F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

The race has reached the 40th lap.

As the sun gradually disappeared above the racetrack, the track temperature slowly dropped.

For pacemaker Verstappen, it was just another boring Sunday parade, driving his Red Bull RB20 and already a full ten seconds ahead of second-place Leclerc.

"Lin, the tire temperature is dropping, and we're 4.5 seconds behind Leclerc. Keep up the pace, and getting back to the podium is victory."

"Paul, the front left tire of this car is starting to struggle. I can't reach the apex of turn eight at all." Lin Feng was panting heavily, sweat running into his eyes and causing a stinging sensation.

Although the FW46 race car performed well on the straights, it still couldn't compare to Ferrari in the continuous medium- and high-speed corners. Lin Feng managed to drive the car to third place, which was already pushing the car chassis and his own energy to the limit.

Just when Lin Feng thought the game would end in this order, a sudden change occurred.

"Yellow flag! Yellow flag for Stage 2!"

Paul's voice suddenly came through the headphones.

Immediately afterwards, the electronic signs on both sides of the track changed to flashing yellow "SC".

"Safety vehicle deployed! Slow down, Lin! Safety vehicle deployed!"

In the live broadcast studio, commentator Li Bing leaned out and exclaimed, "There's been an accident! The director switched to the replay, and it's at Turn 11—two Alpine cars!"

In the footage, Ocon, in thirteenth place, and Gasly, in fourteenth place, are fiercely competing for position on this narrow, series of bends.

Ocon forced his way in from the inside, and Gasly's front wing went straight into the right side box of the Ocon car!

The two pink race cars instantly lost control, spinning as they crashed into the tire wall at the edge of the track. Large pieces of debris and front wing endplates scattered across the ground like a shower of petals.

"An Alpine civil war!" Fei Ge exclaimed in disbelief. "The French team's signature act is playing out here! The track is littered with debris, and the race organizers have deployed a physical safety car!"

Lin Feng, who was in the cockpit, was stunned when he heard the news.

"I knew those two Frenchmen were just bored and acting like paparazzi in the group chat last night; sure enough, they caused trouble on the track today."

Lin Feng pressed the radio button: "Paul, this is a golden opportunity!"

"That's right, the pit window is open!" Paul rattled off like a machine gun. "Box! Box! Lin! Pits for brand new soft tires! We're going all out for the last ten laps!"

The deployment of the safety car instantly erased all the lead on the field.

Verstappen's ten-second lead vanished, and the entire car formation began to regroup and regroup.

On the forty-first lap, the pit lane instantly became busy.

Almost all of the leading group's employees entered the station.

Verstappen switched to soft tires. Leclerc, who was right behind him, also drove into Ferrari's pit lane.

"Ferrari's tire change... 2.9 seconds! A little slow!" Li Bing stared at the timer on the screen. "Lin Feng has pitted! Williams' mechanics are in exceptional form today—2.2 seconds, perfect!"

Lin Feng drove his race car, now fitted with soft tires, out of the pit lane and steadily placed himself in third place behind Leclerc.

However, the safety car had reduced the gap between him and the car in front to less than a second!

During a break in the patrol led by the safety vehicle, the broadcast cameras sharply swept across the midstream group.

"Let's take a look at the other drivers. Alexander Albon is currently in seventh place! Lin Feng's teammate has been driving very steadily today, and Williams Racing is very likely to achieve a great victory with both points today!"

"Our Chinese driver Zhou Guanyu has moved up to ninth place due to the retirements of the two Alpine cars ahead of him and the reshuffling of the pit window! He's switched to a brand new set of soft tires! If he can hold onto his position after the safety car, he can secure valuable points on home soil!"

This is the VIP viewing area in the P room at this time.

Lin Guoqiang's palms were sweating with nervousness. He tugged at his collar and said, "Hey, why is there suddenly a green car leading the way? Is there something wrong with the race?"

Gu Ailing stared at the big screen: "Uncle, that's the safety car! This is fantastic news for Lin Feng! He's made up for all the time he was behind, and now everyone has new tires, so the race is basically over!"

Although Chen Ya-fang didn't understand the rules, she got excited when she heard Gu Ailing say that, and clasped her hands tightly to her chest in prayer.

The track was cleared on lap 46.

"Safety car enters pit lane this lap."

The sound of the live broadcast resounded throughout the venue.

All 120,000 spectators stood up and looked at the track.

Verstappen slowed down, leading the pack through the hairpin turn 14, and then floored the accelerator.

The green flag is waved, the game resumes!

"Safety car pits! The final ten laps sprint begins!"

Verstappen had a perfect start, instantly widening the gap between himself and Leclerc, who immediately felt the pressure from the car behind him.

Lin Feng gave Leclerc no chance to catch his breath, launching an attack the instant the tires reached their optimal operating temperature.

The forty-eighth lap.

The main grandstand and straight avenue.

"Lin Feng pulled away! Although there's no DRS yet, Williams' top speed on the straight is too fast!" Fei shouted.

Lin Feng relentlessly pursued Leclerc's slipstream, closing in on the outside before entering Turn 1, while Leclerc forcefully occupied the inside, forcing Lin Feng back.

"The Ferrari has excellent cornering traction, but I need long straightaways," Lin Feng reported calmly over the radio.

"Hold on, Lin. DRS will activate on the next lap. Your battery is fully charged, so save the charge for the back straight."

Meanwhile, Zhou Guanyu in the back was also putting on a difficult defense.

Magnussen behind him was like a mad bull, constantly trying to force Zhou Guanyu to make mistakes on the hairpin bends, but Zhou Guanyu showed a calm mind, cutting every line perfectly and holding on to ninth place.

Lap 50!

DRS is permitted!

Lin Feng pushed the performance of his race car to the limit, pushing it to the edge at every corner. The left tires were frantically crushing the curb, and sparks from the chassis even splashed onto Sainz's goggles behind him.

Leclerc yelled into the radio, "Is he crazy? He's not slowing down at all at Turn Six!"

Lap 54, third to last lap!

The two passed through Turn 13 and entered the straight road that was 1.1 kilometers long.

"Lin Feng turned on DRS, full battery!" Li Bing suddenly stood up.

Lin Feng pressed the overtaking button on the steering wheel, and the electric power and the internal combustion engine simultaneously unleashed their maximum power.

The speedometer on the race car jumped wildly: 320, 330, 340 km/h!

Just before the braking point of the hairpin turn 14, Lin Feng pulled out the Leclerc's slipstream, and the two cars were side by side!

Leclerc, not to be outdone, opted for an extremely dangerous late braking maneuver, attempting to force a shutout on the inside.

The red Ferrari race car's tires locked up, emitting a large plume of blue smoke.

With the support of [Precision Flow], everything in front of Lin Feng slowed down.

Instead of going head-to-head inside, he deftly released the brakes a little the instant the Leclerc's tires locked up, and then sharply turned the steering wheel outwards!

He chose to go outside the paint!

On the outside of the track, Lin Feng, relying on the car feel provided by the system, forcefully pressed the car to the edge of the track. Leclerc, on the other hand, missed the apex of the corner due to braking too late and was forced to go wide.

Lin Feng perfectly cut through the intersection and floored the accelerator the moment he exited the corner.

The engine roared, and the powerful traction propelled the race car like a cannonball, overtaking the Ferrari right before Turn 15!

"It passed!!!"

The commentary booth erupted in cheers.

"An incredibly unbelievable overtake on the outside, a crossover! Lin Feng passed Charles Leclerc on the penultimate lap and moved into second place!"

The stands erupted into a frenzy, with countless people shouting Lin Feng's name at the top of their lungs.

Williams's P room erupted in cheers, with James Walls clutching his head in disbelief.

Lap 56, the last lap!

Lin Feng gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Five seconds in front of him was the unshakeable Verstappen. Half a second behind him was Leclerc, his eyes red as he tried to fight back.

"No one can take my position away from me, absolutely no one!"

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, leaving no room for the others to overtake.

Turn 16, the last turn!

Car number 28 smoothly cut through the apex of the corner and entered the main straight amidst the deafening cheers from the main grandstand!

Ahead, the checkered flag is waving.

Verstappen crossed the finish line first and won the championship!

However, all the attention was on what was behind him.

"Lin Feng has crossed the finish line!"

"Second place! Runner-up! The first podium finish for a Chinese driver in a home F1 race has been achieved today in Shanghai!"