F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

"Five red lights out! The 2024 Saudi Grand Prix race has officially begun!!"

In the CCTV5 studio, the highly recognizable voice of renowned racing commentator Sha Tong instantly ignited the emotions of racing fans across the country to a boiling point as the red light on the screen went out.

"Let's look at the start from the front! Lin Feng's reaction was too fast; the red Ferrari shot off like an arrow!" Commentator Shi Yiying stared intently at the broadcast, speaking rapidly. "But Verstappen behind him had an equally sharp start. The Red Bull's traction advantage was showing; he pulled out of the drift and came to Lin Feng's left! The two were side by side!"

On the racetrack, the roar of engines tore through the night sky of Jeddah.

Lin Feng sat in the cramped cockpit, his [Precision Flow] state pushed to its limit.

In his view, the originally lightning-fast start-up scene seemed to have been slowed down by 0.8 times.

On the left, Verstappen's heavily painted Red Bull RB20 is slowly swallowing up half of his leading car body.

"Trying to eat me up at the first bend? Dream on!"

Lin Feng gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, choosing not to squeeze inwards to defend in advance, but instead stubbornly keeping the car on the outermost edge of the racing line, heading straight for the braking point of the first corner.

"They're going to enter the first bend side by side! The first bend in Jeddah is very narrow, and if neither of them gives way, they'll definitely crash!" Sha Tong stood up nervously.

100 meters! 80 meters! 70 meters!

Verstappen was the first to apply the brakes.

However, Lin Feng's car was still surging forward!

"Holy crap! He missed the braking point again?!" Inside the Ferrari's pit garage, Vassell clutched his head in horror.

Just as the front of the car was about to cross the 60-meter death line, Lin Feng's right foot, imbued with the terrifying core power of the [Steel Neck], stomped on the brake pedal!

squeak--! ! !

The front wheels were screeching against the ground, but with Schumacher's god-like traction braking technology, the race car was as if it were being pulled by an invisible thread, and it was firmly stuck at the apex of the corner on the verge of losing control!

Verstappen was forced to swerve sharply to avoid the obstacle, and the car bounced violently as it went over the outer curb, momentarily halting its speed.

"They held on!!!" Sha Tong slammed his fist on the table excitedly. "An incredible late brake! Lin Feng, with a full tank of fuel, actually replicated his god-like maneuver from yesterday's qualifying session! He single-handedly kept the three-time world champion behind him! Beautiful!! At the same time, we see that Zhou Guanyu in the back row also had an excellent start. He has already taken advantage of the chaos to overtake Hulkenberg of the Haas team and is currently in seventeenth place! Both Chinese stars are in excellent form today!"

Meanwhile, at Lin Feng's home far away in northern Beijing.

"Holy crap!" Lin Guoqiang slapped his thigh, his face flushed with excitement, nearly spilling the half-glass of baijiu in his hand. "This kid's got some nerve! He's practically hugging someone's car wheel when he turns!"

Lin's mother, standing beside her, clasped her hands together and patted her chest repeatedly to catch her breath, saying, "Thank God, thank God, it didn't happen, it didn't happen. We've secured first place, right?"

"We kept it! Still number one!" Lin Guoqiang took a big gulp of wine and roared, "That feels great!"

Ahead on the track, Lin Feng made it through the first corner without incident and was preparing to adjust his breathing and control his lap time according to the system's requirements.

However, just as the leading group had passed the third corner, a muffled thud suddenly erupted from the back of the track.

The broadcast camera suddenly switched.

In the footage, a dark blue Williams race car, like an out-of-control spinning top, slammed into the concrete crash barrier at the exit of Turn 2!

Debris flew everywhere, the right front suspension broke completely, and the tire, connected to the steel cable, swung helplessly in mid-air.

"Accident! There's been a serious crash behind us!" Shi Yiying exclaimed in shock. "It's Logan Sargent, driver number 2 for the Williams team! He accelerated too early exiting the corner, lost traction, and went straight into the wall!"

At this point, the broadcast switched to footage of Sargent's teammate, Alexander Albon, in his car.

Alben was less than ten meters behind Sargent at the time.

When his teammate's car suddenly veered off course and swung towards him, Albon displayed astonishing reaction speed, sharply turning the steering wheel to the right. The car almost grazed Sargent's nose and flew past amidst the flying debris.

Even so, a flying carbon fiber fragment still slammed into Albon's front wing, cutting off a piece of the endplate.

"What the hell is this guy doing?!" Albon roared angrily into the team radio. "He almost totaled me and the car! It's practically murder! My front wing is damaged!"

On Williams's control stand, team leader James Walls rubbed his temples in pain.

"Logan, are you alright? Turn off the engine right now, turn off the engine," Worth asked over the radio, barely suppressing his anger.

"I...I'm fine. Sorry, guys," Sargent's dejected voice came through.

Walls closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

Williams Racing's budget was already tight this year, and in order to meet the deadline, they didn't even have a spare chassis.

Sargent's crash not only totaled the multi-million euro car, but also left the team potentially without a car for the next few races.

"This kid is hopeless... It seems it's time to seriously consider his seat on the team." Worth was furious with this American rich kid.

For some reason, the image of Ferrari No. 28, which flashed like a red lightning bolt during qualifying, suddenly flashed through his mind.

……

On the track.

"Yellow flag! Yellow flags throughout the stadium! Safety car deployed!"

The electronic indicator lights on both sides of the track flashed the letters "SC" to represent the safety car.

Verstappen, who was preparing to launch a second wave of frenzied attacks on Lin Feng, could only helplessly release the accelerator and slam his hand on the steering wheel.

"His defense at the first corner was incredible," Verstappen complained to the engineer over the radio. "That Ferrari shouldn't have that much longitudinal braking grip when it's fully loaded. He's a madman."

"Stay calm, Max," the engineer GP reassured him. "The race has only just begun. His tires can't handle this kind of driving. Follow him until the safety car returns."

Inside the Ferrari No. 28 race car.

Lin Feng watched the safety vehicle slowly drive out of the maintenance area and let out a long sigh of relief.

[Iron Neck] Although it relieved him of the pain in his neck, the extreme high-pressure defense he had just endured still left him under immense mental strain. Sargent's brilliant assist not only gave him a chance to catch his breath but also allowed his tires to cool down considerably.

"Lin, well done. Keep the tires warm and watch the brakes." Ricciardo's voice on the radio was filled with barely suppressed joy. "The Sargent is on the wall. Track clearing will probably take five to six laps. You can use this opportunity to get used to the steering feel of a fully loaded car."

"Received, Ricardo." Lin Feng warmed up the tires by making left and right movements according to the speed limit of the safety car, while activating the system in his mind.

"System, how much faster was my time than Verstappen's on that last lap?"

[Ding! Due to the pressure at the first corner, the host's average time on the first lap was 0.15 seconds faster than Verstappen's. Current mission status: Safe.]

Lin Feng's lips curled up slightly.

As long as he doesn't slow down, as long as he holds onto that fraction of a second advantage, that insane punishment won't be able to catch him!

The track was cleared on lap six.

The yellow warning light on the roof of the safety car is off, preparing to return to the pit area at the end of this lap.

The game is about to restart.

This is the moment when the lead car driver's tactical skills are put to the ultimate test.

According to the rules, Lin Feng, who is in the lead, can decide when to accelerate and resume the race rhythm after the safety car enters the pit lane.

"Verstappen will definitely stick to me in the last corner and try to use the slipstream to spin out on the starting straight." Lin Feng glanced at the Red Bull car that was right next to him in the rearview mirror.

Lin Feng deliberately kept the car speed to an extremely slow 60 km/h, and the twenty race cars huddled together like sardines in a can in the last few corners.

The second to last bend.

Verstappen was extremely close, his right foot already on the accelerator, ready to catch up the moment Lin Feng accelerated.

However, there is a blind spot on the straightaway just fifty meters from the last corner entry point.

Without warning, Lin Feng floored the accelerator!

boom--!!!

The SF-24's V6 turbocharged engine emitted a piercing screech, and the race car, like a rocket being ignited, instantly accelerated to over two hundred kilometers per hour!

This completely goes against the conventional logic of starting over.

Most drivers would only start going full throttle on the long straight after exiting the corner, but Lin Feng actually started right before the corner!

"What the f**k?!"

Verstappen, behind him, was completely thrown off balance by this counterintuitive scene. He instinctively slammed on the brakes to avoid a rear-end collision. In that fraction of a second of hesitation, the red Ferrari had already created a terrifying gap of nearly a second before entering the corner!

"A beautiful start!!"

Shi Yiying exclaimed, "Lin Feng completely controlled the rhythm of the game! He toyed with Verstappen! The gap widened instantly!"

The race entered into a long, back-and-forth battle.

From lap seven to lap fifteen.

No matter how recklessly Verstappen pushed, no matter how far he drove the car, that red Ferrari in front of him was like a ghost that could never be reached.

If Verstappen runs 1 minute 33.5 seconds on this lap.

Lin Feng will definitely run a time of 1 minute 33.4 seconds on the same lap.

Never more, never less, always only 0.1 seconds faster.

In the Ferrari pit crew room, engineer Ricciardo stared wide-eyed at the telemetry data, as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Fred, look at this!" Ricciardo pointed incredulously at the screen. "Lin's lap times are as precise as a machine! He's even deliberately holding back, responding with a slightly faster burst every lap after Verstappen's push. His tire management is incredible!"

Vasser swallowed hard, staring at the red dot on the screen that was firmly in the lead.

He suddenly recalled Lin Feng's words at the pre-match press conference, words that were ridiculed by the world's media as arrogant and conceited:

"If I run faster than everyone else, then the issue of defense disappears, right?"

At the time, everyone thought he was just showing off.

But now, Vasser is shocked to discover that this twenty-year-old Chinese kid... he seems to be telling the truth!