F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

As July arrived, Britain finally bid farewell to the endless rainy days, and an unusual heat wave swept across the British Isles, with the sun making the asphalt roads of London scorching hot.

For the entire F1 paddock, July means the start of one of the most important and exciting races of the season – the British Silverstone Grand Prix.

In central London, a black van is driving smoothly toward the film studio.

The air conditioning in the carriage was on full blast. Lin Feng, wearing a simple white T-shirt, was sprawled out in the back seat, completely unconcerned about his image, holding his phone and making a video call with Gu Ailing, who was far away in the United States.

On the screen, Eileen Gu is wearing an oversized pair of sunglasses and holding a giant hamburger that has been bitten in half, with the sunny Venice Beach in Los Angeles in the background.

"Can't you have a shred of humanity?" Lin Feng swallowed hard, staring at the juicy hamburger. "To prepare for the Silverstone tournament this weekend, my strength and conditioning coach has been feeding me boiled chicken breast and broccoli for three days straight. And you're eating this high-calorie carb bomb right in front of me?"

Gu Ailing deliberately brought the hamburger close to the camera, chewing it with relish.

"Well, no training today, so it's a cheat meal the coach gave me. Besides, with your recent racing results so good, it's worth it to eat a little extra." Gu Ailing took off her sunglasses and looked at him with a smile. "Fifth place in the Spanish Grand Prix, and fourth place in the Austrian Grand Prix last week. Boss Lin, you're now a big shot firmly in the top of the points standings. To celebrate your hair and eyebrows remaining intact for the past two weeks, I've decided to eat a little extra for you."

Lin Feng touched his thick hair and rolled his eyes.

Although the "hair-shaving crisis" at the Canadian station has been resolved, Gu Ailing has been making fun of it for almost a month.

"Overtaking on that track in Spain was too difficult. I only managed to get fifth place because I cut inside Sainz at the start. As for Austria..." Lin Feng sighed, "If it weren't for the tire wear in the last few laps, I would have definitely pulled Hamilton down from third place. But it's alright, scoring points in a row. James has been giving me the creeps lately, it's giving me goosebumps."

The two chatted idly for a while longer through the screen before Gu Ailing hung up the video call to go surfing.

The carriage fell silent.

Lin Feng opened a domestic sports news app on his phone.

Sure enough, the screen was filled with reports about his recent performance.

After racking up points in the previous races, his popularity in the domestic racing circle has reached its peak.

Lin Feng clicked on the top headline news.

[A whopping 104 points! Chinese driver Lin Feng rewrites F1 history, firmly holding onto the top group in the drivers' standings!]

A detailed graph showing the integral calculation is also attached below.

Ferrari's performance in the Saudi Grand Prix, where they won with a substitute driver and racked up 25 points, followed by 3 points in the Shanghai sprint and 18 points for a runner-up finish, 4 points in the Miami sprint, and 8 points in the race (6th place with a last-place finish), 0 points for Imola's engine failure and retirement, 8 points for Monaco's solid defense and another 8 points for a 6th place finish, 15 points for a rainy third place finish in Canada, 10 points for a fifth place finish in Spain and 1 point for a sprint in Austria and 12 points for a fourth place finish in the race.

A full 104 points!

This score not only secured Lin Feng's place at the top of the driver standings, but also propelled Williams, a veteran team that was struggling in the relegation zone, to an incredible height.

Although his teammate Albon had some bad luck in the last few races, he still managed to score 2 points in Spain. Combined with the 71 points Lin Feng earned with Williams, the Williams team now has 73 points in the manufacturers' standings, directly surpassing Aston Martin and Alpine, and firmly occupying fifth place in the team standings, second only to the four teams in the Mars Group.

Lin Feng scrolled down the comments section, and the messages from domestic car fans were becoming more and more abstract.

"I suggest Williams immediately kowtow three times to Lin Shen. This isn't hiring a driver, it's inviting a patriarch back to help alleviate poverty!"

"Lin Feng drives that Williams like he's chasing a high-speed train on a bicycle, and he actually manages to catch it. I suspect he might have taken some advanced training at Lanxiang Technical School in chassis tuning."

"104 points, guys! I used to score faster than him even on easy mode in F1 games!"

Sitting in the passenger seat, agent Zhou Kai turned around, holding a thermos in his hand, his face glowing.

"Watching the news?" Zhou Kai was now exuding the air of a nouveau riche who thought he had struck it rich. "The buzz in China right now is off the charts. Do you know how many phone calls I've been getting these past few days? It's all top domestic brands wanting you to be their spokesperson. Yesterday, even a tractor manufacturer asked me for your price, saying your driving style perfectly matches their wild and rugged image."

Lin Feng's hand trembled, and he almost threw the phone away.

"Brother Zhou, take it easy. Don't give me any endorsements for tractors. I don't want Lando and the others calling me a farm machine operator in the hunting grounds."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Zhou Kai smiled so much his eyes narrowed into slits. "We only deal with major international brands now. Like this one today, Heineken, the official global partner of F1, that's a big name, right?"

Lin Feng nodded.

Heineken's GG signs are ubiquitous next to F1 circuits, and securing their global GG photo opportunity truly signifies a significant leap forward in commercial value.

"Today's shoot mainly focuses on Heineken 0.0 non-alcoholic beer, with the theme of a public service announcement: 'Don't drink and drive.'" Zhou Kai flipped through his schedule. "However, the brand has prepared a big surprise for you today."

Zhou Kai paused deliberately and leaned closer mysteriously.

"Today's GG is a duo appearance. Besides you, you'll be partnered with a big star. To maintain confidentiality, the brand didn't even put the other person's name on the contract, only saying that you'd find out when you get there."

Lin Feng became interested and sat up straight.

"A mysterious big shot? How big is he?"

"It's huge!" Zhou Kai assured him confidently. "Absolutely top-tier internationally. Can you guess?"

Lin Feng stroked his chin and started speculating wildly: "Could it be that you guys invited Ronaldo from Saudi Arabia? He seems to have a lot of free time."

"Not from the football circle."

"Is that a Hollywood star? Tom Cruise? Or Leonardo DiCaprio?"

"Neither," Zhou Kai shook his head. "The brand said that this big shot has a deep connection with you, and his global fame is definitely no less than yours."

Lin Feng was even more puzzled after hearing this.

Does he have a deep connection with him? Could it be that James Walls himself filmed the scene? That would be too much for him to bear. Or perhaps Toto Wolfe made a cameo appearance?

Amidst much speculation, the van drove into a huge, enclosed film studio on the outskirts of London.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Heineken staff warmly greeted us.

Lin Feng followed the staff into the studio, which had been transformed into a virtual bar with a strong cyberpunk style. In front of a huge green screen, there was a long bar counter, and behind the bar counter, rows of green Heineken 0.0 beer bottles were neatly stacked.

In front of the bar, there was an F1 race car model used as a prop, with only the front half of the car body remaining.

"Mr. Lin, your dressing room is on the left. Your partner has arrived and is in the VIP lounge on the right," the staff member pointed out.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Lin Feng gave Zhou Kai a wink, and the two of them skipped the dressing room and headed straight for the lounge with the "VIP" sign.

He wanted to see who was making things so mysterious.

Lin Feng walked to the door, reached out and grasped the doorknob, then pushed the door open.

"Surprise!" Lin Feng exclaimed casually.

The main lights were off in the lounge. A person wearing a dark blue casual jacket and with unkempt short brown hair was sitting on the sofa with their back to the door.

The man was holding a game controller, and the TV screen in front of him was playing an exciting FIFA soccer game.

Hearing the door open, the person pressed pause and turned around.

Eyes facing each other.

The air froze for a full three seconds.

Lin Feng opened his mouth wide, his eyes fixed on the guy in front of him who was still holding half a bottle of green Heineken beer.

Zhou Kai stood behind Lin Feng, peeked out halfway, and gasped when he saw the man's face.

The person sitting on the sofa, referred to by the brand as a "mysterious big shot," is none other than himself.

It is none other than Max Verstappen, the three-time world champion from Red Bull Racing, who is currently far ahead in the F1 driver standings and is known as the "Autobot"!

Verstappen clearly hadn't expected Lin Feng to walk in. He blinked, looked at Lin Feng, and then looked down at the non-alcoholic beer in his hand.

"Lin? What are you doing here? Did you wander onto the wrong set?" Verstappen asked, looking completely bewildered.

"Did I wander into the wrong set? This is my GG (Girls' Love) schedule!" Lin Feng snapped out of his daze, walked over, and plopped down on the sofa next to Verstappen. "My agent told me that a mysterious big shot was going to be filming Heineken's GG with me today. So, this big shot is you?"

Verstappen suddenly realized what was happening, put down the controller, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"So you're the super rookie they were talking about! Red Bull's PR department told me last night that we're shooting a beer commercial in London today, and they said there'd be a surprise co-star. I thought they'd brought Martin Garrix, but it turns out they've got this guy who's always trying to use me as a springboard on the racetrack."

Lin Feng turned to Zhou Kai behind him, gritting his teeth: "Brother Zhou, is this the mysterious big shot you were talking about? I see him in the enclosure every day, I'm sick of him. You call this a surprise?"

Zhou Kai rubbed his hands awkwardly, looking completely innocent: "It's not my fault! The brand covered it up too tightly. But Max is indeed a top international star, there's no doubt about that. You two are now a guarantee of high ratings."

Verstappen was clearly unprepared for this arrangement; he waved the Heineken bottle in front of Lin Feng.

"Since we're already here, let's finish filming as soon as possible. I need to rush back to the simulator this afternoon to run a few more tests on Silverstone. I've discovered that this 0.0 bottle really does taste quite like water."

Lin Feng looked at the internet-addicted teenager in front of him and sighed helplessly.

An hour later, the two finished their simple styling and stood side by side in front of the bar in the photography studio.

GG's script was very simple. It required two people to sit at the bar, pretend they had just experienced an intense race, then simultaneously pick up a glass of Heineken 0.0 from the table, clink glasses, and say the classic slogan to the camera: "Never drink and drive, even if it's zero."

The director was a long-haired Englishman who was speaking through a megaphone behind the monitor.

"Max, Lin! You two need to show that mutual respect! That unspoken understanding between two top drivers. Make eye contact! Okay, get ready, action!"

The camera's red light came on.

Lin Feng and Verstappen simultaneously reached out and grasped the green bottle on the bar.

The two turned to look at each other.

Looking at Verstappen's serious face, Lin Feng suddenly recalled the scene from the night before last when the two of them were playing online games together. Verstappen's car crashed into the wall due to network lag, and he was spewing Dutch profanities in the voice chat.

"puff……"

Lin Feng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Verstappen, who had been trying to maintain his aloof persona, broke down when Lin Feng smiled and also grinned.

"Cut! Cut!" The director slapped his thigh in frustration. "Lin, what are you laughing at! This isn't a comedy! We need to be gritty! We need to be full of tension!"

"Sorry, director, the moment I saw his face, I knew the wine must be expired," Lin Feng said, rubbing his cheeks and forcing an explanation.

Verstappen got angry and nudged Lin Feng with his elbow: "What do you mean? Do I look like expired beer? It's clearly you who looks like you're about to bite me the moment you turn your head."

"One more time! Action!"

Second attempt.

The two managed to keep their expressions in check, then raised their bottles and clinked them together.

With a crisp clang.

According to the script, at this moment, the two should simultaneously turn their heads to look at the camera and deliver their lines in a cool and stylish manner.

As a result, when Verstappen clinked glasses, he used too much force, and the non-alcoholic beer in the bottle spilled out, splashing directly onto Lin Feng's hand.

Lin Feng subconsciously shook his hand, causing the bottle in his hand to slip and almost fall to the ground. To catch the bottle, Lin Feng lunged forward and landed face-first on the bar counter.

Seeing this, Verstappen not only didn't help, but instead stood by laughing so hard he was almost in tears.

"Max! Did you do this on purpose?! Not only did you push me on the track, but you also tried to sabotage me after taking my picture!" Lin Feng got up, wiping his hands with a tissue as he complained.

"I swear I didn't mean it. Lin, your hand-eye coordination is clearly not as good as it is in the car." Verstappen laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up.

The director behind the monitor covered his face in despair.

Standing to the side, Zhou Kai watched these two top drivers, who were once so dominant on the racetrack, now bickering like two elementary school students on set, and felt his blood pressure rising again.

After more than a dozen takes, the atmosphere on set had completely gone off track.

The director's original vision of a clash between coldness and passion turned into the daily banter and sabotage between two frenemy friends in a bar.

During the final shoot, the director had completely given up on treatment.

"Do whatever you want! Just make sure the slogan is right and the sign is visible! Action!"

Lin Feng and Verstappen gave up and abandoned their pretense of being profound.

The two casually leaned against the bar, tossing beer bottles in their hands. Verstappen put his arm around Lin Feng's shoulder, while Lin Feng tried to push him away with a look of disgust.

"Never drink and drive." Verstappen held up a bottle for the camera.

"But once we're out of the cockpit, I wouldn't mind getting him drunk, even if it's zero degrees." Lin Feng added a line on the spot, and then clinked glasses heavily with Verstappen.

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Cut! Perfect!"