F1: Starting with a Simulator Master

Luo Xiu did not answer, but simply nodded slightly.

Rosin's voice was as cold as a finely tuned diagnostic machine, devoid of any emotion, offering only chilling judgments based on data.

"Even when your heart rate spikes to 192, you can still precisely control the release of the brakes and even correct rear wheel slippage when exiting a corner."

This is a compliment.

But the next sentence is the verdict.

"But your body can't stay in that state indefinitely, and you can't just drive on instinct. F1 races last for two hours, and the physical demands are even higher. You might receive instructions from the team at any time and need to make precise judgments and take precise actions. You can't get into F1 just by relying on instinct."

Rosin then tapped the screen to play back the car camera footage.

"Look at T17 entering the corner. Your head is visibly tilted to the outside of the cockpit, and your helmet hits the foam on the edge of the cockpit. At that moment, you can't even see where the apex of the corner is."

Luo Xiu knew perfectly well that his neck muscles were starting to give way during the last two left-hand right-angle turns.

So helmets are following the trend.

"You can rely on willpower to get through a single lap, and even if your vision is blurry, you can still bring the car back. But as the race progresses, your physical exertion will increase exponentially."

Rosin raised his head and lectured Luo Xiu in exaggerated terms.

"Based on this data, you might be able to finish the 45-minute race, but in the last few laps you might be unable to resist the centrifugal force due to neck fatigue. In this case, you will lose a lot of speed every lap. F3 is not just about being fast on a single lap, but also a battlefield of race endurance."

Marco, standing nearby, understood what Rosin was actually trying to do: he was trying to suppress Luo Xiu.

Because geniuses usually only receive praise, arrogance, self-righteousness, and disdain for others are their common problems.

Therefore, Rosin had to dampen Luo Xiu's enthusiasm so that he could take the initiative in the upcoming negotiations.

"Rosin is right. We've been in this business for decades and have never seen anything like this before. You have great talent, but your physical fitness is a big problem."

His gaze towards Luo Xiu was complex, as if he were looking at a young Verstappen, yet he couldn't show it directly, which was not good for either Luo Xiu or the upcoming negotiations.

Marco spread his hands, gesturing two parallel lines that could never overlap.

"Your speed perception and car handling skills are at least at the F2 level. They might even be more acute than those second-year F2 drivers."

"But your physical fitness..."

Marco shook his head.

"You're not even as strong as a slightly stronger F4 driver. Your neck is too thin, and your core strength is completely insufficient."

"This is like..."

Marco thought for a moment and came up with a brilliant analogy.

"It's like forcibly mounting a Ferrari's V12 engine onto a bicycle frame."

This is called a glass cannon.

It is extremely powerful, but after firing a few shots, the cannon will fall apart.

A brief silence fell over the room.

Xu Zihao couldn't quite figure out what the other party wanted to say, but his businessman's intuition told him a very simple truth.

Those who complain about the goods are the ones who actually want to buy them. Only those who genuinely want to sign a contract will point out problems so bluntly.

Xu Zihao was very patient. He had confidence in Luo Xiu and in his own judgment.

Luo Xiu looked down at his wrist.

The skin there was so fair that you could even see the bluish veins underneath.

These hands can tirelessly set the fastest lap times for hours on end on the simulator.

But in reality, the situation is different in environments with 3.5G or even close to 4G.

At the very end of that flight circle, his vision did indeed blur for a moment.

It is a fact that physical fitness standards are not met.

He couldn't refute it.

Perhaps it's not the right time to enter F3 yet, Luo Xiu made up his mind, and when he got back, he would train his physical fitness to the bone.

"so what?"

Xu Zihao's voice suddenly interrupted.

The sponsor was not intimidated by Rosin and Marco's technical jargon.

He grasped the most important information; Luo Xiu was fast enough, but his body needed training.

For him, exercising is just a matter of spending money, and any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

Rosin pulled out a pre-prepared contract from the folder and pushed it in front of Luo Xiu.

White A4 paper. Red Prema logo.

That's the ladder to F1, and a piece of paper that countless young drivers dream of obtaining.

Luo Xiu was somewhat surprised. He had thought that the other party's insistence on his physical fitness was an attempt to discourage him from continuing.

To my surprise, they handed me a contract.

Luo Xiu reached out, his fingertips touching the edge of the paper; the realistic touch invigorated him.

He was willing to accept whatever the contract requirements were.

Because this is a real step towards F1.

"We are willing to offer a one-year F3 driver contract, including the remainder of this season's winter testing and the full season next year."

Rosin then changed the subject.

"but."

He picked up a pen and drew a heavy line on the supplementary terms page of the contract.

"There is an additional clause here."

"Before the official winter testing begins this year, you must pass Prema's internal F3 fitness test. This includes a neck G-force simulation test and a required maximum oxygen uptake. This is the minimum requirement for our team's championship drivers."

Rosin looked at Luo Xiu.

"If you fail to meet the standards before this, or if your lap time drops by more than 1.5 seconds during the test due to physical reasons, Prema has the right to terminate the contract unilaterally."

"Given your current physical condition, what are the chances of passing the test before that time..."

Rosin held up five fingers.

"Only 50%."

Half and half.

Rosin was basically pouring cold water on Luo Xiu from beginning to end.

This is what he considers the most effective approach when facing a genius.

Simply praising and encouraging a genius will only make him more arrogant.

Only by making him understand that he is not good enough yet, and by directly stating the corresponding requirements in the contract, will the genius take these problems that must be solved seriously.

This is also the difference between top professional drivers and ordinary drivers.

Luo Xiu was somewhat surprised that the additional terms and conditions proposed by the other party were so simple.

In the simulator, he would crash a car a thousand times in a row in order to find that 0.01-second limit.

With my current physical condition, can I really have a 50% pass rate?

It's as simple as telling him, "You can win as long as you don't make mistakes."

He nodded calmly.

"I'll sign."

Rosin was very satisfied; it seemed that Luo Xiu, this genius, was quite obedient.

Then he turned to look at Xu Zihao, who hadn't said a word.

"Furthermore, Mr. Xu, I must remind you that if you want to get him in shape within this timeframe, you'll need top-tier resources."

"Moreover, F3 is just the beginning. Every race, test, and wear and tear..."