F1: Starting with a Simulator Master

Just as Rosin was getting more and more excited, the audience was getting increasingly bored.

The director was very astute; after Luo Xiu started cruising, he was almost never shown on camera again.

The live stream began to focus for an extended period on the fierce battle among midstream companies vying for the P10 chip.

Only on the left-hand column of the information leaderboard, XIU LUO, who consistently holds the number one spot, and the purple fastest lap mark next to him, are making their presence felt.

Of course, there's also that number that keeps widening its gap with the second-place team.

Distance to P2: +5.0s...+8.0s...+12.0s...

Luo Xiu seemed to be running a different race altogether.

A time trial where he was the only one competing.

More than twenty minutes later, Luo Xiu, who was in the lead, finally got his own shot.

At this moment, Luo Xiu's car had already sped out of the T10 Ascari corner. For the next while, the main grandstand could only hear the arrogant roar of his leading car, because the second-place car was still far away.

All television broadcasts routinely switched back to the main straight, waiting for the moment when the first driver crossed the finish line.

Moments later, the No. 12 car, which had delivered a series of spectacular performances for the audience this weekend, appeared on camera, roaring out from the corner of the main straight from the grandstand.

The moment the checkered flag was waved vigorously over the main straight, car number 12, like a red lightning bolt, steadily crossed the finish line!

"P1! What a drive! Unbelievable!"

(P1! What amazing driving! Absolutely incredible!)

"XIU LUO! He conquered Monza this weekend!"

At the exact moment the car crossed the finish line, commentators from various European F3 channels, including those in English and Spanish, erupted in heartfelt praise for Rodriguez's dominant performance throughout the weekend.

On the team's radio, track engineer Marco's voice, brimming with undisguised joy and excitement, came through.

"P1! XIU! Well done! Congratulations!" (First place, Xiu Luo, well done, congratulations!)

Meanwhile, in the noisy P room, the technicians were already celebrating together, and Marco joined in after turning off TR.

Who would have thought that a firefighter who was temporarily brought in to fill a vacancy would actually win the F3 Grand Slam this weekend!

This directly secured the team's title as the annual team championship one race early.

Even more exciting is that this exceptionally skilled firefighter will become a formally signed driver for the team next year!

With him, how strong will Prema be next year? Marco gets excited just thinking about it.

On the track.

Luo Xiu finally crossed the finish line and let out a long breath, completely relaxing the nerves that had been taut for a full 45 minutes.

The sharp pain in his back and the soreness in his muscles surged like a tide after he breathed his last, but he was already used to it and didn't even flinch.

After entering the return lap, Luo Xiu proactively shifted up gears early, deliberately reducing the engine speed, making the roar that had been raging all day become softer and deeper.

This is the victor's time to parade.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and waved to the spectators on both sides of the track with his right hand.

The stands were already in an uproar.

The Monza circuit has always been a territory belonging to Italians, or even just to the passionate, deep red Ferrari.

But today, amidst the surging crowds at Tiefo Temple, which resembled a tsunami, a few bright five-star red flags stood out as the most unique and vibrant colors.

In a corner of the grandstand, not very close to the starting straight, several Chinese students who had bought tickets on a whim to visit this racing mecca were now desperately clinging to the wire mesh.

Some of them had already shouted until their voices were hoarse, some had slightly red eyes, and some even excitedly took off their jackets with the Prancing Horse logo, just so they could wave the Chinese national flag they had pulled out from the bottom of their suitcases higher and more freely in the strong winds of northern Italy.

Who would have thought?

At the very center of the podium, the most sacred home ground of F1, a podium that has been dominated by the heritage of European motorsport for a century.

Today, there is actually a Chinese person with black hair and yellow skin standing here!

Even though he is currently standing on the F3 podium.

But who knows what the future holds?

As the red and white number 12 race car, with its arrogant engine roar, swept past them in a low, deep roar, and as Luo Xiu raised one hand to salute the stands...

"Awesome!!!!"

Without the complex whistling and elaborate praise of Westerners, a single, pure, even raw and primal Chinese phrase, carrying all the passion and pride of a few young Chinese people, broke through the roar of 100,000 foreigners in the audience and soared into the sky.

Luo Xiu spotted them immediately.

At the same time, all the large screens on site flashed.

The somewhat rushed official photo of Luo Xiu taken on Friday took up most of the screen, followed by a list of terrifying statistics that would go down in history.

Pole position in qualifying, sprint champion starting from 12th, fastest sprint lap, race champion, fastest lap in the race, led the entire race, and driver of the weekend.

And most importantly, the fastest lap in F3 Monza history: 1 minute 37.431 seconds.

This represents a Super Grand Slam, and it means that Rochefort's name will be forever engraved on the historical monument of the Monza circuit.

This was the perfect weekend in the racing world.

This is the ultimate proof of dominance.

At this moment.

Thousands of miles away in China, it's prime time at 2 PM on Sunday afternoon.

Xu Zihang's live stream had already started lagging due to excessive traffic, and the barrage of comments was so thick that the screen was completely obscured.

Meanwhile, the control rooms of major sports platforms were in complete chaos.

A certain video platform, a certain video streaming service, and even the traditionally conservative Five Star Sports all temporarily cut off their original program signals and broadcast the final few laps of this F3 match.

For Chinese racing fans, this is like a dream come true.

On the television, the signature, trembling voice of the famous F1 commentator, Bing Ge, came through.

"Dear viewers, please remember this name: Luo Xiu."

"This weekend, in Monza, at Ferrari's home ground."

"He announced his arrival to the world with a perfect Grand Slam."

"A professional commentator must be willing to make judgments!"

"I boldly predict that this will be another leading figure in the younger generation of Chinese motorsport, at least on par with Zhou Guanyu!"

"Now, please welcome the director. We've prepared a highlight reel in advance, so let's quickly take a look back at Luo Xiu's amazing performance this weekend."

……

On the big screen, Luo Xiu parked the race car in front of the P1 sign.

He did not get out of the car immediately.

The excruciating pain from the back wound began to return exponentially after the adrenaline subsided.

He took a deep breath in the cockpit, waiting for the dizziness from the pain to subside.

Then, he braced himself against the edges of the cockpit and slowly stood up.

Under the watchful eyes of 100,000 people.

He raised his fists high.

"Xiu—Luo—!!!"

The cheers from the stands surged in like a tsunami.

At this moment, Luo Xiu knew.

He's become addicted to the cheers.