Speed ​​God

Chapter 15 Dolphins Enter the Sea
For most people, driving means controlling a machine—

Of course, that's correct; the vehicle is always the foundation of everything.

But true driving is much more than that; it's a process of perceiving machinery, a way of touching the road and understanding the world through the feedback from the tires and the ground.

When you truly understand the language of a car, how it responds to the road and vibrations, and when its center of gravity and breath merge with the driver's heartbeat, at that moment, driving is no longer about control, but about extension, and ultimately, it becomes a part of your body.

For Lu Zhizhou, this feeling was still vague, just a vague intuition, a potential instinct.

He trusted this instinct, and without warning, he released the throttle half a beat before entering the curve. His body subconsciously adjusted its center of gravity according to inertia, and the movement was smooth and effortless, as if he were walking on an unseen road, as if on flat ground.

The car entered the S-curve with precision, its stability as if standing on a tightrope. It smoothly and quickly completed a twisting line, its body and the race car moving in sync in a flash, like a streak of light, drawing a perfect S-shape. Finally, at the moment of exiting the curve, it accelerated, easily breaking the 100 km/h mark in an instant, becoming a blur as it rushed out. The whole world flew by in a blur of light and shadow.

In that instant, Lu Zhizhou, the racing simulator, the racetrack, and the wind seemed to merge into one.

“Predictive dynamic control!” Monfati’s eyes lit up. This was a skill possessed only by top drivers, and his heart began to pound wildly.

Sixteenth lap.

Another unconventional operation!

In the slow right bend, Lu Zhizhou deliberately stepped on the accelerator half a beat earlier, letting the rear of the car gently break away from the normal trajectory. He did not resist, but instead used this subtle instability to forcefully pull the rear wheel with inertia and aerodynamics, leading to a line that broke out of his way of thinking. Incredibly, he stabilized the car and himself, hugging the curb, and used the entire apex of the bend to the fullest extent, smoothly and effortlessly leaping out.

This bend, though not particularly fast, at around 60 to 65 kilometers per hour, delivers an exquisitely elegant sense of speed, like a tango, pushing the tension of the back-and-forth to its extreme—slow, elegant, yet deadly, captivating the eye.

Racing has evolved into a kind of dance, with rhythm and cadence flowing naturally, using the body and the vehicle to interpret the melody.

Stopwatch?

It doesn't matter. At this moment, no one cares about the time recorded by the stopwatch. They are just staring intently at the screen, following the simulated race car as it speeds by, truly making driving an art, a performance, and an enjoyment.

Leclerc watched this scene silently, his temples throbbing rapidly. For a moment, he didn't know whether to say that Lu Zhizhou was highly skilled, daring, and innovative, or that he was recklessly and recklessly testing the limits of control, his route selection and hydraulic brake control completely triggering an adrenaline rush.

So, is this guy a genius, or... a complete madman?

Marchionne stood to the side, arms crossed, his furrowed brows gradually relaxing, his tone becoming subtle, "Are you sure this is a novice?"

Todd laughed. "All the evidence right now shows that this is a complete novice, utterly reckless."

Marchionne raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at Todd.

Todd shrugged slightly. The scene unfolding before him was clearly beyond his expectations. "His entry points and braking rhythm have no formula; he runs purely on instinct."

"But... it actually works?"

After speaking, Todt tilted his head, a hint of amusement and interest in his eyes. Although he had retired from racing, he had dedicated his entire life to racing, and the passion in his bones was stirring again.

Marchionne's eyes gleamed slightly, so does this mean their catfish effect strategy is working? Or perhaps even exceeding expectations?
As Todd said, whether Lu Zhizhou's trial was successful or not was not important; what was important was that Lu Zhizhou brought something fresh and unconventional, stirred up the waters, and made the young people in the academy feel the crisis. That was the key point. Their focus was always on the geniuses of the Ferrari Youth Academy.

According to this logic, Lu Zhizhou has executed the plan perfectly. Look at Montfaldini and Leclerc; everything is proceeding according to plan.

However, Todd did not respond, but instead gestured for Marchionne to continue observing, his intuition sounding the alarm once again.

He had a premonition that this young man might bring even more surprises. The outside world was completely shut out for Lu Zhizhou at this moment; he was 100% immersed in the simulator, as if he had entered a world solely of speed.

Even the effects of G-force seemed to have disappeared, and the continuous surge of adrenaline plunged him headlong into a raging torrent of speed.

From the eighteenth lap onwards, everything changed.

Everything was just like a boy who was already completely familiar with the water, taking his first plunge into the ocean. People were worried that the waves and currents might sweep him into the dark depths, but they never expected that he would swim freely like a dolphin and become one with the blue sea.

Lu Zhizhou stopped testing the waters and hesitated no longer; his race car suddenly sped up.

To be precise, it wasn't "sudden," but rather a natural progression. There were already signs all along, and now it's finally unfolding before our eyes in a stunning way—that's all.

As expected, it lived up to everyone's expectations.

"Push" is a standard term in Formula One racing, meaning to accelerate to the limit and squeeze every last drop of potential from speed.

Lu Zhizhou in front of us officially entered "propulsion mode", but it was not the kind of reckless and reckless rush. Instead, it accelerated smoothly and naturally, like water flowing into a river. Its speed poured out like mercury, and the bright engine roar was like the main theme of a symphony.

Exhilarating, magnificent, and powerful!
A pure enjoyment, from sight to sound.

The cornering angles became increasingly daring, with the tires hugging the edge of the track, like a blade slicing through paper, leaving no room for hesitation.

The braking point has a limit of lag, but it is always precisely controlled within the limit that 100% braking force can accept. The throttle response when exiting a corner is seamless, the steering wheel returns to center without any extra angle, and every slight sway of the rear end helps with steering.

The previous tentative steps, risks, and attempts have now evolved into a cohesive whole. The stumbling and intermittent feeling has disappeared, and the lap times are getting faster and faster.

All eyes were fixed on the screen. What was originally thought to be a monotonous and boring activity of scrolling through social media turned into a pure visual treat, making it impossible to look away.

Nineteen laps, twenty laps.

On the electronic screen, the time began to appear as a bright "green" indicator.

The fastest by an individual!
In Formula racing, the stopwatch doesn't lie; every lap leaves a record, which is divided into three colors.

Purple, the fastest in the entire event.

Green, the fastest for individuals.

Yellow, slower than the previous personal best.

Not only lap times, but also segments and sections, using color to clearly record each driver's progress.

Marchionne was slightly taken aback. Twenty laps?
Only twenty laps?
If this complete novice has never driven a Formula One car, or even a go-kart, and yet completes the entire process of learning, adapting, improving, and breaking through within twenty laps of a simulator, then they may be witnessing the birth of a genius.

My heart started racing, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a roar that surged over my eardrums.

original!

This is his world, just as a dolphin belongs to the ocean.

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