The points awarded as a championship prize should be implemented.

"The settlement statement is correct. The checks have been issued."

Xu Zihao closed the folder, a signature business-like fake smile on his face.

His trip to Sepang was actually for two things: to get a racing license and to earn points.

The former has been successfully completed; now only the final step remains.

"Um, by the way, could you ask me something?"

Xu Zihao casually pointed to the points page on the computer screen on his desk and asked the same question again.

When will these points be synchronized to the domestic database? I mean, for example, in the database of the China Automobile and Motorcycle Sports Federation (CAMF)?

This is a very practical issue. With the domestic competitions more than halfway through, every point is crucial now.

The Malay official behind the desk stopped writing.

He looked up, his eyes somewhat bewildered, as if it were the first time he had heard someone ask such detailed questions.

"Update? Yes, the system will update automatically."

The official answered casually in heavily accented English, then lowered his head to continue organizing the documents.

"When?" Xu Zihao pressed.

"Maybe a week. Maybe... you know, it's complicated... I don't know, it depends on the FIA ​​rules..."

The official shrugged, giving a meaningless answer.

Xu Zihao frowned slightly.

"Do we need to take any paper documents back with a stamp?"

He tried to put this into something tangible and concrete.

"No need. Everything is electronic now."

The official waved his hand impatiently, pointed outside the door, and gestured for the next person.

Xu Zihao stood there, feeling very uncomfortable with the sense of being out of control.

In the business world, once a contract is signed, it's signed; once the money arrives, it's arrived.

But here, within this vast and loosely structured FIA system, everything seems so blurry.

"I have a bad feeling."

Stepping out of the office through the glass door, Xu Zihao looked at the rain outside and took out a cigar from his pocket, but then, remembering that this was a no-smoking area, he irritably put it back.

"These people are too careless in their work. If we get stuck with these points halfway through, by the time we get back home, we'll really just have two trophies to show off."

He turned to look at Luo Xiu, a rare hint of worry in his eyes.

This worry wasn't about money, but rather because he was afraid of causing delays.

If the points don't arrive, all subsequent plans, higher-level competitions, and larger business ventures could be stalled.

However, Luo Xiu didn't seem to care about any of this.

He stood under the eaves, carrying the gear bag containing his racing suit, and reached out to catch a drop of rain.

"So what?"

Luo Xiu's voice was very soft, half of it drowned out by the sound of the rain.

"If they don't admit it, we can just go back to our country and win again."

Just as the two were leaving the tournament building and heading back to their hotel to rest, a voice called out to them.

A broken sentence in Chinese came from behind me.

"Do you want to challenge Zhou Guanyu, or do you want to be Ye Yifei's opponent?"