F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

On Sunday afternoon, the surface temperature at the Miami International Circuit was approaching 50 degrees Celsius.

Reporters from all over the world surrounded the Williams service area with their cameras and microphones, and the frequency of their flashes was almost blinding.

There is no other reason.

Messi, who promised to stand for ten minutes in the hotel's back garden the night before last, really came.

Not only did he come alone, but he also brought his wife, Antonella.

Messi wore a low-key white short-sleeved T-shirt and black casual pants today, while Antonella wore a refreshing pink halter-neck dress. As soon as the two stepped into the Williams team's reception area, team leader James Walls rushed to greet them at top speed, his smile so bright that even his back teeth were showing.

It's worth noting that getting this top football star to personally visit the P-room is an exposure that no amount of money could buy.

"Leo! Welcome to Williams!" James shook Messi's hand firmly, almost giving him a hug with enthusiasm. "Ms. Antonella, welcome!"

Messi maintained his shy smile, nodded, and glanced around the pit room, clearly looking for the person who had tricked him into coming.

"Don't look for me, I'm right here."

Lin Feng, dressed in racing gear and holding a bottle of electrolyte water, swaggered out from the depths of the garage.

"Lin." Messi's tense shoulders visibly relaxed when he saw a familiar face.

"You actually dared to come? There are media everywhere outside today." Lin Feng walked up with a smile, bumped fists with Messi, and then politely greeted Antonella.

"David was going to arrange a dozen bodyguards for me, but I refused. I'll only stay for ten minutes," Messi muttered to himself.

"Since you're already here, ten minutes isn't enough. Let me introduce you to someone first." Lin Feng grabbed Messi's arm and led him to the rest area of ​​the P room.

Williams reserve driver Franco Clapinto was sitting on the sofa in the rest area.

Ten minutes ago, when he heard that Messi was coming, the guy was completely stunned.

"Franco, stand up and see who's here." Lin Feng walked over and kicked Crapinto.

Crapinto was startled and looked up. When he saw the living, breathing Lionel Messi standing less than half a meter in front of him, the fearless Argentine young man's eyes instantly welled up with tears.

He stood up abruptly, his hands trembling.

"Rio... God, it really is you..." Crapinto stammered in Spanish, even having the urge to kneel down and kiss Messi's shoes on the spot.

"Hello, Franco." Messi smiled gently and patted Crapinto on the shoulder. "Lin mentioned you to me. He said you're a very talented driver. Keep it up."

Just from that one sentence, Crapinto couldn't hold back anymore, and he covered his face and started wiping away tears.

Lin Feng, watching from the side, shook his head: "Look at you, hurry up and come over here to get Leo's autograph. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

While Messi was signing autographs for Crapinto, Lin Feng took out his phone.

"Leo, look at the camera." Lin Feng put his arm around Messi's shoulder in an extremely familiar manner and raised his phone.

Messi habitually gave the camera a slightly goofy smile and made a peace sign.

"Click."

After taking the photo, Lin Feng immediately opened Douyin on his phone.

He rarely posts personal updates on domestic social media, but he absolutely couldn't miss this opportunity to have some fun.

He quickly edited a caption: "[Caught a soccer player in Miami, judging by how nervous he is, he probably can't drive a manual transmission.]"

Click to send.

The moment this post was published, Lin Feng's Douyin comment section exploded within just five minutes.

The appearance of China's first F1 champion and the Argentine football legend together has ignited the domestic sports scene.

The most exciting part was the "battle of words" that instantly ignited in the comments section.

Holy crap! Lin Shen actually tricked Mei Laoba into going to the P-room! That's incredible!

[I give Lin Feng a perfect score for this dream collaboration!]

These two comments were immediately followed by a barrage of heated replies.

[Haha, just trying to ride the coattails of F1. My brother Luo has been on friendly terms with Hamilton for ages, why would he need to go to a bottom-ranked team like Williams?]

[Are you getting impatient, you Muhammad fan upstairs? Your brother Luo is enjoying air conditioning in Saudi Arabia, why don't you get him to come to Miami for a visit?]

[Don't be so arrogant, Ronaldo fans! He has five Champions League titles, does he? SIUUUU!]

[Ugh, I'm getting anxious! Is the World Cup trophy heavy? Sorry, I've never even touched it.]

Lin Feng laughed so hard he almost fell over, watching the comments scrolling wildly across his phone screen.

He walked over to Gu Ailing, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, with his phone in hand.

At that moment, Gu Ailing was chatting happily in English with Antonella about which restaurant in Miami had the best seafood.

"Look," Lin Feng handed the screen to Gu Ailing, "I just posted a group photo, and domestic fans have already started launching nuclear weapons in the comments section."

Gu Ailing glanced down at the comments section, which resembled a battlefield from World War II, and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"You really seem to thrive on chaos. It's only because Messi has a good temper; anyone else would have lost their temper long ago."

"This is called cross-cultural exchange." Lin Feng put away his phone, turned to Messi, and said, "Leo, are you done signing autographs? Come on, I'll take you to see my car."

Lin Feng led Messi to the Williams race car parked in the center of the garage.

By this time, the race car's outer shell had been removed by the mechanics, revealing the dense wiring and the massive six-cylinder turbocharged engine inside.

Messi looked at the machine, which cost tens of millions of dollars, with awe in his eyes. He didn't even dare to touch it, for fear of breaking any part.

"Want to sit in and try it out?" Lin Feng pointed to the cramped cockpit.

"No, no, no," Messi shook his head vigorously. "It's too narrow. I'm afraid I'll get stuck and won't be able to get out."

"Give it a try." Lin Feng took the carbon fiber steering wheel, covered with dozens of knobs and buttons, directly from the steering wheel holder and shoved it into Messi's hands. "Look, this is the radio button, this is DRS, this is the brake ratio adjustment..."

Messi held the steering wheel, looking completely bewildered, like a primary school student being called on by a teacher. He cautiously pressed one of the red buttons.

"Lin, I pressed this button, will the race car suddenly launch?" Messi asked nervously.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Gu Ailing and Antonella, who were standing to the side, burst out laughing when they saw Messi's embarrassed expression.

Antonella covered her mouth and laughed heartily: "Lin, don't tease him. He can't even refuel a lawnmower at home. Asking him to hold an F1 steering wheel is like asking him to use alien technology."

Gu Ailing chimed in, "That's right, Lin Feng, all you do is use your professional knowledge to fool honest people."

Lin Feng smiled as he took the steering wheel back and put it back on the shelf.

"Alright, Leo, if you don't leave now, David is coming to the garage with security to arrest you."

Messi breathed a sigh of relief.

"I wish you good luck in the race, Lin. Although I don't know anything about racing, I'll be cheering for you from the stands," Messi said earnestly.

"Thanks, watch how I dribble past everyone on the track this afternoon." Lin Feng raised an eyebrow confidently.

……

The Miami Grand Prix officially kicked off at 3 p.m.

The track was extremely hot and humid, with temperatures even exceeding 55 degrees Celsius.

Lin Feng's performance in qualifying was mediocre. The series of narrow, slow corners in the latter half of the Miami circuit completely exposed the Williams car's lack of downforce, and he only managed to get an eleventh place starting position.

The five red lights went out, and the competition began.

After the initial chaotic battles, Lin Feng steadily ranked tenth.

"Paul, these medium tires are sliding way too much at Turn 12," Lin Feng reported over the radio.

"Roger that, Lin. Keep the pace. Our strategy today is to execute Plan C."

The so-called Plan C was a tactic devised by Williams' strategy team in an overnight meeting.

The Miami track is difficult to overtake due to its characteristics, so the strategy team instructed Lin Feng to switch to the most durable white hard tires during his first pit stop and then switch to traffic jam mode.

On lap 15, Lin Feng pitted for hard tires, dropping to 15th place.

What followed was an extremely comical scene on the track.

Lin Feng, leveraging the Mercedes engine's absolute speed advantage on the three straights, made it impossible for the cars behind him to overtake him. And when they reached the slower corners, Lin Feng deliberately slowed down, keeping the car firmly in the center of the racing line, giving the cars behind him no chance to cross the line.

This grueling driving style has a very descriptive name in the racing world—the Trulli Train.

Today, this train is renamed "Express No. 28".

Yuki Tsunoda, the Red Bull Racing Team driver following behind Lin Feng, started cursing loudly over the radio.

"What the hell is he doing?! He's driving like he's looking for a parking space on the curve! I could be faster than him even with my eyes closed!"

Alonso, standing behind Kakuda, was also quite frustrated.

"This Williams is like an old-fashioned car on the corners, shouldn't the race organizers give it a blue flag?"

Lin Feng looked at the long line of race cars, one after another, practically smoking in the rearview mirror from the cockpit, and a wild smile crept onto his face.

"Paul, the guys in the back seem really impatient. I saw Kakuta pounding the steering wheel in the rearview mirror," Lin Feng joked over the radio.

"Good job, Lin. Keep them in your DRS zone and wait until they wear out all the tires," Paul replied, barely suppressing a laugh.

This "old sixth" tactic is extremely effective.

By lap 40, the cars behind Lin Feng, having followed him for so long, had lost clean downforce airflow, and their tires were all worn to the limit, forcing them to pit one after another.

Lin Feng, relying on these durable hard tires and deliberately slowing down his cornering speed, managed to make it to the forty-eighth lap.

At this point, he had climbed to sixth place thanks to others entering the station.

Just when everyone thought Lin Feng was going to keep pushing himself, the situation on the track suddenly changed.

Piastri, who was in fourth place, made a mistake while exiting a corner, his car went up the wall, and the safety car was triggered!

"Box! Box! Lin! Get in the station immediately!" Paul shouted.

Without hesitation, Lin Feng turned the car into the pit lane.

Taking advantage of the safety car slowing down the pace of the field, Lin Feng made a perfect pit stop and changed to a brand new set of soft tires.

After exiting the pits, he was in seventh place. The cars ahead of him were all using old, hard tires that had already been driven more than ten times.

"Well done, Paul! You guys are tactical geniuses!" Lin Feng exclaimed with delight.

The safety car entered the pit, and the game resumed.

With the new soft tires on, Lin Feng instantly transformed from a slow-moving tortoise into a cheetah.

With the superior grip of the soft tires, he made a fierce late brake on the outside at the first corner after the restart, forcing Hamilton, who was in sixth place, to go wide.

"Lin Feng is putting his strength into action! He's using his tire advantage to launch a counterattack!" the commentator shouted.

In the following laps, Lin Feng relentlessly pursued Sainz, who was in fifth place.

However, with few laps left in the race and overtaking at the Miami circuit being extremely difficult, Sainz fought desperately to defend, keeping Lin Feng behind him.

Finally, the checkered flag was waved.

Driving the Williams race car, Lin Feng steadily crossed the finish line in sixth place after a grueling race using the "sixth place strategy," bringing points back for the team once again.

"Match over! Lin Feng got P6! This is a position won entirely through strategy and defense!"

In the stands.

The Messi family sat in the VIP box, watching Lin Feng cross the finish line on the big screen.

Although Messi didn't understand why Lin Feng drove so slowly for the middle few dozen laps, when he saw Lin Feng overtaking like a madman in the last few laps, he stood up and applauded along with the audience.

"David, the race car looks pretty interesting, but the way this kid was driving so slowly just now reminded me of me strolling around the stadium," Messi said, turning to Beckham.

Beckham laughed heartily: "Leo, that's called conserving energy and looking for an opportunity to deliver the fatal blow. You and Lin have a lot in common on that point."