F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was the blinding white light.

He was lying on a hospital bed at the racetrack medical center, his nose filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

The FIA ​​medical officer stood by the bed, carefully examining Lin Feng's pupils with a small flashlight, and then gently pinched Lin Feng's swollen nose with his gloved hand.

"Ouch... Doctor, it hurts! This is the original one!"

Lin Feng gasped, and tears welled up uncontrollably again.

"No fracture." The doctor took off his gloves and quickly wrote a few lines in the medical record. "It's just bleeding caused by soft tissue contusion. The bleeding has stopped. There are no signs of concussion. Just avoid strenuous exercise for the next few days and apply ice packs as needed."

Upon hearing the doctor's words, James Walls, who had been pacing back and forth beside him, finally let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had come back to life.

Before Lin Feng could even get out of bed and catch his breath, two FIA officials with grim faces pushed open the door to the medical room.

"Lin, now that you're alright, please come with us. The tournament office needs the three of you involved to explain the situation in person."

This is the infamous "black room" in the F1 paddock. Any driver who commits a serious violation on or off the track will be brought here for questioning and punishment by the stewards.

Lin Feng sighed, took the two cotton balls handed to him by the nurse, and carefully stuffed them into his nostrils to prevent further bleeding. He then placed an ice pack on his nose and followed the clerk towards the office area.

Pushing open the door to the small dark room, the atmosphere inside was extremely oppressive.

Four officers on duty sat upright in front of the rectangular conference table.

Across the conference table, Pierre Gasly and Esteban O'Connor sat three seats apart, both with their heads down, looking like two elementary school students who had gotten into a fight and were called to the disciplinary office.

Alpine team principal Bruno Farming stood in the corner, his face as black as the bottom of a pot, and pretended to be dead with his eyes closed the whole time.

Lin Feng pulled out a chair and sat down at the other end of the long table.

The officer tapped on the table and gave a stern look as he swept his gaze over the two French drivers.

"To engage in physical altercations within your own team's pit garage, and even accidentally injure drivers from other teams who tried to intervene, is a serious violation of the spirit of international sportsmanship and a disgrace to Formula One!"

The officer's voice echoed in the small room, and Gasley and O'Connor lowered their heads even further.

After a stern half-hour of criticism and closed-door questioning, the punishment results were finally announced.

Gasly and Ocon were each fined €50,000 and given a serious warning on their super licenses for serious violations of tournament rules. Any further violations during the season will result in a ban.

"Lin, do you have anything to add regarding the Alpine driver's behavior?" The officer turned to look at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng took off the ice pack, took a breath, and was just about to give a righteous speech when he was stunned by what he heard.

"I didn't have any deep pockets to replenish my pets, so I just let Shi Xiwang and the others fight like monkeys, aiming at people carefully."

Because his nostrils were stuffed with cotton, his nasal cavity was completely blocked, so Lin Feng's words had a heavy nasal tone, his pronunciation was unclear, and he even had a hissing sound as he breathed.

The corners of several staff members' mouths twitched uncontrollably as they desperately tried to suppress their laughter, pretending to look at documents with their heads down.

Aokang looked up at Lin Feng with a face full of guilt: "I'm sorry, Lin, I really didn't see it was you at the time. I'll cover all your medical expenses."

"Enough already, enough already. I don't need that little bit of potential. Mind your own business." Lin Feng waved his hand irritably, pressed the ice pack back to his nose, and strode out of the dark room.

One hour later.

Nestled on the hillside of Monaco, in a top-tier mansion boasting unparalleled ocean views.

The owner of this villa is none other than Mercedes team principal Toto Wolff.

To help Lin Feng avoid the crazy paparazzi and gossip reporters outside the paddock, Toto generously took Lin Feng and his party to his home to rest.

The air conditioning was turned up high in the spacious and bright living room.

Lin Feng leaned back on the soft imported leather sofa, holding his mobile phone, calling his parents back home to let them know he was safe.

"Dad, Mom, it's really nothing! Those people online are making things up, like my face was covered in blood, it's just ketchup! I accidentally got it on my face while eating fries at the restaurant at lunchtime... Yes, yes, there was no fight, I've changed my temper a long time ago. Okay, you two get some rest, my internet is bad here, I'm hanging up now."

Lin Feng hung up the phone guiltily and let out a long sigh of relief.

Gu Ailing sat down next to him, took the ice pack from his hand, and reapplied it to his swollen nose.

"You even lied to your uncles and aunts about ketchup! Now the whole world is playing a loop of the image of you lying in a pool of blood." Gu Ailing was both angry and amused, but looking at Lin Feng's miserable state, she couldn't hide the heartache in her eyes. "I told you to play the hero, but you got knocked down by someone's elbow. Aren't you ashamed?"

"That's because I don't have a house! If it really comes down to a one-on-one fight, I'll throw O'Connor into the Mediterranean Sea with an over-the-shoulder throw!" Lin Feng retorted stubbornly.

On the other side of the living room, several people were sitting around the coffee table.

James Walls slumped in a single sofa, holding a glass of red wine, looking even more exhausted than Lin Feng.

He experienced extreme emotional highs and lows today, and his heart condition almost flared up.

Zhou Guanyu, Alexander Alben, and George Russell, three young men, sat in a row on the long sofa, looking at Lin Feng's dignified appearance.

Lin Feng grew angrier the more he thought about it, so he took the ice pack off his head and started pouring out his grievances to everyone.

"I messed with two Frenchmen, and their headlights were blinding me! I kindly went to help them, and I ended up getting into trouble!" Lin Feng waved his hands, trying to show off his bravery, but his weak and comical voice completely ruined the atmosphere.

Russell, who was drinking a glass of juice, spat it back into the glass when he heard Lin Feng speak.

"Cough cough cough..." Russell clutched his stomach, pointed at Lin Feng, and laughed so hard he could barely breathe. "Lin, stop talking. You sound like Donald Duck who got lost at Disneyland."

Alben couldn't hold back any longer and leaned back on the sofa, laughing heartily: "George is absolutely right. The moment you open your mouth, I feel like you're about to start yelling all over the living room."

Zhou Guanyu gritted his teeth and forced himself to suppress his laughter, but his face turned red and his shoulders trembled.

"What do you know! I'm sacrificing myself for justice!" Lin Feng glared, trying to kill these gloating guys with his eyes.

But he was fine when he didn't speak, because his excitement caused the air in his nasal cavity to forcefully pass through the cotton stuffing inside, making a hissing sound like a balloon deflating. Coupled with his thick, unmistakable nasal voice from a cold, the resemblance to Donald Duck skyrocketed to 200%.

"God help!" Norris, who had somehow slipped in from outside, heard the commotion as soon as he entered and immediately burst out laughing, sitting down on the carpet. "Lin! Shut up! Your voice has absolutely no intimidating power right now! I've even forgotten what I wanted for breakfast tomorrow!"

Gu Ailing was initially feeling sorry for her boyfriend, but after being distracted by these clowns and hearing Lin Feng's Donald Duck-like accent with its own reverberation, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and burst out laughing.

"You're still laughing! Even you're laughing at me!" Lin Feng turned his head and looked at Gu Ailing with a wronged expression.

"I wasn't laughing... I'm sorry, I really couldn't help it." Gu Ailing laughed so hard that she buried her head in Lin Feng's shoulder, her shoulder shaking violently.

Just as everyone was laughing in the living room, Toto Wolf, dressed in loungewear, came out of the kitchen carrying a large tray full of various drinks and desserts.

"Mr. Donald Duck, would you like a non-alcoholic mojito to soothe your throat?" Toto looked at Lin Feng and joked in a serious tone.

This follow-up remark brought the atmosphere in the living room to a climax.

Even James, who had been wearing a worried expression, couldn't help but burst out laughing, covering his face: "Toto, stop teasing him. He's probably thinking about how to ram Alpine's car into the sea next week at the Canadian Grand Prix."

Lin Feng angrily grabbed a cup of mojito, bit the straw, and took a big gulp.

"Keep laughing! Once my nose heals, I'll clog you all up in ranked matches! Especially Lando, I haven't even settled the score with you for poking me this afternoon!"

Upon hearing this, Norris immediately sprang up from the carpet and hid behind Russell.

"Hey, hey, hey! That was just a normal greeting! Besides, your nose was pierced by O'Connor, so why don't you go pick O'Connor's stuff yourself!"

"Shut up! I don't want to mention that Frenchman's name right now!" Lin Feng chewed hard on the ice cubes in his glass, making a crunching sound.

Although Lin Feng's nose still hurt terribly and his speech was slurred, looking at Gu Ailing's smiling face beside him and then at his group of mischievous friends, the anger in his heart slowly dissipated.

"Fine, I won't stoop to your level."

Lin Feng waved his hand magnanimously, pressed the ice pack back onto his nose, and sank deeper into the sofa.