Speed ​​God

Chapter 14 A Glimpse of Light

Chaos. Turmoil. Roar.

Dizziness.

The cochlear balance seemed to be disrupted at high speed, and the world began to blur and distort. However, Lu Zhizhou became increasingly calm and completely immersed in it.

Completely absorbed in the experience, forgetting the trial, forgetting Maranello, forgetting everyone else in this space.

At this moment, he was the only one in the simulator cabin.

It's not for testing or proving myself, but for enjoying the thrill and joy of driving, exploring racing cars and tracks.

Everything was about racing, like a math problem laid out before me, and I began to solve it with great interest, exploring at my own pace.

Montfati's eyes regained their calm. A rookie is a rookie. The little incident at the beginning of the game now seems to be just a lucky accident. After turning the tide, Lu Zhizhou is like a hedgehog with its quills removed, docile and rounded, no different from other rookies.

That stunning glimpse was purely accidental.

Montfati couldn't help but glance at Todd. Although people always said that Todd's judgment of people was never wrong, and he always believed it, was it possible that now that Todd was getting old, his intuition and inspiration had become dulled with age?
Montalcini didn't say much, turned his gaze back to Lu Zhizhou's test, and remained professional, fulfilling his duties.

however!
Slowly, slowly, Montfati's professional eye began to catch the changes, and things gradually became interesting.

Lu Zhizhou, who had been testing and pondering all along, seemed to be rushing around in a chaotic manner, but inexplicably he found some patterns and clues.

Unconsciously, Montfati's heart began to race again, and little by little, he was completely immersed in it before he even realized it.

Unable to contain their excitement, they joined in the research of that math problem.

Everything felt like being on a real racetrack. The simulator roared, and although there was no wind blowing, you could almost feel the rhythm of the air.

Lu Zhizhou was completely focused, his whole being immersed in the simulator.

On the surface, his movements were sometimes aggressive, sometimes hesitant, and the rhythm was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, seemingly without any method.

But Montfati gradually figured out some tricks of the trade. This was not reckless, but a test, and even more so, a deconstruction.

This is a driver using his most primal intuition and senses to analyze the operating logic of an unfamiliar race car. He doesn't even care about lap times or the time on the screen; instead, he's immersed in making mistakes and even actively creating problems to find solutions.

"Is he...testing the waters?" Leclerc frowned, though he still couldn't believe his own judgment despite uttering the words.

why?
Monfatini did not respond, but only glanced at Leclerc.

The Ferrari academy has many promising young talents, each with their own unique abilities, but their understanding of racing is still too standard and textbook-like.

Perhaps they can learn something from this novice in front of them.

Montalcini glanced at the entrance, hesitating whether he should call over the other youth trainees, but after a moment's hesitation, he gave up.

Montfati could tell that Lu Zhizhou was currently solving a math problem that had no standard answer.

One mistake after another, one solution after another.

Understeer, drift, delayed braking, premature acceleration, skidding, wheel lockup...

Generally, beginners drive cautiously and conservatively to avoid making mistakes and exposing their weaknesses, but Lu Zhizhou does the opposite. He is not worried about making a fool of himself at all. Instead, he uses his mistakes to build a map that truly belongs to him, as if he has entered a brand new game map.

Every mistake, every deviation, is a coordinate; when they are connected, they become his own unique blueprint in his mind.

There's a saying that you might forget the questions you answered correctly, but you'll remember the ones you answered incorrectly for a lifetime.

This is what Lu Zhizhou is trying to do.

But while the logic is sound, the real problem lies in—

What madman would dare to make such an attempt during a once-in-a-lifetime Ferrari trial opportunity?

Montfati had no answer. Meanwhile, Lu Zhizhou was having a blast in the simulator.

This is not a trial, but an adventure, an exploration, a journey that belongs to him.

As the test progressed, Lu Zhizhou's mistakes gradually decreased, his entry point into corners began to advance, his exit trajectory became smoother, and the tires no longer roared violently but gently conformed to the track. He did not conquer it with brute force, but treated the simulator as an extension of his body, dancing gracefully.

Lap 10, Turn 4.

This classic technical corner, with its narrow inner side and blind spot at the exit, is where all beginners are most prone to making mistakes.

But Lu Zhizhou did not choose the traditional braking point, but instead—

Delay.

It forced its way into the minimum tolerance range of the curve.

Leclerc's fingers and toes twitched, as if he were sitting in a simulator. He immediately realized that Lu Zhizhou had braked too late. His heart skipped a beat, and he reacted reflexively, imagining his actions in the cockpit, trying to take control of the situation.

The simulator vibrated violently for a moment.

The car's rear end slid out for a moment, but in the next second, Lu Zhizhou adjusted his body's center of gravity in advance. He slightly counter-steering and gently followed up with the accelerator, causing the rear end to swing out at a delicate angle and be quickly pulled back. The virtual racing car on the screen seemed to be perfectly integrated with Lu Zhizhou's body.

Sliding is merely a transition, not a loss of control.

Perfect corner cut, perfect corner exit.

Montfaldini involuntarily gasped, his eyes widened, and his body leaned forward uncontrollably, barely managing to regain his balance with all his might.

So, was it just luck this time too?
No, it's not.

Lu Zhizhou remained calm; everything was part of his plan.

He was waiting; he knew the rear of the car would swing, and he even left room in advance to react. He was using his intuition to answer this turn four.

An instinct!
Starting from scratch, Lu Zhizhou mastered the control logic of steering and throttle in just ten laps.

More importantly, Lu Zhizhou's understanding of racing space and dynamic balance gradually became clear and quickly developed, becoming vivid and engaging.

Montfati had a feeling that this baby-faced guy was about to pick up speed.

however!
Montfatini guessed wrong!
Lu Zhizhou didn't rush to show off his skills or recklessly increase his speed. Instead, he entered a rhythm of meditation and contemplation.

He is not in a hurry to break through the limits, not because he cannot, but because he is establishing his own way of advancing.

The throttle control is no longer intense, but rather like fine-tuning a musical note with your fingers; the steering wheel is no longer wildly turned, but rather like tracing a racing line.

What was unfolding before my eyes felt as if I were witnessing Beethoven composing his Ninth Symphony.

Starting from scratch, scribbles randomly on a blank sheet of paper. The seemingly chaotic musical notes are gradually connected and eventually evolve into a magnificent painting.

Witnessing firsthand the magnificence and awe of skyscrapers rising from the ground is deeply imprinted on the soul, creating an uncontrollable resonance and vibration.

Fourteenth lap.

Before entering the high-speed S-curve, Lu Zhizhou released the accelerator half a beat in advance without any warning.

The simulator didn't issue any warnings or provide any reference data to tell him what to do; it was all based on intuition. Releasing the accelerator a little earlier would cause the vehicle to lean forward, generating additional front-end downforce and resulting in a more precise steering angle.

Everything stems from the body's perception of the vehicle and the track.

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