F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Now, please welcome Sergio Perez, the third-place finisher in the 2024 Formula One World Championship and the Saudi Grand Prix!"

"Runner-up – Max Verstappen!"

"And the champion of this race, the youngest F1 debut Grand Prix winner in history, is Lin Feng from China!!!"

As the announcer's voice rang out in a hoarse voice, the glass doors slowly opened to both sides.

Lin Feng strode confidently onto the podium, which symbolized the highest honor in the racing world.

When he stepped onto the highest step in the middle, marked with the number 1, the entire Jeddah coastal racetrack, from the main grandstand to the grass at the far end of the track, erupted with a tremendous roar that could have lifted the dome of the sky.

Below the stage, the red Ferrari contingent had already formed a sea of ​​joy. And within that sea of ​​red, countless bright and dazzling five-star red flags fluttered in the night wind of the Arabian Peninsula.

"Everyone stand up."

As soon as the host finished speaking, the entire venue fell silent.

On the big screen, a bright red five-star flag, accompanied by Ferrari's prancing horse team flag, slowly rose to its highest point.

The stirring and tragic "March of the Volunteers," filled with boundless energy, resounded for the first time on the podium of F1, the top motorsport series dominated by European and American drivers for over seventy years!

"Arise! Ye who refuse to be slaves! Let our flesh and blood forge our new Great Wall..."

Listening to this deeply ingrained melody and watching the red flag fluttering in the night sky, Lin Feng felt a surge of heat in his eyes. An indescribable sense of pride and mission swept through his body like an electric current.

Below the stage, countless Chinese students and overseas Chinese who had come specifically to watch the competition were already in tears. They sang the national anthem with all their might, following the broadcast, their voices even drowning out the sound of the waves crashing outside the track.

In this sport, which represents the pinnacle of human industrial achievement and the ultimate speed and passion, the Chinese people have finally stood at the top of the world!

After the national anthem was played, the Italian national anthem, representing the Ferrari team, followed.

When FIA President Sulayem personally handed the heavy, golden Saudi Grand Prix trophy to Lin Feng, Lin Feng raised it high above his head and kissed the rim of the trophy forcefully.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Golden ribbons fluttered in the air.

Lin Feng had just put down the trophy and picked up the champagne on the ground when, before he could even shake it, two jets of icy water, one on each side, were sprayed onto his face like high-pressure water guns!

"Hahaha! Welcome to F1, rookie!" Verstappen and Perez, in perfect unison, sandwiched Lin Feng, laughing as they poured most of a bottle of champagne over his head.

"Holy crap! You guys have no sportsmanship!"

Lin Feng was so stung by the spittle that he couldn't open his eyes, and immediately launched a counterattack.

He shook the bottle vigorously, pressing his thumb firmly against the neck, and a powerful burst of foam shot out, drenching Verstappen completely. He then turned his attention to Ferrari team principal Vassell in the audience and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

"Oh no! My haute couture shirt!" Vassal ran away from the audience, clutching his head.

……

After the wild celebrations.

According to the procedure, Lin Feng needs to go to the mixed zone to accept post-match interviews from major media outlets around the world.

When he walked into the interview area in his racing suit stained with champagne and sweat, the domestic broadcasters' area was already packed with people.

Reporters from across the country are eagerly awaiting the news.

What surprised domestic fans even more was that Zhou Guanyu, who finished ninth in the race and also achieved his personal best result of the season, was standing in the interview area at that moment.

Seeing Lin Feng approach, Zhou Guanyu stepped forward without hesitation and gave him a tight hug.

"Awesome, bro! You're a true god today!" Zhou Guanyu patted Lin Feng on the back excitedly.

"You too, ninth place, two points! Our Chinese drivers have completely taken over Jeddah today!" Lin Feng replied with a smile.

The two stood side by side in front of the camera.

At this moment, the number of viewers in the domestic live streaming rooms has exceeded an astonishing ten million!

Countless eyes were fixed on the screen of the two Chinese drivers who had made history.

Suppressing his excitement, the reporter handed over the microphone: "Lin Feng, first of all, congratulations! This is absolutely a night to be remembered in history! You not only won the race, but also withstood the relentless pressure from three-time world champion Verstappen for a full fifty laps, even setting the fastest lap in the final stages. Now, netizens in China are saying that your pre-race press conference wasn't just an act, but a true display of your ability! Can you share with us what you were thinking when you were leading?"

Upon hearing this question, viewers across the internet perked up their ears.

Based on Lin Feng's unrestrained and even arrogant persona displayed in the qualifying matches and before the main competition, everyone was expecting him to utter a few more shocking and domineering quotes, such as "Red Bull is too slow" or "Verstappen is nothing special."

Even Zhou Guanyu, who was standing next to him, was mentally prepared to help his outspoken younger brother make amends at any time.

However, Lin Feng's next answer surprised everyone.

"Actually, I was terrified at the time."

Lin Feng gave a wry smile, scratched his hair which was still dripping with champagne, and said with an honest and sincere look in his eyes, "You may not know, but that's Verstappen. When he was chasing me, I saw the shadow of his car in the rearview mirror, and it felt like I was being stared at by a hungry wolf."

Upon hearing this, all the reporters in the interview area were stunned.

Is this still the same rookie madman who boasted before the game that he would make Verstappen eat exhaust fumes?

Lin Feng paused, his tone becoming more sincere, even tinged with gratitude: "Ninety percent of my credit for winning this race goes to the Ferrari team. This SF-24 was simply a work of art today. Its chassis tuning, its engine output, were so perfect that I didn't need to intervene much; it knew how to turn on its own. The real heroes are the hundreds of engineers in Maranello and our great strategy team."

Hearing Lin Feng actually praising Ferrari's strategy team, which is known for its eccentricities, and saying it so sincerely, the reporters' expressions became quite interesting.

Lin Feng continued, "As for Max, he is an awe-inspiring and great champion. The pressure he exerted on me forced me to push my limits. I was just lucky that I didn't slide off the track when the cold tires came out of the first corner. If that drift had been just ten centimeters off course, he would be standing here being interviewed right now. I still have so much to learn from him and from the seniors in the paddock."

After saying this, Lin Feng naturally steered the conversation toward Zhou Guanyu, who was standing next to him.

"Actually, everyone should give a round of applause to Brother Guanyu today." Lin Feng turned to look at Zhou Guanyu, his eyes full of respect. "I was leading the pack, with clean air ahead, which was relatively easy. But Brother Guanyu was in the chaotic midfield group, driving that Sauber race car with inferior performance, fighting tooth and nail, making several spectacular overtakes, and finally breaking into the points zone. This ability to score points in a chaotic battle is the true test of a driver's overall strength. He is the real fighter today!"

Lin Feng unleashed a smooth combo.

He not only praised the Ferrari team, engineers, and even the much-criticized strategy group, but also showed great respect to his rival Verstappen. Finally, he didn't forget to share the credit and spotlight with his senior Zhou Guanyu, who had mentored him all along.

Such vision! Such emotional intelligence! Such humility!

How could this be a 20-year-old, newly crowned champion, arrogant rookie who doesn't know his own limitations?

This is simply an exceptionally good young man who is well-versed in traditional Chinese virtues and possesses a gentle and refined character!

After a brief pause, the barrage of comments in domestic live streaming rooms experienced an unprecedented surge.

[Holy crap! Lin Shen, you've changed! You weren't like this before! Stand up straight! What happened to Red Bull eating exhaust fumes?!]

Extreme humility is the ultimate form of showing off! Lin Shen's reverse Versailles move gets full marks!

[Hahaha, what the hell is this about "the race car knowing how to turn" and "I'm just the driver"?! Can your driver drift one-handed to defend against Verstappen?!]

[He's so charming! So calm and composed, and even after winning, he didn't forget to help Guanyu out—that's incredible class! He deserved to win the championship!]

[Lin Feng: Sorry, I was showing off before because the system forced me to. Now that I've won the championship, I can finally go back to being an honest, good kid (doge).]

Zhou Guanyu, who was listening nearby, was also deeply moved. He put his arm around Lin Feng's shoulder and smiled at the camera, saying, "Don't listen to his modesty, everyone. He drove like a god of war on the track today! But being able to fight alongside my compatriots in the paddock is the happiest day of my career. Chinese motorsport has finally stood up today!"

Lin Feng bowed deeply to the camera.

"Thank you to all the domestic fans who watched the race. Thank you for your support. See you in Melbourne for the next stop!"