F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

The Dassault Falcon 8X landed smoothly on the business tarmac at Pudong International Airport under the cover of night.

The roar of the engine gradually subsided. The cabin door opened, and the unique dampness and coolness of the Shanghai night in April rushed in.

"Thanks, Max. This ride was great, except for your awful FIFA skills." Lin Feng, carrying a backpack, stood on the gangway and waved to Verstappen behind him.

Verstappen rolled his eyes at him irritably: "Get out of here already. I just looked out the porthole and it looks like a lot of people have gathered outside. Good luck."

"Tch, how many people are there in a business class terminal? At most, a dozen or so die-hard fans with notebooks asking for autographs. I've seen plenty of that in Europe." Lin Feng shrugged dismissively.

He walked down the gangway and boarded the airport's VIP shuttle bus, heading directly to the exit of the business aviation terminal at Pudong Airport.

In Lin Feng's understanding, those enthusiastic fans usually wait at the international arrivals exit of Terminal 1 or Terminal 2. Who would come to the business jet lane in the middle of the night to block people?

However, as it turns out, Lin Feng not only underestimated the intelligence capabilities of Chinese car enthusiasts, but also underestimated just how popular he was in China.

The shuttle bus stopped inside the terminal. Lin Feng had just finished the simple immigration procedures and was pushing his small suitcase with the Williams logo on it when he walked to the automatic glass door.

"bite--"

The glass door slid open to both sides.

In that instant, Lin Feng felt as if he had arrived at a heavy metal rock concert.

"Aaaaaaah!!! Lin Feng!!!"

"Feng Shen! Look this way!!!"

"Williams is awesome! China speed is awesome!!!"

A deafening roar of screams and cheers hit him head-on, nearly blowing Lin Feng's baseball cap off his head.

What came into view was a vast, dark sea of ​​people that seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.

The plaza outside the entire business jet terminal was packed with people, and several police cars with flashing lights were parked on the perimeter to maintain order.

Countless bright red five-star flags waved wildly in the night wind, mixed with the dark blue flags of the Williams team, as well as various huge and exaggerated support light boards.

Dozens of airport special police and security guards linked arms, forming a fragile human wall, barely managing to squeeze through the frantically surging crowd into a passage less than two meters wide. The blinding flashes of light from the cameras clicked incessantly, causing Lin Feng to instinctively shield his eyes.

"Holy crap..."

Lin Feng, who was always fearless, was forced back half a step by this scene while standing behind the glass door.

Just as Lin Feng was hesitating whether to retreat back to the waiting room to hide for a while, a fat man in a suit and tie, whose clothes were now disheveled from being squeezed, was frantically waving an extremely eye-catching fluorescent green towel at him from the front of the crowd.

"Lin Feng! Ancestor! Over here! Look here!"

That's Lin Feng's agent, Zhou Kai.

Zhou Kai looked utterly miserable at that moment. His tie had been ripped askew, his slicked-back hair was now a mess, and there were several dusty shoe prints on his feet.

He yelled at the top of his lungs while frantically waving behind the security guard like a human shield.

Lin Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, put on his signature nonchalant smile again, put one hand in his pocket, pushed his suitcase, and stepped out of the glass door.

"Lin Feng is out!!!"

The crowd erupted in screams again.

"Good evening, everyone! If you haven't had a late-night snack, hurry back and eat it. Don't catch a cold in the middle of the night!" Lin Feng waved as he walked.

Countless markers, notebooks, and even people took off their sneakers and handed them forward.

Lin Feng quickly grabbed a few pens and signed his name in a flamboyant style on the helmets and photos in the front row.

Escorted by security guards and dragged along by Zhou Kai, Lin Feng finally emerged from the most crowded area, sweating profusely, like a mudfish that had finally escaped from a fishing net, and arrived at a black Mercedes-Benz van at the edge of the square.

"Hurry, hurry, get in the car! If you don't get in now, these people will take the wheels off the car!" Zhou Kai pulled open the car door and pushed Lin Feng into the car like luggage.

"Take it easy! I need to save my arms for steering this weekend!"

Lin Feng had just complained and plunged into the spacious back seat of the van, preparing to slump into the leather seat to catch his breath, when he suddenly froze.

Two people were sitting awkwardly in the last row of seats in the carriage.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark blue jacket with slightly graying hair was holding a brand-new Williams team official baseball cap in his hand. His knuckles were white from nervousness.

Beside him was a middle-aged woman with curly hair and fine wrinkles around her eyes. She was wearing a dark red coat that she had obviously just bought recently. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and she was staring intently at Lin Feng, who had just gotten into the car.

"Dad... Mom..."

Lin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed violently. The arrogant and domineering air he had displayed outside vanished the moment he saw these two people, as if pierced by a needle.

As a time traveler, Lin Feng actually harbored a secret that only he knew.

When he woke up in this unfamiliar body and inherited all the original owner's memories, he thought he was just a bystander who had taken over the body.

But when he first saw his parents' faces in a video call, his soul trembled.

That weathered face, those eyes filled with worry and longing, are exactly the same as his parents, whom he lost in that accident in his previous life! There is no difference whatsoever!

This is not just an emotional bond brought about by the original owner's memories, but a perfect overlap of two lives and two souls across time and space.

From that moment on, Lin Feng had already regarded them as his real parents in his heart.

He fought desperately to win and compete in European races, not only for his own racing dream, but also so that his elderly parents could hold their heads high in front of relatives and neighbors and no longer have to worry about what others thought of them because of him.

It has been a full year and a half since he last returned to China.

For a year and a half, he struggled in Europe, being looked down upon and ostracized. He ventured into the F1 paddock alone, facing suppression from capital and ridicule from his opponents. He could only arm himself with the most arrogant attitude, like a hedgehog with its quills raised.

Because in the paddock, no one cares if you're in pain; they only care if you run fast.

"Xiaofeng..." Chen Yafang's voice trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes without warning. She reached out in disbelief, wanting to touch her son's face, but then stopped mid-air as if afraid of breaking something. "You've lost weight...how could you have lost so much weight?"

Lin Guoqiang suddenly stood up, but he was an old-fashioned Chinese father who was not used to expressing his emotions.

He awkwardly put the hat on his head, then patted Lin Feng's shoulder hard, his voice hoarse: "Good lad...you ran well. You didn't disgrace the Lin family, and you didn't disgrace the Chinese people."

Just this one sentence.

Just this one action.

Lin Feng felt an indescribable pang of sorrow suddenly surge into his nose. The loneliness, grievances, and long-standing exhaustion that he had suppressed so tightly in the hunting grounds could no longer be hidden in front of his parents at this moment.

"Dad, Mom."

Lin Feng's eyes instantly turned red. He no longer cared about his "Oriental Madman" persona or his idol image. He threw down his backpack and hugged Chen Ya Fang and Lin Guo Qiang tightly.

"I'm back."

Lin Feng buried his head in his mother's shoulder, his voice thick with emotion. Tears streamed down his resolute face, landing on Chen Yafang's red coat.

This is the most vulnerable moment for a wanderer who, after fighting their way out alone, returns to their safe haven.

Chen Yafang burst into tears, tightly hugging her son's broad back, patting him as she sobbed, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Mom made your favorite three-delicacy dumplings for you tonight, they're keeping warm in a thermos. Let's go home, let's eat at home."

With red eyes, Lin Guoqiang silently turned his head, wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his rough hand, and then reached out and vigorously rubbed the back of Lin Feng's head.

Seeing this, Zhou Kai, the agent in the front row, froze in mid-air, his hand that had been cursing and adjusting his suit. He sighed, quietly turned his head away, and a hint of tears welled up in his eyes.

He knew better than anyone how much hardship this young man, barely in his early twenties, had endured in order to gain a foothold in this top-level competition dominated by Europe and America—hardships that most people couldn't even imagine.

However, in this information age, no secret can escape the camera's lens.

Because Zhou Kai got into the van in a hurry, the door wasn't completely closed, leaving a gap of several tens of centimeters.

Outside the car, several fans and paparazzi who had been pushed to the front of the iron poles were holding up their phones and telephoto lenses, recording the entire scene.

Gone are the tense moments on the track, gone is the arrogance he displayed in front of the media. The "madman" who dominated Ferrari at the Melbourne Grand Prix, the troublemaker who spouted nonsense to the Netflix cameras, is now like a wronged child, sobbing in his parents' arms.

……

In less than an hour.

While the van was still driving on the elevated highway towards the city center, this video, which was less than 30 seconds long, had already gone viral on major social media platforms in China!

Lin Feng dominated the top three spots on Weibo's trending topics list:

#Lin Feng Returns to China and Sheds Tears# (Breaking News)

#Even madmen have feelings# (Hot)

#Lin Feng hugs his parents at the airport# (New)

On Douyin, this video garnered over two million likes in just a few tens of minutes, and the comment section was flooded with comments.

[Oh my god... I always thought he was an emotionless racing machine, but the moment I saw him cry, I actually started crying too.]

Yes, we only see how arrogant and domineering he is on the track. But who remembers that he's just a kid in his early twenties! In the cutthroat world of Europe, without even a fellow countryman, if he weren't a bit arrogant, he would have been chewed up to dust by those arrogant European capitalists long ago!

[I'm moved to tears. He's a fearless warrior outside, but back with his parents, he's just an ordinary Chinese boy who wants a hot meal.]

Based on his down-to-earth attitude when he signed the autograph earlier, and the genuine way he cried while hugging his parents, I'm a die-hard Lin Feng fan for life! Anyone who dares to criticize him, I'll be the first to bite them!

[At the Shanghai station this weekend, brothers, let's paint the stands red like the Chinese national flag! We need to let Lin Feng know that this is his home turf, and all the fans in China are his strongest support!]

Some observant F1 fans even shared their insights in the comments: "You have no idea how exclusive the F1 paddock is. Zhou Guanyu paid a huge price to get in, and he was constantly ridiculed by foreign media. Lin Feng earned his P5 title through sheer grit and determination on the track! He reserved his toughest edge for his opponents and his softest spot for his family. That's a true man!"

Meanwhile, inside the nanny van...

Lin Feng had just calmed down and was eating the three-ingredient dumplings from the thermos that Chen Yafang had brought.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you," Chen Ya-fang said lovingly, handing him a tissue while looking at him with concern.

Lin Guoqiang sat next to him, still looking at the racing photos on Lin Feng's phone, his face full of pride.

Zhou Kai, who was in front, suddenly turned around, holding up his phone, and looked at Lin Feng with an extremely strange expression: "Damn it, you're trending again."

Lin Feng, his mouth full of dumplings, mumbled indistinctly, "So what if it's going to happen? Haven't I been trending on social media every day these past few days? What marketing accounts are trying to smear me now?"

"I'm not trying to smear you." Zhou Kai handed over his phone screen and sighed. "It's because the video of you crying just now was filmed. Now the whole internet is feeling sorry for you, saying you're a lone hero who pretends to be strong on the outside but suffers all sorts of grievances."

"Cough cough cough!"

Lin Feng nearly choked on the dumplings. He pounded his chest a few times and stared wide-eyed at the screen showing himself crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Holy crap! Who took this picture?! Don't I have any dignity?!" Lin Feng's initial sadness vanished instantly, and he shouted angrily, "How am I supposed to maintain my image in the paddock now?! I'm doomed! If Max and Lando see this, they'll laugh at me for the entire season!"

"It's too late." Zhou Kai looked at him sympathetically. "The video has already been uploaded to Twitter, and Verstappen just liked it."

Lin Feng: "..."