F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Chapter 87 The Arrogant Little Genius

The heatwave distorted the air on the asphalt road.

At the exit of the driving test center, Lin Feng, wearing sunglasses and with his hands in his shorts pockets, strode out with an arrogant gait.

Just ten minutes ago, he successfully passed the driving test (Part 2) with a perfect score of 100.

Lin Feng took out his phone, opened WeChat, pressed the voice message button, and spoke with undisguised smugness.

"Just wanted to give you an update: your boyfriend passed his driving test with a perfect score on Part 2. He's now just one step away from becoming a legal driver. Once I get my license, I'll take you for a spin on Mount Akina."

As soon as the voice message was sent, Gu Ailing replied instantly with an eye-rolling emoji, followed by another voice message: "Stop showing off, hurry up and finish your driving test. If you fail your road test because you forgot to use your turn signal, I'll laugh at you for a whole year."

Lin Feng chuckled as he locked his phone screen.

"Didi—"

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A black minivan honked its horn twice by the roadside. The passenger window rolled down halfway, and the agent, Zhou Kai, wearing sunglasses, waved at him.

Lin Feng quickly ran to open the car door and climbed into the air-conditioned back seat, letting out a comfortable sigh.

"Brother Zhou, what brings you here to pick me up today?" Lin Feng teased.

Zhou Kai tossed a thick file onto Lin Feng's lap and said irritably, "I'd like to take a break. Look at your schedule. Next Tuesday you're going to Sanlitun to support that sports brand, Thursday you have a photoshoot for an endorsement, and this weekend you have to record a sports interview. You're a cash cow right now, I have to keep a close eye on you."

Lin Feng flipped through two pages of documents, feeling his head spinning. He rubbed his temples in pain and said, "Brother, I'm on summer break right now, a public holiday! This is illegal exploitation of labor."

"Stop talking nonsense. You were counting the money without hesitation when we were signing the contract." Zhou Kai rolled his eyes, then changed the subject, "By the way, I have a private appointment this afternoon. Boss Zhao from the Tengyue Karting Club you used to work for contacted me yesterday."

"Tengyue?" Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, and his long-forgotten memories were instantly awakened.

That's where his racing dream began.

Back then, his family was poor and couldn't afford new tires. Boss Zhao would often secretly give him secondhand tires that weren't too worn out, and even waived his parking fees. It's fair to say that without Boss Zhao's help back then, he wouldn't have survived the most difficult period.

"Boss Zhao said you've made something of yourself now and wants to invite you back to the club for a visit, and maybe give a lesson to the young driving students to encourage them. What do you think? If you don't want to go, I'll decline for you." Zhou Kai looked at him.

"Yes, of course we have to go." Lin Feng nodded without hesitation. "We can't push Uncle Zhao out of the way. Let's go, let's go now."

Half an hour later, the van drove into the Tengyue Karting Club in the suburbs.

As soon as Lin Feng entered the gate, he was startled by the scene before him.

A striking red banner hung at the entrance of the club's main building: "Warmly welcome Tengyue's pride, Lin Feng, back home in glory!"

A row of staff members in uniform stood on both sides, some of them holding mobile phones and gimbals, all with their cameras pointed at the van that had just come to a stop.

As soon as the car door opened, Mr. Zhao, who was overweight and had a ruddy complexion, came straight up to greet them and gave them a bear hug.

"Xiao Feng! You're finally back! Uncle Zhao missed you so much!" Boss Zhao patted Lin Feng on the back excitedly. "Good lad, you're a real star now! I have to ask for your autograph before I even recognize you on the street!"

Lin Feng smiled and hugged his old acquaintance: "Uncle Zhao, your banner is a bit too exaggerated. I just came back to visit, but it's like a leader is on an inspection tour."

"No exaggeration, no exaggeration! You're now our club's star attraction!" Boss Zhao pulled Lin Feng's hand and led him inside, with the surrounding staff quickly following.

The club has been renovated and is much more impressive than the dilapidated factory Lin Feng remembered.

Boss Zhao led Lin Feng on a tour, finally stopping at the entrance of the Hall of Honor at the far end of the first floor.

"Come on, take a look at this. Our club just installed a wall of honor, and the top spot is reserved for you." Boss Zhao proudly pushed open the door.

On the most prominent wall hang several faded medals he won as a child in youth competitions here. Next to them are several vintage photos.

Lin Feng in the photo is probably in his early teens, wearing an ill-fitting racing suit, holding a plastic trophy, and laughing carefree. The funniest thing is that he is missing half of his front tooth.

"Uncle Zhao—" Lin Feng pointed at the photo with the missing tooth, his lips twitching, "Can't we change this photo?"

My image is completely ruined.

"What do you know? This is called reality! This is called contrast!" Boss Zhao laughed heartily and pointed to the side.

Next to the photo of the missing tooth, four large, exquisitely framed photos hung side by side. They were all filled with high-resolution, enlarged photos of the event.

Under the night sky in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, he proudly held up the championship trophy; after the sprint race in Shanghai, he stood on the podium waving to the home fans; in Montreal, Canada, his hair was disheveled but his eyes were piercing; and at Silverstone, England, he posed for a photo with Russell, Hamilton, and Toto.

Looking at these photos, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a strange, indescribable emotion.

This is probably what people often refer to as returning home in glory.

I started from this dilapidated go-kart club and fought my way to the pinnacle of world motorsport.

"Your former coach, Ma Qinghua, insisted on coming today," Boss Zhao said suddenly, looking at the photo. "But he's been preparing for TCR lately and couldn't get away. He asked me to congratulate you on his behalf."

"Coach Ma," Lin Feng smiled, "it's alright, we already met at the Shanghai station, still the same old temper."

"That's just how he is, all bark and no bite." Boss Zhao glanced at his watch. "Let's go to the briefing room. Those kids have been so excited since this morning that they haven't even eaten, just waiting for you to give them a lesson."

Lin Feng followed Boss Zhao to the briefing room on the second floor.

Pushing open the door, you see more than twenty students dressed in racing suits sitting neatly inside, ranging in age from eight or nine to fourteen or fifteen.

Upon seeing Lin Feng enter, the group of teenagers stood up in unison, their eyes gleaming with undisguised admiration, as if they were looking at a superhero who had stepped out of the television.

"Hello, Brother Lin Feng!" the children shouted in unison.

Lin Feng gestured for everyone to sit down, then casually leaned against the podium.

He didn't intend to lecture on any dry technical theories, since these kids were still in the foundational stage.

"Alright, don't be so reserved. I used to sit in this chair and get yelled at by the coach, just like you guys." Lin Feng said with a smile. "Today, I won't talk about how to adjust the chassis or how to read telemetry data. I'll just share some experience with you."

His gaze swept across the pairs of longing eyes below.

"When it comes to racing, talent is important, and money is important too. But the most important thing is that once you're on the track, you have to have a ruthless, no-holds-barred attitude. Whether you're driving a go-kart or a Formula car, the steering wheel is in your hands, and you're the boss. When you encounter a corner, don't think about how to get through it comfortably; think about how to squeeze everyone else behind you."

Lin Feng paused, his tone becoming more relaxed: "Of course, the premise is that you have to drink plenty of milk and grow taller. You also have to finish your homework on time, otherwise your parents definitely won't pay for your driving lessons."

A burst of cheerful laughter erupted in the briefing room.

Just as Lin Feng was about to share some stories about food he encountered during the competition in Europe, a boy sitting on the far left of the first row suddenly raised his hand.

The boy was about fourteen years old, with blond hair and an arrogant look in his eyes, like a newborn calf unafraid of tigers.

"What questions do you have? Go ahead and ask." Lin Feng nodded.

The boy stood up, crossed his arms, raised his chin, looked at Lin Feng, and said something surprising.

"Lin Feng, I've seen the video of you karting at the club before. To be honest, your entry into turn four was too slow. I'm currently the lap record holder for the junior group at Tengyue Club. If I were to race on your track today, I would definitely be faster than you."

The briefing room fell silent the moment those words were spoken.

The owner, Mr. Zhao, standing nearby, changed his expression and was about to reprimand this arrogant young man.

Lin Feng simply laughed.

He looked the arrogant kid up and down, and instead of getting angry, he found the kid rather interesting.

"Oh, the lap record holder?" Lin Feng said with amusement. "What's your name?"

"Wang Haoran!" The boy puffed out his chest, his face full of pride.

"Okay, Wang Haoran, confidence is a good thing, but it's wrong of you to brag without thinking." Lin Feng unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took a sip. "Back when I was running around here, you were probably still a puddle of liquid."

"Cough cough cough!!" Upon hearing Lin Feng's lewd words, Boss Zhao quickly coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment.

At this moment, Old Sun, the go-karting instructor who had been standing silently at the back, came out.

Old Sun used to be Tengyue's chief mechanic and was very familiar with Lin Feng. He rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Lin Feng, since Hao Ran is so arrogant and unconvinced, how about this? You're back today, so why don't you go to the track and show these kids what you've got?" Old Sun had a look of glee on his face. "Just pick any go-kart and run a ten-lap practice race with them. Let them see for themselves what a real professional driver is like."

Upon hearing this, the children below immediately lit up and began to cheer.

"Run a race! Run a race!"

"Haoran! Kill him!"

Wang Haoran looked at Lin Feng defiantly and asked, "Do you dare?"

Lin Feng looked at the group of eager little kids and slowly placed the mineral water bottle in his hand on the podium.

He had only planned to make a brief appearance, have some tea, and then leave. But now, these brats had actually dared to provoke him.

How could a top-ranked F1 driver put up with this kind of humiliation?

Damn it, did he really think he'd been on vacation for the past six months?

Now that we're back in our hometown, if we don't properly prune these arrogant little saplings, how will they ever make it in the racing world?

"Sure." Lin Feng took the helmet from Lao Sun, turned to look at Wang Haoran, and gave him a kind smile.

"Wang Haoran, right? Today, I'll give you a free lesson so you can experience the harsh realities of society in advance."

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