F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Saturday, 11:00 AM, Shanghai International Circuit.

The stands were packed, and the roar of hundreds of thousands of fans almost lifted the huge roof off the main stand.

Inside the pit garage of the Williams team.

Team leader James Wols crossed his arms, his brows furrowed, as he listened to the strategy team's hushed reports coming through his headset.

In the VIP viewing area at the back of the pit lane, Lin Feng's parents, Lin Guoqiang and Chen Yafang, were sitting on high stools with their Williams Racing Team VIP passes.

"Old Lin, what are those red and green things on the screen? Is Xiao Feng's car okay?" Chen Ya Fang was clearly a little nervous.

Watching the qualifying race broadcast yesterday was one thing, but being there in person today, hearing the deafening roar of the engines, my maternal instincts kicked in and I couldn't help but feel worried.

Although Lin Guoqiang was also flustered, he still tried to remain calm on the surface. Pointing to a screen full of wavy lines, he said in a serious tone, "You don't understand, do you? This is called a tachometer! You see, when that line goes up, it means Xiaofeng is pressing the accelerator hard and going fast! This car is much more powerful than our old Passat."

Sitting next to them, Gu Ailing couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Uncle and Aunt, don't worry too much." Gu Ailing leaned closer and patiently explained, "That's actually remote sensing data of tire temperature. The cockpit of an F1 car is made of extremely strong carbon fiber, which can protect the driver's safety to the greatest extent even in the event of a collision. Besides, Lin Feng is in very good condition right now."

"Oh dear, Ailing, I appreciate your kind words. This child has always been wild since he was little. I'm just afraid he'll get carried away and drive too recklessly." Chen Yafang sighed and turned her gaze back to the racetrack.

At this point, the broadcast switched to the starting area.

"Dear viewers, welcome back to the live broadcast of the 2024 Formula 1 Shanghai Grand Prix sprint race! I'm Li Bing!"

"I'm Fei Ge."

"The 19-lap sprint race is about to begin! The warm-up lap is over, and all 20 cars are in their starting grids! Lin Feng starts in eighth place, and Zhou Guanyu starts in twelfth! All the Chinese fans in the stadium have been waiting for this moment!"

"Yes, Bing-ge. We see that Lin Feng chose a brand new set of medium tires to start today, while Hamilton and Alonso ahead of him are using soft tires. Williams obviously wants to use the tire advantage to launch an attack in the second half of the race." Fei-ge quickly analyzed the situation.

On the track, the pursuing car had already stopped at the back of the convoy.

Lin Feng sat in the cockpit, his eyes fixed on the engine lights directly ahead, his heartbeat gradually synchronizing with the idling sound of the engine.

"Lin, clutch engagement point confirmed. Good luck," the race engineer Paul's voice rang out in the TR.

"Received." Lin Feng took a deep breath, gripped the clutch paddle behind the steering wheel tightly with his left hand, and slammed the accelerator to the optimal RPM range with his right foot.

A red light came on.

Two cups.

Three cups.

Four cups.

Five red lights are on!

The red light is off, the race begins!

"Five red lights out! The 2024 Shanghai Sprint Race has officially begun!" Li Bing roared. "Lin Feng's start is excellent!"

The straight before Turn 1 was extremely wide, and 20 race cars sped forward at the same time like wild horses.

Alonso, who was ahead of Lin Feng, struggled a bit at the start, and the rear of the green Aston Martin race car visibly wobbled.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng turned right, and half of his car was now alongside Alonso!

"Lin Feng pulled away! Is he going to overpower Alonso on the outside of Turn 1? This is insane!" Fei Ge exclaimed.

Turn 1 at the Shanghai International Circuit is a spiral bend with a constantly decreasing radius, making it extremely easy for the outside line to lose grip. Alonso, a seasoned veteran of the paddock, immediately moved to the outside, attempting to force Lin Feng off the edge of the track.

But Lin Feng didn't back down at all. His left tire was almost on the white line of the shoulder, and he managed to get stuck in position during the consecutive right turns of Turn 1 and Turn 2!

"Alonso has no space! He has to slow down! Lin Feng made it! Beautiful!" Li Bing exclaimed in admiration, "First lap, first corner! Lin Feng has moved up to seventh place! Extremely aggressive driving style, no wonder he's called 'Williams Thug'!"

In the P room, Worth's tense face finally relaxed a little.

Chen Ya-fang covered her eyes in fright: "Oh my god, those two cars are almost glued together! Is Xiao Feng crazy?!"

Gu Ailing stared at the screen, her face beaming with excitement: "That was amazing! This is what racing should be like!"

Meanwhile, Zhou Guanyu, who was behind him, also had a very steady start. He seized the opportunity at turn three and cleanly and neatly passed Magnussen in front of him on the inside line, moving up to eleventh place.

"Guanyu's start was also very good! Both Chinese drivers overtook each other on the first lap!" Fei Ge's voice was filled with joy.

The race entered the third lap, and DRS was allowed to be used.

The real close-quarters combat began.

Lin Feng is currently in seventh place, behind Hulkenberg in sixth. This Haas race car seems to be on some kind of stunt today, its top speed on the straights is astonishing, managing to withstand the attacks from a host of top teams behind it.

"Paul, this Haas has a weird straightaway. I can't get any slipstream from it before turn 14," Lin Feng said quickly in the TR.

"Roger that, Lin. His soft tires are degrading faster than ours. Keep the pressure on, and once his tire performance drops, we'll make our move on lap 8. Be careful to protect your left front tire, and don't push too hard at turn one."

For the next five laps, Lin Feng stayed close behind Hulkenberg, within one second of him. The two cars were neck and neck on the track, speeding through the course.

"Look at this distance! Lin Feng is keeping a very close eye on him!" Li Bing commented. "Hülkenberg's defense is very sophisticated. He deliberately slows down at the apex of the corner to disrupt Lin Feng's exit rhythm. But Lin Feng isn't in a hurry at all; he's conserving his energy!"

Lap 9!

After the long Turn 13, we entered the super straight that stretches for 1.1 kilometers.

"Lin Feng has activated DRS, and Williams' straight-line speed advantage is showing!" Fei shouted.

The deep blue race car, like a cannonball, instantly closed in on Haas's rear at the end of the straight. Hulkenberg attempted to defend the inside line, but Lin Feng feinted to the right, then swerved to the left at an extremely tight angle just before the brakes, forcefully cutting into the inside of the 14th hairpin turn!

The tires locked up, emitting a brief puff of blue smoke, and Lin Feng steadily brought the car to a stop at the apex of the corner, forcing Hulkenberg on the outside to go wide.

"Surpassed! A clean and crisp late stop! Lin Feng has risen to sixth place!"

A thunderous cheer erupted from the main stands, and countless five-star red flags fluttered wildly in the wind.

"Well done, Lin! Hamilton is ahead, 2.5 seconds away. His soft tires are starting to struggle, grab him!" Paul's voice sounded very excited in the headset.

"Understood. I'll go arrest the old man right away."

At the same time, Zhou Guanyu is also struggling in the midstream group.

He was closely followed by Yuki Tsunoda behind him. The Sauber car's lack of downforce made him struggle in high-speed corners, but he still managed to hold onto his tenth place position perfectly thanks to his excellent defensive line.

The race has reached lap 15.

Lin Feng has narrowed the gap with Hamilton to 0.8 seconds! The rear of the seven-time world champion Mercedes race car showed obvious signs of sliding as it exited the corner.

"Prepare to make our move on the straightaway on the next lap." Lin Feng pressed the radio button.

However, the situation on the field can change in an instant. Just as Lin Feng was preparing to launch a fatal blow against Hamilton, an unexpected event occurred.

After being overtaken by Lin Feng, Hulkenberg, who had been following Lin Feng for about a second, was speeding along the straightaway at full throttle, trying to catch up in the chaos.

Suddenly, a muffled "bang" was heard!

Hulkenberg's Haas race car suddenly emitted a huge cloud of white smoke from the rear, followed by a blinding flash of fire! The Ferrari-supplied power unit, under extreme pressure, finally let out a painful scream and completely exploded!

A large amount of engine oil was instantly spilled all over the track, and thick white smoke blocked the entrance to the hairpin bend 14 like a barrier!

"Oh my god! Hulkenberg's engine has blown up!" Li Bing shouted in horror.

Lin Feng, who was preparing to enter the turn, was the first to be hit! As soon as he stepped on the brake pedal, his tires ran over the oil leaking from the Haas race car.

The race car instantly lost all grip!

"F**K!" Lin Feng cursed in the cockpit. The FW46, like a stone sliding on ice, rushed straight towards the asphalt run-off area outside Turn 14!

"Lin Feng has slid off! There's oil on the track, this is so unlucky!" Fei Ge shouted in anguish.

In the brothel, Chen Ya-fang suddenly stood up, her face deathly pale: "Xiao Feng!"

Lin Guoqiang no longer bothered to pretend he understood; he gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Gu Ailing's heart jumped into her throat. Her eyes were fixed on the blue race car that had sped off the track on the big screen, and her lips were bitten until they turned white.

At the critical moment, Lin Feng's [Precision Flow] state was passively triggered. Just as the race car was about to lose control and crash into the wall, he calmly released the brakes, quickly counter-steering and using the remaining grip in the run-off area to forcefully bring the car back to its original position!

The race car came to a stop less than half a meter from the tire wall, then accelerated sharply and drove back onto the track.

But this brief descent off the track cost him at least four seconds!

By the time Lin Feng returned to the racing line, Alonso and Piastri had already taken advantage of the chaos to speed past him.

"Lin! Report on the racing situation! Is there any damage!" Paul's anxious voice came through.

"The car's fine! The undercarriage isn't damaged. But I've shifted two positions. Damn Haas!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth as he shifted gears.

The race organizers immediately issued a yellow flag and deployed a virtual safety car (VSC) in certain sections of the track to allow staff to clean up the oil on the track and Hulkenberg's car.

"What a pity!" Li Bing sighed repeatedly. "Because of Hulkenberg's unexpected engine failure and oil leak, Lin Feng not only missed the opportunity to overtake Hamilton, but was also overtaken by Alonso and Piastri, dropping to eighth place! This is simply an undeserved disaster!"

"That's racing for you, it's always unpredictable." Fei shook his head. "There are only 3 laps left in the race, and VSC is about to end. It will be very difficult for Lin Feng to catch up."

On lap 17, the green flag waved again! The race resumed!

"Lin, two laps to go. The tires have cooled down. Try to score points, safety first." Worth rarely switched into the channel himself. He didn't want to lose the car in the sprint race; there was an even more important qualifying session for the main race that afternoon.

"I won't do it."

Worth paused for a moment.

"I'm going to take back the place that's rightfully mine."

Before the words were even finished, the FW46's engine let out a roar that tore through the air.

In the final two laps, Lin Feng unleashed a frenzied driving style reminiscent of qualifying. He pushed the car to its limits in every corner, completely disregarding the fact that the tires were already severely worn.

"Lin Feng hasn't given up! He's chasing Piastelli! His lap time has gone straight to purple!" Li Bing's voice rose again.

Lap 18, the hairpin turn before Turn 6.

Lin Feng didn't wait for the DRS straight at all; instead, he aggressively cut into the inside line at a slow corner where overtaking was almost impossible! The tires of the two race cars almost touched!

Piastrelli was startled by the sudden suicide attack and instinctively flinched. In that fraction of a second of hesitation, Lin Feng had already vanished!

"Seventh! Lin Feng has overtaken Piastrelli!"

The final lap! Lap 19!

Alonso is just 0.6 seconds ahead!

"Sorry, old man." Lin Feng's eyes were cold. On the straight before entering Turn 14, he caught Alonso's slipstream with extreme precision.

DRS activated!

The Williams race car, with overwhelming force, ran alongside the Aston Martin just before the braking point! Alonso, with his extensive experience, held firm on the inside line, trying to force Lin Feng to the dirty edge of the track.

"Alonso is defending very well! Lin Feng has no grip on the ground!" Fei shouted.

But Lin Feng made a move that no one expected. Instead of stubbornly holding on on the outside, he slammed on the brakes, forcibly slowing the car down, and then quickly cut towards Alonso's rear, completing an extremely beautiful "cross-line" maneuver!

The moment they exited the corner, Lin Feng was already on the inside of Alonso, flooring the accelerator!

"A perfect crossover! Lin Feng pulled off a stunning comeback, overtaking Alonso in the final few corners of the last lap!" Li Bing jumped up excitedly in the live stream, exclaiming, "An incredible comeback!"

Crossing the finish line!

The black and white checkered flag is waving!

"The sprint race is over! Verstappen took first place without any doubt. But the brightest star of the day was our Chinese driver, Lin Feng! After suffering the unexpected misfortune of the car in front of him failing and leaking oil, he staged a stunning comeback in the last two laps, ultimately finishing in sixth place! He earned a valuable 3 sprint race points!"

"Zhou Guanyu also withstood the pressure and finished in tenth place! Both Chinese drivers delivered an outstanding performance on home soil!"

Over the radio, Paul was so excited he was almost incoherent: "My God, Lin! You're crazy! Well done! P6! That 3 points was so hard-earned!"

Lin Feng let out a long breath, feeling that his arms were so sore that he could barely lift them, and his back was completely soaked with sweat.

"The track cleanup is too slow, otherwise I could have taken down Hamilton too," Lin Feng complained somewhat irritably in the TR. "Go back and check the undercarriage. I think I heard a strange noise when I drove over the kerb earlier. Tell the mechanics to hurry up, we need to pull off something big in qualifying this afternoon."

Inside the P room, thunderous applause erupted.

Lin Guoqiang let out a long sigh, slumped onto a high stool, and patted his chest, saying, "Wow, watching this competition is more tiring than running 5,000 meters."

Chen Yafang wiped her eyes. Although she couldn't understand the rankings, seeing the excited looks around her, she knew that her son was alright and had run well, which was enough.

Gu Ailing stood in the crowd, watching the No. 28 race car on the big screen as it drove back to the pit lane, a proud smile curving her lips.

"Not bad, you drove the tractor quite well." She muttered softly, then turned to Mr. and Mrs. Lin Guoqiang and said, "Uncle and Aunt, the sprint race is over. Let's go to the team's reception area to get something to eat. Lin Feng will be here after he finishes his briefing."

After a short break, the qualifying race, which will determine the starting positions for the main race, will begin at 3 p.m.