F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

The race has reached the eighteenth lap.

Lin Feng, who was in the lead, continued to control the race with an almost uncanny rhythm.

"1 minute 32.2 seconds".

"1 minute 32.2 seconds".

"1 minute 32.2 seconds".

His lap times were always only 0.1 to 0.2 seconds faster than Verstappen behind him.

This tiny gap was not enough to make Verstappen despair, but it was like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey, tempting the Red Bull captain to keep pushing his tires to their limits.

Inside the pit lane of the Red Bull Racing team.

Team leader Christian Horner stared at the steady red curve on the screen, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

"This is illogical. After following him for over ten laps on this high-speed track, his medium tires should have already worn out from overheating! How did he manage to both prevent Max from sucking in the wake and perfectly maintain the tires?"

Horner's voice carried an unusual air of anxiety.

"Christian, we can't wait any longer." Red Bull's chief strategist, Hannah, decisively pressed the communication button. "Max's left front tire has suffered severe stripping. Although Ferrari's top speed on the straights was slow today, that Chinese kid's cornering traction control was too good; we can't overtake him on the track."

Horner gritted his teeth: "Execute the undercut, corner him!"

On the track, Verstappen, who was on the verge of losing patience with the Ferrari ahead of him, finally heard the engineer GP's voice in his ear:

"Box, Box. Execute the opposite strategy: if the Ferrari doesn't go in, we will. Switch to white tires, and we'll take him down on the first lap after we come out!"

"Copy." Verstappen feinted at the last corner, then swerved sharply, sending the car plunging into the pit lane.

The mechanics at the Red Bull service area are all ready to go.

Remove the tire, change the tire, and lower the jack!

1.9 seconds!

"Red Bull has pitted!" Sha Tong shouted. "A staggering 1.9-second tire change! Red Bull has unleashed their most lethal weapon—the undercut! Now all the pressure is on Ferrari! Ferrari must pit Lin Feng immediately on the next lap, otherwise, if Verstappen sets a super-fast flying lap on the new tires, Lin Feng's first place will be completely lost!"

Shi Yiying gripped her pen tightly: "That's right! Ferrari's strategy team has always been criticized. In a critical moment like today, can they make the right decision?"

As it turns out, never underestimate the Ferrari strategy team's ability to pull off unexpected moves.

The moment Verstappen plunged into the pit lane, the Ferrari pit control room instantly descended into chaos.

Chief strategist Rueda looked at Red Bull's arrival data, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He frantically typed on the keyboard, staring at the inbound window displayed by the computational model, while countless terrifying scenarios of being surpassed by Verstappen flashed through his mind.

"Lin...Max has pitted. He's switched to hard tires," race engineer Ricciardo's voice crackled over the radio. "We are checking..."

Upon hearing this most famous line from the F1 paddock, Lin Feng in the cockpit almost spat blood onto the steering wheel.

We're checking?!

Check my ass! Red Bull's practically holding a knife to your throat, and you're still checking?!

"Ricardo, no need for inspection, I'll stop at the station immediately on the next lap!" Lin Feng roared over the radio.

"Wait, Lin! Wait!" Rueda snatched the microphone, her voice urgent. "Our data shows that if you pit now, you'll be blocked by the McLaren behind you when you come out! Stay out! Do three more laps!"

"fart!"

Lin Feng didn't hold back and swore.

With the race reading ability of the [Schumacher Peak Experience Card], coupled with the system's [Precise Flow], Lin Feng's brain is now like a supercomputer.

He knew very well that his old medium tire, which had been used for 19 laps, was no match for Verstappen's brand new hard tires!

If he stays on the track for just one more lap, Verstappen can improve his lap time by a full two seconds when he comes out.

At that point, he won't even be able to take the lead; he might even fall more than three seconds behind Red Bull!

Even worse, the system's insane "King of Pretenders Keeps His Promises" mission requires him to stay ahead of Verstappen in every time segment and finish the race in P1.

If he gets overtaken, he'll have to do a social dance in the middle of the paddock tonight!

"To hell with 'We are checking' for the sake of my innocence!"

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and completely ignored the chaotic arguments from the strategy team in his earpiece.

Driving his red SF-24, on the last corner of lap nineteen, he completely ignored the team's instructions, turned the wheel all the way, and cut into the pit lane white line.

"Oh my god! Lin has pitted! He defied the team's orders and forced his way into the pit!" Sky Sports commentator Croft exclaimed in surprise.

Inside the Ferrari P-side.

Vasseur's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the number 28 race car that had suddenly appeared in the pit lane: "Tires! Quick! White tires!! This kid's gone mad, he's completely ignoring commands!"

Fortunately, although Ferrari's mechanics are often let down by the strategy team, their skills haven't been completely ruined.

When Lin Feng precisely stopped the race car in the marked area, the four hard tires covered with thermal blankets were immediately pushed up.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Four pneumatic wrenches roared simultaneously.

2.4 seconds!

While it can't match Red Bull's insane 1.9 seconds, this is the best Ferrari mechanics can do without prior preparation.

"Go! Go! Go!" Ricardo shouted over the radio.

Lin Feng stepped on the gas, and the red race car sped out of the maintenance area.

At that moment, just outside the white line at the exit of the pit lane, a dark blue Red Bull No. 1 race car was speeding along the starting straight at 310 kilometers per hour!

It was Max Verstappen!

After a full cycle of warm-up, Verstappen's hard tires had reached the perfect grip operating temperature, while Lin Feng's hard tires had just left the insulation blanket and were as cold as two pieces of hard plastic.

"They're meeting up outside the station! They're going to run side-by-side!" Sha Tong jumped up in the studio. "Verstappen is too fast! Cold tires against hot tires, can Lin Feng hold the inside line before the first corner?!"

"Marx, eat him! He's not getting any grip right now!" Red Bull engineer GP yelled over the radio.

"He's dead!" Verstappen stared intently at the Ferrari merging into the track on his right.

He fully deployed the rear wing in the DRS area, and the race car flew like a fighter jet skiing close to the ground, instantly erasing the last few meters of the gap between the two!

The hard braking area before the first bend.

On the left is Verstappen speeding forward, and on the right is Lin Feng, who has just driven out of the pit lane, with extremely low tire temperature and even the steering wheel vibrating violently due to lack of grip.

"System! Hold the line!"

Lin Feng roared in his mind, activating the [Iron Neck] and instantly locking his muscle groups to resist the terrifying centrifugal force of up to 5G.

Applying the brakes hard when the tires are cold is the easiest way to lock them up and go straight off the track. But Lin Feng's brain had entered flow mode at that moment.

Time slowed down again.

He could clearly feel the critical point at which the right front wheel was about to slip on the asphalt road.

Release the brake, downshift, and turn the steering wheel.

As the SF-24 entered the corner, its rear end inevitably swayed violently.

"It's out of control! Lin Feng is going to lose control!" Ferrari fans in the stands cried out in despair.

Just when everyone thought Lin Feng was about to smash the car against the wall or be cleanly overtaken by Verstappen, Lin Feng's hands made a reverse correction on the steering wheel at a speed that left afterimages!

squeak--!

Amidst the screams of the cold tires, the red race car did not rush towards the run-off area. Instead, it used an extremely bizarre, rally-race-like wild drifting posture to forcefully block the perfect apex of the first corner with the side of the car!

This is a textbook example of using wiring to block space!

Verstappen never expected that this semi-out-of-control Ferrari could still hold the apex of the corner. If he tried to overtake from the outside, he would inevitably be hit by Lin Feng's drifting rear end, resulting in both of them being injured and forced to retire from the race!

"F**K!!!"

Verstappen let out an angry roar from inside his helmet, forced to slam on the brakes. The car bounced violently and veered over the curb, swallowing back the overtaking opportunity that was within his grasp!

Out of the corner!

Lin Feng floored the accelerator, and after a brief lurch, the race car regained its grip and continued to lead the pack!

"He held on!!! My God! He actually held on to the first corner with a cold tire drift!!!" British commentator Croft held his head in his hands, "What kind of divine move is this?! It's like Schumacher channeled his inner spirit!"

The barrage of comments instantly overwhelmed the server.

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!! That scared me to death! I thought it was going to be posted on the wall!]

[Cold tire drifting and positioning! This is like something out of Need for Speed! I'm in awe!]

[Ferrari Strategy Team: We are checking. Lin: Check my ass, I'll do it myself!]

[I knew this guy was a master of showing off! Verstappen's face turned green, hahaha!]

The Ferrari parking garage was silent for a full five seconds.

"Great!" Vasser slammed his hand on the control panel, his face flushed with excitement. "Well done! This kid's a genius! Rueda, to hell with your damn calculation model! From now on, the inbound strategy will be entirely his!"

Meanwhile, in the midstream group of the track.

Driving a green Sauber race car, Zhou Guanyu took advantage of the gap between the two Toro Rosso cars battling it out ahead, and with an extremely beautiful late brake, cleanly and neatly overtook both cars from the inside line, moving up to eleventh place, just one step away from the points zone!

"Guanyu, well done! A beautiful double overtake!" Sha Tong's voice was hoarse from shouting, but his passion remained undiminished. "Both Chinese drivers displayed an extremely high level of competition in Jeddah today! There are still thirty laps left in the race, and Lin Feng's hard tires are already warming up. Next, he will face Verstappen in the final battle!"