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Chapter 94 Chasing Dreams at the Extreme

[Voiceover (Baritone, deep and magnetic)]: "Speed ​​is a primal desire etched into humanity's genes. In this arena that belongs only to a select few geniuses, a difference of 0.1 seconds is often the chasm between heaven and hell. Today, we will step into the world of a young man who chases the wind from an old hutong in Beijing, and explore how he ignites a red storm belonging to the Chinese people in this whirlwind of speed."

Accompanied by stirring symphonic music, several powerful characters appeared on the television screen:

Episode 3 of "Chasing Dreams to the Extreme: The New Generation of Chinese Power" - The Eye of the Storm.

The screen lights up.

In the video, under the scorching August sun, a tall, thin young man is slowly riding a shared bicycle through a tree-lined path. He is wearing a black T-shirt, and his forehead is covered in sweat.

The young man stopped his bicycle, put one foot on the ground, and grinned at the camera that was filming him.

"Take a clearer picture." Lin Feng pulled a brand-new black notebook out of his shorts pocket and proudly held it up to the camera.

The close-up shot focused on the words on the small booklet—Motor Vehicle Driver's License (C1).

"See this? Freshly baked!" Lin Feng winked at the camera, his arrogant tone as if he had won the world championship. "From today onwards, I am a legally qualified driver of a motor vehicle. If anyone dares to say that I am an unlicensed driver, I will throw this certificate in their face."

[Voiceover]: "It's hard to imagine that this young man, who was just gloating over getting a regular C1 driver's license, has already given countless drivers a hard time on the world's top racetracks in the past six months."

The scene shifts, following Lin Feng as he enters the old, dilapidated residential compound. He climbs to the third floor and pushes open a security door with a faded "福" (good fortune) character pasted on it.

The small space of less than 100 square meters felt even more crowded with the arrival of the film crew.

Lin Feng's parents sat on the sofa, their hands awkwardly placed on their knees.

Lin Guoqiang specially changed into a brand new white shirt, while his mother secretly tidied her hair with her hands.

"Uncle and Aunt, don't be nervous, let's just chat casually." The director's gentle voice came from off-screen.

"Hey, don't be nervous, don't be nervous." Lin Guoqiang chuckled twice and cleared his throat. "Xiao Feng has always been different from other kids. When other kids wanted toy cars, he insisted on driving go-karts. Back then, our family wasn't well-off. I used to work for a state-owned enterprise, but I had no choice but to quit and start reselling building materials. All the money I earned was worn away by him on the tires."

Lin's mother, her eyes reddening, gently patted her husband's hand.

"We don't understand any grand principles, we just know he likes it. One winter, he went to another city to compete in some kind of Formula race. There wasn't even any heating. We were watching the broadcast on TV at home when his car broke down. He was shivering alone by the track—this kid has suffered so much."

The camera quietly pans in, cutting into Lin Feng's small bedroom.

The narrator remained silent as the camera slowly panned across the spotless glass display case. From the slightly yellowed plastic go-kart trophies at the bottom, to the Formula One medals in the middle, and finally to the gleaming metallic F1 Grand Prix trophy at the very top.

This is a path to heaven paved with money, sweat, and countless desperate days and nights.

The scene shifts to the flower bed downstairs in the residential area.

Grandpa Zhang, carrying a birdcage, was shouting loudly at the camera: "Xiao Feng? Hey! I watched him grow up! He's always been a bit of a rascal, and I always thought he skipped school to drive those bumper cars at the amusement park! Who knew this kid was so good at something big, now he's actually competing with those foreigners for trophies on TV! He's making us Chinese proud!"

Immediately afterwards, a female teacher with thick-rimmed glasses and slightly gray hair appeared in the shot.

This is Teacher Wang, Lin Feng's homeroom teacher in junior high school.

Teacher Wang sighed deeply as she faced the camera.

"Lin Feng is actually quite smart, but his mind is never on his books. Back when he was in the second year of junior high, he would disappear every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon! I asked his dad, and his dad always covered for him, saying he had an upset stomach one day and a fever and went to the hospital the next."

Teacher Wang slammed her fist on the table in anger: "I told Lao Lin right then and there, 'If you let him drive that beat-up old car all day, how will he make a living? How will he get into university?' And what happened?!"

Teacher Wang couldn't help but laugh, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out: "Turns out he's now driving the fastest car. I misjudged him; this kid is a prodigy."

[Voiceover]: "The growth of a prodigy is inseparable from the discovery of a talent scout."

The camera then cuts to the Tengyue Karting Club.

The overweight boss, Mr. Zhao, pointed to the photo of Lin Feng with missing teeth on the honor wall and grinned from ear to ear: "When he first came here, he wasn't even as tall as the steering wheel. He was very stubborn. He could spend an entire day on the track without eating in order to practice a single corner."

The scene then shifts to a maintenance area at a racetrack in Shanghai.

Ma Qinghua, China's first F1 driver, professional racing driver, and former coach of Lin Feng, was interviewed while wearing a racing suit.

"When you watch Lin Feng's races now, don't you think he drives incredibly recklessly? He brakes late, hugs the walls, and even seems a bit unreasonable?"

"But to be honest, he wasn't like this before." Ma Qinghua gestured with his hand. "When I was coaching him, his driving style was extremely—how should I put it—extremely conservative, even too civilized. As long as the car behind put a little pressure on him, or made a turn in a corner, he would definitely give way to the racing line, for fear of a collision that would lead to retirement from the race."

Ma Qinghua shook his head, his tone full of sighs.

"Back then, I would yell at him on the walkie-talkie every day, saying that if he was so weak, he would be completely devoured on the track! But later, when he actually stepped into that world's top cockpit, it was as if he had suddenly become a different person."

Ma Qinghua looked at the camera with a strange expression: "He unleashed the rage and bloodthirsty wildness in his bones, transforming himself from a conservative, obedient boy into a true thug. I think perhaps it was that extreme pressure that completely awakened the beast within him."

As Ma Qinghua finished speaking, the background music of the documentary suddenly changed.

The heavy, rhythmic drumbeats begin to strike, like the heartbeat of a race car engine idling.

[Voiceover (speech speed increases, emotions begin to rise)]: "Fifteen years of dormancy, countless failures and self-doubt, the gears of fate have finally meshed."

The images on the television screen began to flash back in a rapid montage.

"Bomb One" 6

This is a blurry image of Lin Feng driving a dilapidated go-kart across the finish line when he was ten years old.

"Boom!" This is a photo of him at the age of eighteen, standing desperately next to his F3 race car with its engine blown out in the rain in Europe, covered in mud.

"Bomb One"

This is a picture of him during his F2 days, when he was forced off the track by his opponents due to his conservative and yielding attitude, and he sat on the gravel, head down, looking dejected.

All the visuals and all the noise abruptly stopped at the moment the drumbeats reached their climax.

The screen went dark for two seconds.

next second.

A high-pitched roar from the V6 hybrid engine exploded in the ears of all the audience members like a thunderclap!

The screen lit up instantly, and the feed switched to the global live broadcast of F1.

Those are the nighttime lights of the Jeddah circuit in Saudi Arabia, and those are the top-class racing cars lined up on the starting grid, poised to pounce like ferocious beasts.

On the departure signal light frame, five red lights lit up in sequence.

The sound of my heartbeat was in sync with the flashing of the red light.

The passionate shouts of renowned British commentator David Croft pierced the screen and struck right to the soul:

"And it's lights out and away, we go!!! (Five red lights go out! The game begins!)"

In the video, the red race car, like a cannonball, streaks across the night sky like a streak of azure lightning!

The fast-paced editing vividly showcases Lin Feng's incredible performance this season.

On the straight in Miami, he made a shameless defensive stand, blocking Mercedes behind him.

His afterimage as he sped through the tunnels in the narrow streets of Monaco;

In the torrential rain of Montreal, he drove over the shoulder, his right rear wheel almost scraping the wall as he burst into a cloud of white smoke in a death dance!

Finally, all the images came to a close.

The camera then returns to the finish line of the Jeddah circuit in Saudi Arabia, to that debut that shocked the entire motorsport world.

The black and white checkered flag waved wildly in the night sky, and the red race car was the first to cross the finish line!

The race car came to a smooth stop in the closed racing area.

The frame rate of the video was slowed down, the background music faded away, leaving only a faint and ethereal piano sound.

Lin Feng pulled the steering wheel. He didn't calmly unbuckle his seatbelt as usual.

He braced himself on the sides of the cockpit with both hands, like a caged beast breaking free of its shackles, and leaped out of the narrow cockpit!

He stepped directly onto the racing car's halo, and under a dazzling spotlight, ripped off his fireproof hood and helmet.

Sweat trickled down his angular face.

Amidst the deafening cheers of tens of thousands of people at the scene, Lin Feng spread his arms, raised his head, faced the night sky, and let out a hysterical roar!

"Ahhhhh!"

That roar contained so much.

It is an act of defiance against fate, a retaliation against all contempt, and a complete release for a Chinese driver standing at the top of the world.

[Voiceover (gradually becoming lower and more powerful)]: "He's not just piloting a machine; he's piloting his own destiny. In this war without gunpowder, Lin Feng uses his speed to tell the world: in this extreme field long monopolized by the West, China's new generation of power has transformed into the most violent storm, unstoppable!"

The image gradually fades out, freezing on the silhouette of Lin Feng roaring to the sky.

At the end of the documentary, the camera returned to the quiet hutongs of Beijing.

As the sun sets, its golden rays bathe the gray bricks and tiles in the sunlight.

Lin Feng, wearing a white T-shirt and holding a half-eaten popsicle, strolled slowly along the stone-paved path of the alley.

An elderly man collecting recyclables walked towards them. Lin Feng smiled and stepped aside, greeting him casually in fluent Beijing dialect, "Grandpa, have you eaten yet?"

The old man nodded with a smile and rode away on his tricycle.

Lin Feng turned around, took a bite of the popsicle in his hand, and continued walking forward with his back to the camera. His shadow stretched very long in the setting sun.

The narration began again at this moment, like a gentle stream, bringing this episode to a perfect close.

"He can transform into a demon in the cockpit at 300 kilometers per hour, fighting to the death with the world's top fighters; or he can be a Beijing guy riding his bike home in the everyday life of the city."

"His name is Lin Feng. A young Chinese man who is going to conquer the world's speed records, and his journey to pursue his dream has only just begun."

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