F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Lin Feng pushed open the glass door to the balcony of the penthouse suite at the Mandarin Oriental, Miami.

The dazzling sunlight shone directly on his face. Below him lay the blue waters of Biscayne Bay, and in the distance, the towering skyscrapers of downtown Miami stretched out before him.

After the Shanghai race, and following a short rest, Lin Feng and the Williams team have moved on to North America.

This weekend's race is the Miami Grand Prix, a circuit built around Hard Rock Stadium in Gardens. The extremely high track temperatures and unpredictable weather will significantly increase the difficulty of the race.

However, Lin Feng had no time to think about the weekend's match.

He drew the blackout curtains, turned the air conditioning on full blast, and then sprawled out on the soft bed in a starfish position.

"System, open the panel," Lin Feng lazily gave the command.

A pale blue holographic screen, visible only to him, unfolded before his eyes.

Winning the runner-up title at the Shanghai station earned him a substantial points reward.

At this moment, the points pool balance in the upper right corner of the screen clearly shows: 8,000 points.

You can perform four 10-pulls in total.

The Miami circuit has three extremely long straights where Williams' Mercedes power units have a significant advantage, but the track also includes an extremely narrow and winding low-speed cornering section.

Lin Feng urgently needs some skills that can improve his ability to handle low-speed corners, or aerodynamic-related driving passives.

"Give me a ten-pull! Just give me gold!" Lin Feng rubbed his hands together slyly and decisively pressed the draw button.

A series of flashes erupted on the system screen, and ten virtual blind boxes vibrated violently before opening one by one.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a white item: Stroll's left rearview mirror.]

[Item Description: As everyone knows, a certain Canadian young master never looks in his rearview mirror, so this is practically brand new. Congratulations, host, you have now collected all of Stroll's left and right rearview mirrors.]

[Hidden Set Attribute Activated: When the host places two rearview mirrors together, your blind spot will be forcibly increased by 100%.]

Lin Feng's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"System, you son of a bitch! What's the point of me collecting all his left and right rearview mirrors? Why would I want a 100% increase in blind spot? Am I complaining that people on the track aren't hitting me accurately enough?!" Lin Feng cursed, pointing at the air.

The system did not respond and continued to display the next lottery results.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a white item: Horner's Half-Cup of Iced Coffee.]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a blue item: Fragment of Perez's Pregnancy Prevention Manual (only the preface is available).]

Five blind boxes in a row, and all they opened were extremely high-risk, high-calorie junk items.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

"It's alright, these are just for padding. The real gems are definitely coming up."

The sixth blind box was opened.

A dazzling purple light instantly filled the entire room!

"I got a purple one!" Lin Feng sprang up from the bed with a start. "Give me a purple driving skill!"

The purple light dissipated, and two lines of text appeared on the screen.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the purple active skill: Master-level Beach Volleyball Proficiency!]

[Skill Description: The host will instantly master the serving, setting, blocking, and spiking techniques of world-class beach volleyball players. On the beach, you will be the absolute king.]

Lin Feng's smile froze instantly, and it took him a full half minute to come back to his senses.

"What's the use of my volleyball proficiency?!" Lin Feng completely broke down, rolling around on the bed and wailing loudly, "I'm an F1 driver! I'm here to compete in the Grand Prix! Is the FIA ​​planning to cancel qualifying this weekend and start on Miami Beach instead?! Am I supposed to use a volleyball to spike Verstappen on the straights?!"

The system ignored Lin Feng's impotent rage and opened the last blind box emitting purple light.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a purple item: Sunscreen that will prevent you from ever getting a tan.]

[Item Description: After application, it will form an invisible protective layer on the skin, completely blocking any UV damage. Even after 30 days of sun exposure at the equator, your skin will remain as white as ever. It is also waterproof and sweatproof, and will not become ineffective due to excessive sweating while driving a race car.]

Lin Feng stared at the small white bottle that had appeared out of nowhere in his hand, and for a moment he didn't know where to begin complaining.

"Fine." Lin Feng resigned himself to his fate, tossing the sunscreen onto the bedside table. "At least it's sweat-proof. I'll put some on when I wear the fireproof hood for the weekend game. It's better than Lance's rearview mirror."

He dared not use the remaining points to draw any more. His luck today was just too outrageous. He was afraid that if he kept drawing, the system might give him Norris's pink underwear.

After turning off the system panel, Lin Feng took a cold shower in the bathroom and changed into a clean set of casual clothes.

I had just stepped out of the bathroom when the doorbell rang.

Lin Feng walked over and opened the door.

Gu Ailing was seen wearing a fitted white halter-neck tank top paired with light blue washed denim shorts, fully displaying her long, slender legs. She wore a large woven straw hat and a pair of retro brown sunglasses perched on her nose.

A strong summer vacation vibe is palpable.

"What are you spacing out for? Don't you recognize me?" Gu Ailing took off her sunglasses, her beautiful eyes filled with undisguised laughter.

"How could I not know the person who kissed me in front of the entire internet live stream?" Lin Feng turned to the side and let Gu Ailing into the room.

Upon hearing this, Gu Ailing turned around and punched Lin Feng in the chest without hesitation.

"You dare bring that up! Because of that incident, my mom nagged me for three whole days after I got back to Los Angeles. The sponsors' phones were ringing off the hook too. They even wanted us to endorse a couple's watch together."

"This shows that everyone has good taste." Lin Feng took the opportunity to grab Gu Ailing's wrist, pulled her slightly, and directly pulled her into his arms.

Gu Ailing did not struggle. She naturally wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's waist and rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Did you fly here yesterday?" Lin Feng looked down, smelling the faint fragrance in her hair.

"Yeah, I just arrived last night and I'm staying at a hotel not far from you." Gu Ailing looked up at Lin Feng's angular face. "How are you doing? Are you adjusting to the Miami weather?"

"I was initially thinking it would be a bit tough, but after seeing you, I feel like this sunshine isn't so bad after all," Lin Feng casually remarked.

"Stop being so glib." Gu Ailing smiled and pushed him away, walking to the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window and looking at the incredibly blue sea outside. "I don't have any plans this afternoon, and your car convoy event doesn't start until tomorrow, right?"

"Yes. Today is the day I am completely free." Lin Feng walked to her side and stood beside her.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's change our clothes and head to South Beach." Gu Ailing turned her head, her eyes sparkling. "Coming to Miami and not going to the beach is like a wasted trip."

"Go to the beach?" Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, and the extremely absurd purple skill he had just drawn suddenly flashed through his mind.

[Master-level beach volleyball proficiency].

Could this system have the ability to foresee the future? Did it know that Gu Ailing had invited him to the beach today, so it specially sent him this abstract skill pack?

"Yeah, what's wrong? You don't want to go?" Gu Ailing raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, of course I'll go. Wait for me for two minutes."

Lin Feng turned around and walked to the wardrobe, taking out an extremely flashy Miami-style tropical print short-sleeved shirt and a pair of pure black beach shorts.

Just as he was about to change his clothes, he caught a glimpse of the white sunscreen on the bedside table out of the corner of his eye.

[A sunscreen that will never make you tan].

Lin Feng walked over, picked up the bottle, and handed it to Gu Ailing.

"Put this on, the Miami sun is really strong, don't get sunburned."

Gu Ailing took a look at it; it was a small white bottle without any trademark or brand name, and it looked extremely plain.

"What brand is this? Why doesn't it even have any packaging?"

"It's a special product supplied to the Williams racing team, supposedly a prototype sponsored by a chemical lab," Lin Feng lied without batting an eye. "The effects are absolutely amazing. If you apply it all over your body, I guarantee you can sunbathe at the beach all afternoon and not even a blemish will be left."

"Really? Is it that amazing?" Gu Ailing unscrewed the cap with some skepticism and squeezed out a little white ointment to apply to the back of her hand.

The texture is extremely clear and transparent, without any stickiness, and has a very pleasant, light, and elegant fragrance.

"Then I'll try it out. If I get a tan, I'll beat you up!" Gu Ailing walked into the bathroom with the sunscreen.

Five minutes later, both of them had changed their clothes.

Lin Feng was wearing a printed shirt with the collar buttons undone, revealing his well-defined collarbones and muscular chest. He wore black beach shorts and flip-flops.

Gu Ailing wore an extremely thin white sun-protective cover-up over her tank top, and the hem of the cover-up fluttered in the wind as she walked.

The two, wearing matching sunglasses, walked out of the hotel lobby side by side.

Miami South Beach.

This is a very famous resort destination in North America. The white sand beach, stretching for dozens of kilometers, is densely packed with brightly colored parasols and beach chairs.

The sea breeze was strong, and the waves crashed against the beach one after another.

On the distant highway, various extravagantly designed convertible sports cars emitted deafening exhaust roars.

The air was filled not only with the smell of the sea, but also with the strong scent of sunscreen and Latin American music emanating from roadside bars.

Lin Feng and Gu Ailing walked hand in hand on the soft sand.

Neither of them made any effort to conceal their faces, but in a place filled with muscular men and bikini-clad beauties, no one cared whether the person walking by was a rising star in the paddock.

"The sunscreen you just applied for me is really good." Gu Ailing touched her arm with her free hand. "It's not stuffy at all. Your team has such good stuff, why don't you sell it? It's too much trouble to just focus on racing."

"James thinks selling sunscreen is an insult to Williams' racing heritage," Lin Feng made up on the spot.

Gu Ailing was amused by his extremely serious tone and turned her head to look at him.

The two walked aimlessly along the coastline, occasionally a wave would roll in and wet their ankles, the cool seawater instantly dispelling the heat in the Miami air.

"How's your preparation for this weekend's game going?" Gu Ailing kicked away a seashell at her feet.

"There's not much to prepare." Lin Feng's tone was extremely calm. "Although I haven't driven this Miami track in a real car, I've done hundreds of laps on the team's simulator these past few days, and those straights are exactly to my liking."

Lin Feng gripped Gu Ailing's hand tightly.

"Don't worry. Since you've personally flown all the way here to watch my match, I'm going to make sure you get the number one spot in Miami."

"You're much better at bragging than at driving," Gu Ailing said, but her fingers gently scratched Lin Feng's palm twice.

Not far ahead, there is an open space.

Several beach volleyball nets were strung across the court. A group of lightly dressed young people were playing a game with great enthusiasm, the sounds of volleyballs hitting the sand and shouts echoing throughout the room.

Lin Feng stopped in his tracks.

He watched the volleyball flying through the air, feeling the muscle memory brought to his body by the system skills.

"So this is where they were waiting for me." Lin Feng sighed silently to himself.

At the edge of the volleyball court, a figure wearing very eye-catching, flashy red printed swim trunks and a Ferrari red baseball cap backwards was nimbly running on the beach, trying to catch a volleyball that had flown out of bounds.

Lin Feng took off his sunglasses and looked at them carefully in disbelief.

Who else could it be but Charles Leclerc who fell flat on his face and got a mouthful of sand while trying to catch the ball?