F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

The qualifying rounds ended without any major incidents.

The Enzo Dino Ferrari circuit was originally a huge disaster for Williams racing cars, as the narrow track and continuous corners placed high demands on the cars' aerodynamics.

Lin Feng drove this specialized race car, which was fast on straightaways but slow on corners, and managed to squeeze it into the third qualifying session, ultimately securing a starting position at P7.

His teammate Alben was a bit unlucky and was eliminated in Q2, finishing in eleventh place.

Behind this achievement is the result of the entire Williams team working through the night.

On Saturday night, Lin Feng and Alben did not return to the hotel at all.

The two men, along with the race engineer and the team's data analyst, squatted in a small conference room behind the pit lane, munching on pizzas that had long since gone cold, staring intently at the dense telemetry data on the screen.

"Lin, are you sure you want to change it like this?" Paul grabbed his already thinning hair, his face full of disbelief. "If we adjust it according to your angle, our top speed on the straight will drop by at least five kilometers per hour!"

"So what if we lose? Imola isn't a place for racing at top speed anyway." Lin Feng took a bite of his cold pizza and pointed at the screen, his words muffled. "This car understeers as soon as it enters the Tassarrosa corner; the front end just can't turn. We have to fix the front downforce issue."

During that long, agonizing night, they spent a full six hours modifying the front wing of the FW46 race car.

Lin Feng meticulously pieced together the angle of attack of the main front wing, the curvature of the ailerons on the endplate, and even the subtle grooving angle on the edge of the connecting flap. He relied on his system experience to pinpoint every detail.

Alben, who was sleepy, kept nodding, but seeing Lin Feng's crazy enthusiasm, he could only force himself to keep his eyes open and help look at the simulation data.

Although the adjusted car sacrificed a little straight-line top speed, the aerodynamic balance brought by the front wing became a perfect fit for Imola's high-speed cornering.

The main competition started promptly at 2 PM on Sunday afternoon.

The sky was a clear blue, and the sun was scorching the asphalt road.

"Welcome to the beautiful Imola circuit, fellow racing fans! I'm David Croft, and sitting next to me is Martin Brundl!"

Sky Sports' official commentary signal resonated across the globe. Croft's highly recognizable voice echoed in the studio.

"Five red lights go out, the competition begins!"

"Verstappen had a very crisp start! Leclerc followed closely behind! Looking at the peloton behind, Lin Feng is in seventh place. He started very conservatively today, not choosing to take any risks at Turn 1!"

Inside the cockpit, Lin Feng gripped the steering wheel firmly with both hands, his eyes focused.

The front wing settings I worked on all night finally paid off. When entering the Tassarrosa and Acquaminerari corners, the previously heavy and sluggish understeer was significantly reduced. The front wing gripped the air tightly, firmly pressing the front of the car onto the track.

The race proceeded smoothly to the thirtieth lap.

Lin Feng, relying on his exquisite tire-maintaining skills, managed to complete the first half of the race on a set of medium tires without dropping his lap time. At this moment, he was like a ghost, relentlessly chasing Sainz in fifth place and Piastrie in sixth.

"Lin, well done. Your tires are in much better condition than the other two cars. Piastri's right front tire is starting to struggle," Paul's voice came over the radio.

"Getting ready to pit for hard tires, we're going to use a pit stop strategy to take them down!"

"Received. The chassis is perfect today," Lin Feng replied casually.

After a perfect pit stop, Lin Feng changed into brand new hard tires and returned to the track.

Over the next dozen or so laps, Lin Feng consistently set the fastest lap times of the entire event, gradually closing in on the leading group.

The Italian fans in the stadium were stunned.

"Look at Lin Feng's lap times! He's flying! Is the Williams car going to pull off a miracle here today?" Croft shouted from the commentary box. "He's in fourth place now! Getting closer and closer to Leclerc! My God, this chassis tuning is incredible!"

Everything seemed to be heading towards a return to the podium.

Lin Feng was already planning in his mind which corner would be the safest place to make a move when he overtook Leclerc.

The race has reached lap 42.

Lin Feng followed closely behind Leclerc's Ferrari, and the two cars passed through the high-speed corner at full throttle and rushed towards the starting straight.

"Paul, give me full battery power, I'm going to make my move on this lap." Lin Feng pressed the radio.

"Received! Overtake activated! Go!"

Lin Feng slammed the accelerator pedal to the floor and pressed the overtaking button on the steering wheel.

However, he did not experience the violent acceleration from the power unit.

"Bang!"

A muffled bang suddenly came from behind the race car, so loud that even Lin Feng, who was wearing a helmet, felt his ears ringing.

A strong vibration traveled through the entire body from the chassis.

Immediately afterwards, all the gear indicator lights on the steering wheel went out instantly, and the tachometer dropped to zero. The race car, like a kite with a broken string, completely lost all power.

"No! No! God, what's going on!"

Croft let out a gasp from the commentary booth.

The director quickly switched the camera to the starting straight.

Suddenly, a large cloud of thick white smoke erupted from the rear of the No. 28 Williams race car, which was originally speeding along. A large amount of engine oil gushed out from the burst engine cylinders and splashed directly onto the scorching exhaust pipe, instantly turning into a cloud of white smoke that blotted out the sky!

"It's blown up! Lin Feng's engine has blown up! Thick white smoke is billowing out, this is a disaster!" Brendel shouted.

Electronic indicator lights flashed along both sides of the track, and yellow flags waved.

At the same time, in Los Angeles, USA.

It's early morning local time, just as dawn is breaking.

Wearing pajamas and holding a freshly brewed cup of black coffee, Gu Ailing was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, watching the live broadcast of F1 on her tablet.

She was so excited to see Lin Feng fight his way to fourth place that she forgot to even drink her coffee.

Just as she was excitedly waiting to see Lin Feng overtake the car, the screen was suddenly filled with white smoke.

With a "snap".

Gu Ailing nearly dropped her coffee cup on the carpet. She sat bolt upright, her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes were glued to the blue race car on the screen, trailing white smoke as it slowed down.

"Lin Feng!"

The inherent dangers of motorsports were on full display at this moment. Even a mechanical malfunction could cause a car to lose control and crash into the wall at 300 kilometers per hour.

Gu Ailing felt her hands and feet were ice cold, and even her breathing stopped.

The director's camera followed the race car until Lin Feng calmly used the remaining speed to bring the car to a steady stop on the grassy buffer zone beside the track. The camera clearly showed Lin Feng taking off the steering wheel. Only then did Gu Ailing's tense nerves finally relax.

As long as everyone is alright.

Once the person was confirmed to be safe, the fear instantly transformed into anger and heartache.

"What a piece of junk! Is Williams' engine made of paper? We were about to get to the podium, and it broke down halfway there!" Gu Ailing angrily slammed a cushion onto the sofa.

Scene at Imola circuit.

Lin Feng parked the race car on the lawn.

Inside the cockpit, white smoke even drifted into his goggles from behind.

Paul's anxious voice came through the radio: "Lin! Are you alright? Turn off the engine immediately! Jump out of the car! There's a risk of it catching fire!"

Lin Feng was panting heavily.

For this race, he and his team stayed up all night adjusting the front wing and carefully protected the tires for more than forty laps on the track. The podium was within reach.

Now, it's all over.

All our efforts were shattered by that damned engine.

"Beep—! This damn engine! I beep—!"

The official broadcast cut off Lin Feng's vulgar profanities over the radio, replacing his roars with a long string of censored text.

Lin Feng was furious.

He gripped the steering wheel with both hands, forcefully pulled out the communication cable, then lifted the steering wheel above his head and threw it hard over the safety fence on the outside of the track!

"Oh my god! Look at Lin Feng! He's completely enraged! He threw the steering wheel away! This is an extremely rare sight!"

After throwing the steering wheel, Lin Feng unbuckled his seatbelt, braced himself against the edge of the car, and jumped out of the cockpit.

The race car was still emitting thick white smoke from its rear, and several staff members were rushing over with fire extinguishers in hand.

Lin Feng took off his helmet and fireproof balaclava and strode to the side of the race car.

Looking at this machine that he both loved and hated, Lin Feng couldn't suppress the anger in his eyes.

He took a half step back, then raised his right foot, aimed at the side box of the race car, and kicked it hard with all his might!

"Bang!"

The powerful kick left a dusty footprint directly on the side box.

"Good heavens! He kicked the race car!" Brendel yelled. "This is the chassis he just worked on all weekend with the engineers to fine-tune, and now he's so angry he kicked it! Lin Feng is a real man of passion!"

The audience gasped in amazement.

This scene was clearly seen by tens of millions of viewers around the world through the broadcast cameras.

This kick will undoubtedly become one of the most iconic moments in F1 history after the race.

After kicking, Lin Feng turned around without looking back, picked up his helmet with one hand, and strode towards the passage.

As he passed the guardrail, he didn't even bother to greet the staff standing there; his back view was filled with a burning, oppressive atmosphere.

At this moment, the virtual safety car was activated on the track due to Lin Feng's withdrawal from the race.

Other race cars slowed down and passed through the area.

Leclerc, who was passing by, looked at the smoking Williams race car and asked, "Is that Lin?"

"Yes, Lin Baogang withdrew from the race. He was right behind you just now."

Leclerc sighed inside his helmet.

While it's good to have fewer competitors, seeing a friend suffer such an unavoidable mechanical failure inevitably evokes a sense of shared sorrow.

Lin Feng walked back to the hunting grounds along the passage, leaving the camera with a lonely silhouette.