F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Above the Jeddah coastal racetrack, the stars and thousands of high-pressure mercury lamps create a dazzling spectacle.

The race has entered the extremely tense 25th lap, just past the halfway point.

After that thrilling drift and cornering maneuver, Lin Feng's hard tires finally reached their perfect operating temperature window.

At this moment, the track presented a scene that was extremely rare in F1 history, and could even be described as somewhat bizarre.

The Ferrari No. 28 car, which was in first place, and the Red Bull No. 1 car, which was in second place, were side by side.

The difference between the two remained firmly between 0.8 and 1.1 seconds!

Each time he passed the DRS checkpoint, Verstappen was able to accurately obtain the permission to deploy the rear wing.

On the main straight, the Red Bull race car, with its terrifying top speed, frantically approached the red Prancing Horse ahead.

However, whenever Verstappen tried to overtake in the braking zone, Lin Feng always managed to use an incredibly accurate tracking brake to keep the car firmly in the defensive line on the inside, and at the moment of exiting the corner, he used Schumacher's abnormal throttle micro-management skills to obtain better traction than Red Bull, widening the gap once again!

"This is too brutal! This is absolutely the ultimate psychological torture!"

In the CCTV5 studio, Sha Tong clenched his fists, his forehead covered in sweat. "Verstappen activated DRS for ten consecutive laps, attempting to overtake for ten consecutive laps, but Lin Feng was like an impenetrable Great Wall of Steel! He not only didn't make any mistakes, but his racing line didn't even deviate from its proper position! Is this the kind of consistency a twenty-year-old rookie can possess?!"

石一瑛看着手中的数据终端：「沙桐老师，你看林枫的圈速！从第20圈到第30圈，他每一圈的成绩都在1分32秒8到1分32秒9之间跳动。误差不超过零点一秒！」

Inside the Red Bull booth at this moment.

Team leader Horner held his head in his hands, his face filled with disbelief.

On the track, Max Verstappen, a three-time world champion known for his composure, finally began to lose his composure.

"What is he doing?! What on earth is he doing?!"

Verstappen roared angrily and desperately over the team radio, "This Ferrari is as slow as a tortoise on the straights, but it's like it's glued to the ground in the corners! My front wing has lost all downforce at this distance, my front tires are practically being roasted! I can't even touch it!"

The engineer GP said helplessly, "Marx, calm down. Your left front tire is already overheated. Step back a little and create two seconds of distance. You need to find clean air to cool the tire, otherwise you won't make it to the end of the race."

"If I back down, I'll lose all chance to compete for the championship!" Verstappen slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

He is not willing!

Being overtaken and subjected to thirty laps of exhaust fumes by a substitute driver who had never raced before, driving a car with slightly inferior performance, was a huge insult to his world championship title!

"Never mind! Give me the highest engine speed, I'm going to take him down at the next corner!" Verstappen was completely enraged.

Ahead, inside the cockpit of a Ferrari.

Lin Feng maintained that breathtakingly steady rhythm.

The passive skill 【Precision Flow】 keeps his mind in a state of extreme emptiness. Although the lateral acceleration of up to 5G is constantly tearing at his body, the 【Iron Neck】 acts like an invisible steel frame, steadily supporting his head.

"Lin, well done. Max's tires are deteriorating rapidly, and his lap time was just 0.3 seconds slower." Engineer Ricardo's voice on the radio had gone from initial fear to ecstasy and admiration.

"Roger that, Ricciardo. Tell me what the fastest lap time is right now?" Lin Feng asked.

"The current fastest lap was set by Max on lap 22, 1 minute 32.5 seconds. Do you need to speed up? I don't recommend doing that; preserving the tire is more important," Ricciardo quickly advised.

Lin Feng glanced at the system panel on his retina, which only he could see.

[Limited-Time Advanced Mission: The King of Pretenders Always Keeps His Word]

[Current status: Not more than 0.5 seconds behind any timer segment.]

"Preservation? I've already done it thirty times." Lin Feng chuckled lightly. "Tell Fred, now watch my performance."

The race has reached lap 45, with only 5 laps left to the finish line!

Verstappen, behind him, was unable to keep up with Lin Feng's pace due to severe tire deterioration, and the gap between the two widened to 2.5 seconds.

Just when everyone thought Lin Feng would cruise back to the championship with ease, the "LIN" representing Lin Feng on the timeline on the left side of the screen suddenly flashed with a dazzling purple light!

First time slot: Get purple!

Second time slot: Clear purple!

「我的天吶！林枫在干什幺？他还在疯狂地推进！」沙桐指着屏幕叫道，「他在第46圈，用一套跑了将近30圈的旧硬胎，做出了全场最快圈速！1分31秒9！！他把维斯塔潘的最快圈速超过了足足0.6秒！！！」

"This is truly devastating! This is a complete psychological blow!" Shi Yiying exclaimed, tears welling in her eyes. "He's not only going to beat you in position, he's going to completely crush you in terms of speed! And good news, everyone! Our other Chinese driver, Zhou Guanyu, just overtook Yuki Tsunoda at Turn 1 and moved up to ninth place! The two Chinese stars are going to score points in Jeddah today!"

Inside the Red Bull pit room, Horner closed his eyes in despair.

That's it, I've lost everything.

The last lap.

Preparations for the fireworks display over Jeddah have already begun.

Lin Feng drove the red SF-24 gracefully through the last bend.

Ahead, there is no Red Bull, no McLaren, no Mercedes.

Only the black and white checkered flag belongs to the victors!

"Cross the finish line! Lin Feng!! We are the champions!!!"

Sha Tong's voice, choked with sobs, was relayed to every corner of China via broadcast signal.

"The champion of the 2024 Formula 1 Saudi Grand Prix has been crowned! A miracle! An unprecedented miracle! Lin Feng, a 20-year-old Chinese youngster, was called upon in a crisis and had no prior racing experience. Starting from pole position, he led the entire race! He withstood a 50-lap onslaught from a three-time world champion, etching this weighty championship trophy with the name of a Chinese person!!!"

"P1! Lin! You're the champion! You're the champion!!" Ricciardo and Vassell were already crying their eyes out on the radio, and the entire team channel was filled with roars in Italian and English.

Inside the cockpit.

Lin Feng slowly released the accelerator, and the race car entered the deceleration lap.

He leaned heavily against the headrest, panting heavily. Even with the system's enhancements, the hour and a half of intense fighting had almost drained him of every last bit of strength. But the ultimate thrill of reaching the pinnacle of the world made his very soul tremble.

"Grazie ragazzi!" Lin Feng shouted over the radio in a newly learned Italian phrase, "This car is fantastic! Are the hamburgers ready?!"

At the same time, the long-awaited system notification sound rang out in my mind like heavenly music.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the main quest: Defend the Lead!]

[Mission Rating: SSS (Leading the entire race, unchallenged)!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the limited-time advanced mission: The King of Pretenders Always Keeps His Word!]

[Mission Assessment: The host must not be more than 0.5 seconds behind Verstappen in any single timed segment throughout all 50 laps, and must also achieve the fastest lap and win the race.]

[Rewards being processed...]

[System points earned: 1000 (Main Story) + 1000 (Advanced) + 1000 (SSS-level doubled) = 3000 points!]

[Gain attribute points: Dynamic Vision Enhancement (Beginner)!]

[Gained passive skill: 'Legendary Chassis Tuning Mastery'!]

[Gain 1 chance to randomly draw a legendary player's passive skill!]

[Punishment canceled: The host is no longer required to perform the social dance.]

"Phew—" Lin Feng let out a long sigh of relief.

"Screw your social dance, I'm going to be a ten-time champion!"

He held the steering wheel with one hand and stretched the other out of the cockpit, pumping his fist forcefully towards the Chinese fans in the stands who were wildly waving the five-star red flag.

At this moment, in a green Sauber race car not far away, Zhou Guanyu, who finished ninth and also achieved the best result of the season, specially drove his car over to drive alongside Lin Feng's Ferrari.

Two cars, one red and one green, stood under the dazzling night sky, and the two Chinese drivers gave each other a big thumbs up across their cockpits.