F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Due to severe water accumulation on the track, the organizers cancelled the original static start for safety reasons and replaced it with a dynamic start led by the safety car.

The safety car led twenty race cars on a two-lap cruise through the misty track before returning to the pit lane.

The leading car slowed down its pace, leading the pack to slowly crawl along the last half of the bend.

The floodwaters reflected the gloomy sky, and all the race car engines roared softly, ready to go. Even through the thick helmets and earplugs, the cheers of tens of thousands of fans at the scene still penetrated like a tsunami.

In the Sky Sports live stream, David Croft took a deep breath, his voice instantly rising to its highest point.

"Green flag waved! The game officially begins!"

Russell, who was in the lead, stepped on the gas, and then, twenty F1 cars equipped with full wet tires burst out like beasts released from their cages on the starting straight!

The water on the track was instantly torn apart, and the rear wheels whipped up the water on the ground, forming white water dragons several meters high, turning the entire starting area into a vast white ocean!

Lin Feng's reaction speed was incredibly fast. The moment the car in front accelerated, he precisely pressed down with his right foot. The rear wheels of the Williams race car slipped on the wet road surface, but he quickly made a slight adjustment to the steering wheel and forcefully pressed the car back onto the racing line.

Visual range is almost zero!

With only the spray of water kicked up by the car in front of him in front of him, Lin Feng could only stare intently at the flashing red lights at the rear of Sainz's Ferrari, relying entirely on instinct to judge the braking point.

Charge into Turn 1!

Amidst the chaotic splashing, someone braked too late and crashed into the buffer zone. Lin Feng decisively chose an outer lane that was normally impassable, avoiding the congested traffic on the inner lane.

As he exited the corner, he overtook Aston Martin's Stroll and moved up to twelfth place!

"A fantastic start! Lin Feng took the outside line at Turn 1 with such poor visibility, he's so daring to step on the gas!" Martin Brundl exclaimed in the commentary booth.

For the first five laps of the race, the track turned into an ice rink.

Everyone was cautiously testing the limits of their grip. Lin Feng had only one thought in his mind: survive, absolutely do not crash into the wall! The thought of the terrifying punishment of "stripping all hair and eyebrows for thirty days" sent chills down his spine, and he forcefully suppressed the urge to overtake the car in front of him.

Just when everyone thought the game would proceed cautiously in the early stages, something unexpected happened.

Leclerc, ranked eleventh, let out a desperate cry over the radio.

"I've lost power! The engine is revving low!"

The live stream switched to Ferrari, where Leclerc's car was slowing down on the straight, and the cars behind him were signaling and swerving to avoid him.

"Charles, try restarting the sensor, switch to mode G, and if that doesn't work... then we'll go into the station."

After several attempts, the red race car ultimately failed to regain power and sadly drove into the pit lane to retire from the race.

"Good heavens! Leclerc's engine is broken! Ferrari's good luck in Monaco didn't carry over to Canada!" Croft exclaimed.

Leclerc's withdrawal from the competition automatically moved Lin Feng up one place to eleventh.

Before the fans at the scene could recover from Ferrari's tragedy, Red Bull's Perez pulled another stunt.

On lap sixteen, Perez's left rear wheel went over the white line at the edge of the track as he approached Turn six. In the rain, that white line was even more slippery than ice.

The RB20 race car instantly lost traction at the rear, and the entire car spun violently on the track. Perez desperately tried to counter-steer to recover, but the immense inertia flung the car directly into the concrete barrier on the outside of the track!

"Bang!"

The tail wing was shattered, and the rear suspension broke!

The race organizers immediately displayed a yellow flag. Perez, exasperated, cursed over the radio, unbuckled his seatbelt, and jumped out of the cockpit.

"Perez is on the wall! That's a costly mistake! This track is torture today!"

Lin Feng carefully walked around the accident scene, which was littered with debris.

That was horrific. Luckily, I didn't risk pushing myself to the limit at that corner, or I'd be hanging on the wall right now.

Perez's elimination has officially placed Lin Feng in the points zone, ranking tenth!

As the race progressed to lap 25, the rain in Montreal gradually stopped.

The thick clouds above the track began to disperse, and a few rays of sunlight pierced through. The high-speed crushing of more than twenty F1 cars gradually created a dry, whitish track on the race line.

The semi-dry, semi-wet track conditions pose the greatest challenge to drivers and strategy teams.

"Paul, the track is getting dry, and the all-weather tires are starting to overheat," Lin Feng reported over the radio.

"Got it. Hang in there, Lin. It's not time to change to dry tires yet. There's still a lot of water on the edge of the track. Everyone's waiting."

Just as everyone was hesitating during the tire-changing window, the most serious accident of the day occurred on the track.

Ferrari's last remaining representative, Sainz, veered slightly off the dry racing line as he approached Turn 7 to defend against the cars behind him. His right tire landed on a puddle!

The race car instantly went out of control, spun around, and came to rest in the middle of the track!

Following closely behind Sainz was Lin Feng's teammate, Alexander Alben, who had performed brilliantly today!

Albon's vision was obscured by the water mist ahead, and by the time he could see the Ferrari blocking the middle of the road, the distance between the two cars was less than thirty meters!

The brakes were impossible to apply on the wet ground, and the race car, carrying enormous kinetic energy, slammed headfirst into the Ferrari's side wing!

"boom!"

The Ferrari and Williams' race cars were reduced to scrap metal and came to a stop in the run-off area.

"Good heavens! A massive crash! Sainz and Albon have collided! Ferrari is completely wiped out! Williams has also lost a car!" Brendel stood up in the commentary box and roared.

"Safety vehicle deployed! Safety vehicle deployed!"

Lin Feng happened to pass through this section of road right after the accident. Looking at Albon's wrecked race car, which was belching blue smoke, he swallowed hard.

"Paul! Is Alex alright?"

"He's fine, getting out of the car. Lin, watch out! The safety car is out! The track is almost dry, this is the perfect opportunity to pit and change to yellow tires! Box! Box! Pits now!"

Entering the station at this time is like gaining free time to change a tire!

Lin Feng's spirits lifted. He was currently ranked eighth, ahead of him due to the accident and the chaotic entry into the station. If his entry this time went smoothly, he definitely had a chance to break into the top five and fight for a podium finish! The mission was saved!

"Understood! I'm coming in!"

Lin Feng abruptly turned the steering wheel, swerving the race car into the pit lane. He pressed the speed limit button, and the dark blue race car came to a precise stop in the parking space in front of the Williams pit garage.

Four tire changers, wielding tire guns, pounced on him instantly.

The removal and installation of the first three tires were completed smoothly, within a second and a half.

The only problem was with the right front wheel.

The mechanic in charge of the right front wheel was making a screeching sound as the tire gun spun around, the nut stuck firmly on the rim and wouldn't come off!

"It's stuck! The nut is stripped!" the mechanic shouted, sweating profusely, as he desperately tried to readjust the angle and pull the trigger.

Time passed second by second.

Two seconds, three seconds, five seconds!

Lin Feng sat in the cockpit, watching Red Bull, McLaren, and Aston Martin roar past him through the pit lane. The cars that had been behind him, even Kakuta and Ricciardo who had fallen behind, had all finished changing their tires and sped away!

"What's going on?! Hurry up! What are you doing?!" Lin Feng shouted anxiously, pounding his feet impatiently on the pedals.

"Don't panic, Lin! The gun is jammed, we're changing to a spare tire gun!" Paul's voice was clearly panicked.

Eight seconds, ten seconds!

Another mechanic rushed over with a spare tire gun and finally removed the stuck nut, replacing it with a brand new medium tire.

The jack was lowered, and the green light finally came on.

Lin Feng floored the gas pedal and sped out of the repair area, but it was too late.

"Williams has suffered a disastrous pit stop!" Croft mercilessly described the tragic scene. "12.8 seconds! My God! In a situation where every second counts, this time is absolutely fatal! Lin Feng entered the pit in eighth place, and now he exits, he's dropped to fifteenth! He's at the back of the pack!"

In the cockpit, Lin Feng looked at the long line of race cars ahead, and his anger erupted like a volcano.

He pressed the radio communication button on the steering wheel and started swearing into the microphone.

"Beep—beep—! What are you idiots doing?! Twelve seconds! Beep—! My grandma could change a tire faster than you! Beep—! I finally made it into the top ten! Beep—! Are you trying to ruin my whole season?! Beep beep beep—!"

Because Lin Feng's radio broadcast was too agitated, the F1 official broadcast director immediately switched the original audio to the global live broadcast signal.

Although the director quickly used high-frequency "beep" sounds to block out all the offensive profanities, the extremely angry tone and continuous censorship allowed viewers around the world to truly feel the Chinese driver's murderous intent at that moment.

"Hahahahaha!"

In front of the television, countless car enthusiasts, always eager for a good show, burst out laughing.

"At this censorship frequency, Lin Shen probably used every swear word in the Oxford Dictionary!"

"That's terrible, really terrible. If it were me, I probably would have gotten out of the car right then and there and ripped the mechanic's head off."

"Williams's traditional skill: messing up in qualifying and then flopping in the race, perfect."

On the command wall, James Walls covered his face with his hands, unable to bear looking at the data on the screen. He knew that Lin Feng now had every reason to kill, and anyone would break down after experiencing such a dramatic fall from heaven to hell.

Paul barely dared to breathe over the radio, only able to cautiously reassure her: "Sorry, Lin. It really was a stripped nut. Calm down, there are still over thirty laps left. You've switched to brand new medium tires, and the track has dried out, so your chassis setup still has an advantage."

"Calm down my ass!"

Lin Feng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to smash the steering wheel.

He's currently in fifteenth place, and the safety car is about to pit. Ahead of him are a group of cars with dry tires, equally eager to pounce.

The punishment of being bald and eyebrowless for thirty days was like a Damocles' sword hanging over his head.

A podium, it must be a podium.

"System, activate [Dancer on the Edge of the Champion Wall] for me!" Lin Feng roared in his mind.

A warm current instantly surged through his limbs and bones, especially his perception of the steering wheel's force feedback and his control over the accelerator and brake pedals with his right foot, reaching a superhuman level at this moment. He could even feel every scratch on the wall of the last deceleration corner of the track constructing a perfect three-dimensional model in his mind.

The safety vehicle turned off its roof light and drove into the maintenance area.

The game has restarted!

The cars ahead were quite cautious when cornering because the edges of the track were still slippery, even though it had exited the main road.

But Lin Feng is different.

He had no way out.

At the end of the straight, facing the two Haas race cars ahead, Lin Feng showed no intention of braking in advance.

"Look at Lin Feng! He's restarted with a huge rage!" Croft's voice rose again, "He didn't slow down on the straight! Is he going to do a double over the hairpin?!"

With less than 80 meters to go before the apex of the corner, the Haas race car had already begun to slow down and downshift.

Lin Feng then slammed on the brake pedal!

The race car let out a soft screech on the semi-dry surface, its tires teetering on the edge of lockup. He forcefully cut inside at terrifying speed, simultaneously overtaking Magnussen and Hulkenberg!

Exit the corner and accelerate at full throttle!

"Beautiful late braking! He's making up for all the time he lost in the pit lane on the track!"

This is just the beginning.

What followed was a spectacular performance that will go down in history at the Gilles Villeneuve circuit.

Thirteenth place, twelfth place, eleventh place!

Driving the Williams race car that had fallen behind due to a pit stop error, Lin Feng was like a gambler who had lost his mind. At every corner, he pushed the car to the edge of an uncontrollable cliff, but then incredibly pulled it back onto the perfect track in the next second.

Until he reached the last corner of the track, the infamous "Champion Wall" deceleration corner.

As Yuki Tsunoda exited the corner, he instinctively left a half-meter gap between his car and the wall, fearing that the right rear wheel of his car would hit the concrete wall and cause him to retire from the race.

Countless world champions have fallen on this wall, hence its name.

But Lin Feng did not slow down or avoid it.

With the addition of the gold skill, his movement speed is outrageously sharp.

The race car cut into the apex of the corner, its right tire slamming into the kerb, sending the entire car bouncing. Upon landing, he floored the accelerator without hesitation!

As the Williams car exited the corner, its right side almost brushed against the champion's wall that read "Welcome to Quebec"!

The distance between the tire and the wall must never exceed two centimeters!

"Oh my God!!!"

A huge gasp erupted from the Canadian spectators in the stands.

Even Brendel in the commentary booth was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

"He hugged the wall! He almost wrecked his car on the championship wall! But that perfect exit speed allowed him to overtake Yuki Tsunoda directly on the main straight!"

Lin Feng was panting heavily inside his helmet.

The dust on the wall even grazed his goggles. But he didn't care at all.

"Who's up ahead? Paul, tell me who's next!" Lin Feng's voice on the radio was as cold as a machine.

"Stoll, you're two seconds ahead of you. Lin, your lap time is faster than everyone else's! Go catch them!"

After more than thirty laps, he was still seven places away from the podium.