F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Chapter 90: I've made a fool of myself!

Holding his perfect score report, Lin Feng strolled back to the driving school's training ground.

As soon as I reached the edge of field number one, I heard a familiar roar pierce through the sweltering air.

"Are you pressing the clutch or a landmine?! The car lurches every time you lift your foot! I could throw a handful of rice on the steering wheel and a chicken would start more steadily than you!"

Wang, wearing a pair of reflective sunglasses and with a towel of indeterminate color draped around his neck, was pointing at a sweaty young man in the driver's seat, spitting as he spoke.

Coach Wang was known throughout the driving school for his fiery temper, and batches of students were so badly scolded by him that they would tremble at the sight of the steering wheel.

Lin Feng was the only exception.

From the very first day Lin Feng touched a car at the driving school, Wang Heilian never found an opportunity to lose his temper. He even boasted to other instructors in private that he had trained a driving genius, that this kid was born for this job.

At this moment, Wang Heilian turned his head and saw Lin Feng strolling over. His dark face instantly brightened, and he squeezed out what he thought was a very amiable smile.

"Hey, Xiao Lin's back after the exam? Did you pass?" Wang Heilian walked up and asked.

"Passed, Coach Wang, full marks." Lin Fengse handed over the report card.

"I knew it! You could pass with your eyes closed!" Wang Heilian patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, then turned and glared at the few new students next to him who were shrinking back.

"You guys are as stupid as pigs every day! You're lucky today, Xiaolin just finished his exam and he's still hot on his feet."

"Xiao Lin," Wang Heilian turned his face and looked at Lin Feng with a smile, "Come on, get in the car and give these newbies a standard demonstration of driving test 2 and 3, let them see what smooth sailing looks like! Let them know what kind of crap they're driving."

Lin Feng was delighted to hear this.

"Sure, Coach Wang, I'll just demonstrate a couple of moves for everyone." Lin Feng rubbed his hands together, not refusing at all.

"Look at their attitude!" Wang Heilian gestured with his chin at the trainees, then turned to Lin Feng and said, "Lin, go ahead and drive boldly. I noticed it a long time ago; you have the feel of a professional race car driver. I watch F1 and stuff sometimes, and the way you start is so smooth; it's really reminiscent of Schumacher and Alonso back in the day."

Wang Heilian's understanding of F1 was clearly stuck in the ancient times of more than a decade ago. He couldn't connect the young man in front of him wearing shorts with the current top driver on TV who earns over 100 million yuan a year.

"Coach Wang has a good eye." Lin Feng smiled mysteriously.

He walked to the well-worn old Volkswagen Santana training car, opened the door, and got in.

The moment Lin Feng sat in the cockpit, his expression changed.

Although he was sitting on a sunken foam seat and holding a worn plastic steering wheel, Lin Feng felt as if he were sitting on a race car ready to go.

"Today I'll show you what a dimensional reduction attack is, and what a true catapult start is."

Lin Feng lowered the car window, put his left arm on the windowsill, and gave a confident, wicked smile to Wang Heilian and the students who were staring wide-eyed, standing not far in front of the car.

"Everyone, watch carefully."

Lin Feng uttered three words: "I've made a fool of myself."

As soon as he finished speaking, the car window rolled up.

Lin Feng pressed his left foot firmly against the clutch pedal. His right hand skillfully shifted into first gear.

In a beat-up Santana without any electronic aids, achieving a perfect launch depends entirely on the driver's precise control over the engine speed and clutch engagement point.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Feng slammed the accelerator pedal into the floor with his right foot!

"Boom—Boom—Boom!!!"

This old, naturally aspirated engine, with a displacement of only 1.6 liters and a maximum speed that rarely exceeds 3,000 rpm, was forcibly pulled to the redline of 6,000 rpm in an instant!

A thick plume of black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe, and the entire car began to tremble violently at its high RPMs, as if it were about to fall apart at any moment. A heart-wrenching roar came from the engine compartment, like the desperate lament of this old car before its death.

The students standing outside were so frightened that they covered their ears.

Wang Heilian was also stunned: "What's this kid doing? Washing his feet while stepping on the gas pedal?"

Inside the car, Lin Feng stared intently ahead.

"Now!"

His left foot instantly sprang off the clutch pedal.

In Lin Feng's mind, the Santana should shoot off like an arrow with a sharp screech of tires, leaving a perfect trail on the training field.

However, reality is often far more bleak than ideals, especially when faced with a beat-up car that is older than many of the trainees.

The moment the clutch engages suddenly, the enormous torque of 6,000 RPM is instantly transmitted to the gearbox and drive shaft.

"Snap!"

A sickening metallic snapping sound came from under the car.

Immediately following was a deafening roar, like a muffled thunderclap.

"Bang!!!"

It was as if a bomb had exploded in the Santana's engine compartment; the huge blast wave blew the hood off!

The hood tumbled twice in mid-air before crashing down with a thud into the green belt less than half a meter from Wang Heilian's feet.

The car jerked violently, lurched forward less than twenty centimeters, and then came to a complete standstill.

A large plume of pungent white steam mixed with black smoke billowed from the uncovered engine compartment, instantly engulfing the front of the car.

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The training ground was deathly silent.

Even the cicadas in the trees were so frightened that they stopped chirping.

The new trainees stared wide-eyed, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

Wang Heilian stared blankly at the still steaming engine hood at his feet, then at the Santana in front of him that was puffing out clouds of smoke.

A full five seconds passed.

Lin Feng pushed open the driver's side door and got out, coughing.

He was still holding a broken gear shift knob in his hand.

The embarrassment of failing to show off reached its peak at this moment.

Lin Feng blushed to the roots of his ears, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself on the spot.

"Coach Wang, this car—the clutch plate seems to be burned—and the head gasket is blown—" Lin Feng explained dryly, looking at the oil all over the ground, thinking that he had really embarrassed himself this time.

Wang Heilian finally came to his senses, his facial muscles twitching violently. His originally dark face had now turned a deep liver color.

"Lin Feng! I'll f*** your grandpa!"

Wang Heilian completely exploded, pointing at the pile of scrap metal and yelling, "I told you to give a starting demonstration, and you're going to blow it up like this?! This car's been with me for ten years! It's never dared to fart more than a fart, and you just floored the gas and tore it apart?! What kind of plane are you flying?!"

"It was an accident, purely an accident." Knowing he was in the wrong, Lin Feng quickly took two steps back. "Coach Wang, don't be angry. I'll pay for all the repairs. I'll compensate you at cost, okay?"

"Pay up? The engine's blown up, what are you going to use to fix it! It's totaled!" Wang Hei's face trembled with rage as he looked around for a handy tool, ready to fight Lin Feng to the death.

The trainees huddled to one side, not daring to even breathe.

Just as tensions were running high and Lin Feng was preparing to flee at any moment.

A black Audi A6 sped in from the main gate of the driving school, braked sharply, and came to a steady stop next to training ground number one.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man with a large belly and slicked-back hair emerged, sweating profusely. This man was none other than Mr. Sun, the owner of the driving school.

Behind General Manager Sun were several other managers from the driving school, and the whole group of people scrambled and stumbled as they ran towards them.

When Wang Heilian saw the big boss arrive, he became even more confident and pointed at Lin Feng to complain.

"Mr. Sun! You've come at the right time! This kid was driving recklessly and blew up my training car with a single press of the accelerator! The hood flew off! You absolutely can't let him get away with this; he has to pay for a new car!"

However, Mr. Sun didn't even glance at Wang Heilian or the dilapidated Santana.

He jogged up to Lin Feng, but slipped and nearly fell to the ground because he was running too fast.

Mr. Sun steadied himself, stretched out his two chubby hands, and firmly grasped Lin Feng's hand, which was still a little oily.

"Oh my! Lin Feng! It really is you!"

When Mr. Sun spoke, the fat on his face jiggled, and his eyes gleamed.

"I was watching the security footage in the office just now, and the more I looked, the more it seemed like it. I quickly brought them down! I'm so sorry for not welcoming you properly! It's such an honor for us to come to our small driving school to take your driving test; it's like our ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke!"

This completely stunned everyone present.

Wang Heilian's hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze.

"Mr. Sun—Mr. Sun, do you know him? He wrecked our car—" Wang Heilian stammered, trying to remind him.

"Shut up!" Boss Sun turned around and yelled at Wang Heilian, "So what if it's totaled! That Lin Feng was able to damage our car is a blessing for this beat-up Santana! Countless luxury cars are lining up to let him run them over, but they won't even get a chance!"

Mr. Sun turned his head and put on that fawning smile again.

"Lin, please don't mind, the guys below are just nobodies. But that launch you just did, wow, the sound, the power! No wonder you're a current F1 Grand Prix champion! No wonder you're a Williams driver! Your skill level is just different!"

boom!

These words were like a bombshell, exploding right there on the training field.

Several new trainees who were just watching the drama unfold suddenly widened their eyes, staring at Lin Feng, who was wearing shorts, as if he were an alien.

"F1 champion?"

"Williams?"

Wang Heilian felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind. He stared blankly at Lin Feng, recalling how he had just shamelessly told him that Lin Feng "had a bit of a Schumacher vibe."

A top-tier F1 driver, whom I boss around every day, and today I'm asking him to get in the car and demonstrate for a newbie?!

Wang Heilian felt a wave of dizziness, his legs went weak, and he almost couldn't stand up.

Lin Feng withdrew his hand, casually wiped some engine oil on his trouser leg, and smiled somewhat awkwardly.

"Mr. Sun, you're too kind. I really couldn't stop myself today. I'll pay for the repairs or depreciation of this car, no matter what. It's not a big deal."

"Don't mention money! What are you talking about?!" Mr. Sun shook his head vigorously, refusing righteously. "This car should have been totaled long ago! You've helped our driving school eliminate a safety hazard! The repair costs are waived!"

Then, Mr. Sun's eyes lit up, revealing his shrewd businessman nature.

"Mr. Lin, I absolutely cannot accept the money. But since you've graced us with your presence today, could you do us the honor of taking a photo with us?"

The boss rubbed his hands together, looking expectant: "Let's take a picture standing in front of this car. It'll be such a memorable moment!"

Even F1 champions have practiced so hard here that their engines have blown out! That just shows how passionate the teaching atmosphere at our driving school is!

Lin Feng stared at the wrecked car in front of him, still emitting white smoke and with its hood gone, his lips twitching.

If this is posted out as advertising material, will this driving school still be able to recruit anyone?

But one shouldn't hit a smiling face, especially since they waived the compensation.

"Alright, let's take a picture." Lin Feng sighed.

"Great! Quick, quick! Old Wang, bring a few students over with you! Let them share in the joy!"

Mr. Sun greeted them excitedly.

So, under the scorching sun, Lin Feng was forced to stand in front of a dilapidated, wrecked Santana.

On the left is Mr. Sun, the driving school manager, who is all smiles and giving a thumbs up.

On the right is Coach Wang, still shaken and trembling.

There were several students behind him forcing smiles.

"Come on, look at the camera! One, two, three! Cheese!"

"Click."

The image freezes.

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