Speed ​​God

Chapter 152 Witnessing History
"Unbelievable. Unbelievable!"

"This is simply not a rookie. Who would believe that at this time last year, this baby driver hadn't even participated in any official Formula racing?"

"After withstanding Hamilton's sustained pressure for more than 15 laps, he displayed great composure twice, completing an unparalleled defense in a calm, wise, simple yet efficient manner. He was in no way inferior to the four-time world champion, and even had a slight edge in the details of control."

"This ability to control the overall situation and remain calm under pressure, not only considering the condition of one's own car, but also the condition of the opponent, is simply incredible."

"My God! What are we witnessing?! What's happening at Albert Park Motor Speedway?!"

What should have been a question mark was instead shouted out as an exclamation mark by Clift, whose voice was on the verge of cracking, with passion and energy burning brightly in his voice.

Everyone was looking forward to the performance of the baby driver in the season opener, but no one expected this baby driver to bring down two four-time world champions and completely disrupt the "Hamilton VS Vettel" party, much like Sun Wukong's havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

However, trouble brewed again on the track.

On lap 53, Hamilton left himself no time to catch his breath. He refused to give himself time, and also refused to give the rookie in front of him time. With the car pushed to the limit, he once again went all out in a do-or-die battle.

He was aware of the risks, of course; but at that moment, his eyes and mind were focused solely on the red light ahead, and his soaring fighting spirit unleashed its full potential.

Turn 3, Whitford, a right-angle turn. Braking late, taking the outside line, cutting into the corner from the straight, wildly testing the limits, teetering on the brink of collapse, yet revealing a resolute and determined look in his eyes.

Braking a little later, a little later still, the tail wing of car number 22 was rapidly approaching.

However, the tires, after running five extra laps, were already overloaded.

Lock it up!

Hamilton's heart sank: Gone.

Everything happened in a mere half-second. Hamilton scrambled to maintain the car's balance to avoid spinning out, while Lu Zhizhou had already leisurely and silently left the bend and sped away.

1.5 seconds, 1.8 seconds, 2.1 seconds.

In the blink of an eye—a mere blink of an eye—Lu Zhizhou seized the opportunity with unerring accuracy, instantly leaving Hamilton more than two seconds behind.

--it's over.

Toto Wolff abruptly stopped breathing, ripped off his headphones, and flung them away. He had anticipated the beginning, but not the process, much less the ending.

A thunderous cheer erupted from the Ferrari service area next door; one could easily imagine the scene of everyone raising their arms and shouting without even witnessing it firsthand.

“Ahhh! Ahhhh!”

Looking around, everyone in the Ferrari service area was standing; no one could remain seated, and all their emotions were being freely expressed.

For once, Cleary clenched his fist, all the surging energy concentrated in his palm, and the lingering tension finally relaxed.

Turning his head, Cleary saw Megise let out a long sigh of relief; clearly, they were all the same, having held their breath the entire time.

The pressure from Hamilton and Mercedes-Benz is no joke; even in the pit lane, they could feel the overwhelming pressure.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhizhou handled the situation so well, managing to force Hamilton to lock down the game twice. He was truly fearless, a young man full of courage.

Megis jokingly remarked, "If the little guy saw us like this, he probably wouldn't be able to stand up straight."

However, maintaining composure is still necessary when repairing the wall.

The race is still four laps away. This is a race car traveling at 300 kilometers per hour. Any slight deviation could ruin all the effort. If the car slips, spins, or even crashes on the last lap, it will be a complete "comedy".

Greenwood felt a slight sting in his throat, but managed to calm himself down. "I have enough fuel to finish the whole race, and I can release it freely for the last two ERS laps."

"Received." Lu Zhizhou remained focused.

From beginning to end, he was focused on himself and put himself first, and this time was no exception.

On the final lap, he stopped playing defensively and instead actively pushed into the best entry point of the corner, drawing each curve with a clean and crisp rhythm.

The steering wheel trembled slightly, and he relaxed his shoulders, as if chasing the howling wind of a summer afternoon.

Ahead lies a smooth road.

Lu Cheng stood there blankly, staring at the screen, his whole body tense to the extreme, still maintaining his posture, as if he was afraid that if he moved even slightly, he would break the curse and change the result of the race before the finish line. Even though his whole body was sore and he was drenched in sweat, he still stood straight.

Lorenzo, standing nearby, could no longer contain himself, shouting, "Champion! Champion! The continent is the champion!"

Not to mention Lorenzo, CCTV-5 and Five Star Sports broadcast room had completely gone crazy at this point, and even the two commentators on Sky Sports were no exception.

Although the competition on the track remained fierce and the suspense was not over, it no longer mattered. The live broadcast camera was firmly fixed on car number 22, following it closely into the final lap, around the track, and as it rushed towards the finish line.

Croft had already stood up, picked up the microphone, and roared at the top of his lungs, releasing all the remaining energy in his body without reservation.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing history!"

"A baby driver! A rookie who has only been in the world of Formula racing for a year and is still clueless! In his professional debut, he delivered a perfect performance, withstood the continuous pressure and attacks from four-time world champion Hamilton, controlled the rhythm with an unparalleled performance, and never lost his position after becoming the Grand Prix leader on lap 20. He is far ahead and is about to cross the finish line first."

"History is about to be born!"

"The first driver in F1 history to win a race on his professional debut, the fastest driver in F1 history to win a Grand Prix, and the youngest Grand Prix winner in F1 history!"

"Incredible!"

"When this baby driver entered the paddock, there was doubt, attacks, slander, discrimination and so on. No one believed he could do the job. However, he did it. He silenced all the negative voices and plunged the entire racing world into chaos."

"He broke Hamilton's record, he broke Verstappen's record, he dominated both Hamilton and Vettel, the two world champion drivers, and made his voice heard in a deafening manner: Hey, welcome to Lu Zhizhou's party!"

Then--

"Checkered flag!"

"Match over! Champion: Lu Zhizhou!"

"Lu Zhizhou, he did it—"

The next second, Croft's voice was completely drowned out.

Ah!
Wang Lin raised his hands high, no longer caring about anything else, and turned to look at Song Bo.

Song Bo was the same; all his thoughts and emotions were burned away by the relentless surge of adrenaline. He couldn't even see anyone; he just tightly embraced everyone he could see.

Everyone, every single person.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

After thirty laps of intense pressure and agonizing endurance, with all my muscles stretched to the limit and almost giving out, I finally crossed the finish line.

Song Bo clenched his fists, looked up to the sky, and roared, "The boss is the champion! The boss is the champion!!!"

The next second, Song Bo raised his hands.

"Lu Zhizhou! Lu Zhizhou! Lu Zhizhou!"

Once, and then again.

In the blink of an eye, the residents of the entire square erupted in cheers, their raised fists spreading out in a vast expanse, as all reason was thrown into the flames and ignited all at once.

……

"The competition is over. First place goes to Zhizhou! Number one!"

Greenwood himself didn't realize that his voice was trembling slightly, and the pressure that had been building throughout the entire arena seemed to instantly shift.

Lu Zhizhou's response came through the radio, "Hmm...not bad."

That teasing remark made Greenwood pause slightly, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

The next second, an unfamiliar voice came through the radio, "Zhizhou, this is Sergio."

"A beautiful match, unparalleled courage and performance, you are the champion! Not only the Australian Grand Prix champion, but you also showed true champion qualities in this match, you deserve all the praise."

"Brilliant. A brilliant performance."

That was Marchionne; despite his best efforts to control himself, a rare moment of loss of composure could be felt behind his slightly stiff voice—

It's a big gamble.

Marchionne was fully aware of this. Choosing a rookie like Lu Zhizhou, who had no experience in street racing, as the official driver for the Ferrari F1 team meant facing pressure not only from within Ferrari but also from the paddock, the FIA, and the sponsors.

Everyone thought he was senile and had lost his mind.

However, Marchionne still showed his iron fist and courage, withstood all the pressure, and made Lu Zhizhou wear Ferrari's red racing suit.

Today is the day Lu Zhizhou repays Marchionne.

Lu Zhizhou's voice came through the radio, "I want to say, for you, for the championship, for glory, but in fact, it's all for the prize money."

Marchionne was taken aback.

Greenwood noticed that Ariwabene's expression stiffened slightly and exclaimed inwardly: Oh no, Lu Zhizhou has messed up.

To everyone's surprise, Marchionne burst into laughter, leaving the entire repair team stunned. They had never seen Marchionne so cheerful.

Marchionne also chimed in with a joke, "It seems that being rich and powerful is indeed a good thing."

After a pause, Lu Zhizhou's voice came through the radio, "Thank you, Sergio." Only now did he finally reveal some of the youthful spirit of a rising star.

“'Baby, baby, baby, oh…' Oh, please, give me some response, don’t leave me here alone.”

Inside the repair wall, hearing the singing coming from the wireless power, he was slightly taken aback, but then Arivaben's expression relaxed, like snow bathed in sunlight.

Arrivabene could see Marchionne's gaze as soon as he looked up, but Marchionne didn't say anything. He just smiled at Arrivabene, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident, and then turned and left.

As Arrivabene followed Marchionne's departing figure, he could clearly see the surging red expanse in the Ferrari service area.

Amidst the commotion, a red wave surged forth, all rushing towards the podium area, eagerly awaiting the return of the race cars after their cooling-off laps.

Finally, the number 22 show came into view.

The crowd began to stir uncontrollably. Not only the staff, but also the spectators were leaving their seats and rushing toward this place in a mighty wave. Those vibrant and excited figures transformed into rolling waves of heat as they gathered.

Whether they were professionals or amateurs, had they ever witnessed such a miracle?

Winning his professional debut was already incredible; no one had ever done it in the more than half-century history of F1. But what was even more unbelievable was that a complete novice had pulled off this miracle. The shock and impact of such a feat were doubled, and I could no longer contain myself.

Moreover, this was not a simple victory. Lu Zhizhou's unparalleled performance in suppressing Vettel and holding off Hamilton was truly remarkable.

Perhaps they could not create history, but they became witnesses to it.

Amidst the bustling gazes, Lu Zhizhou emerged from the cockpit, braced himself with his hands on the HALO system, and leaped onto the front wing of the race car.

Clench your fists and raise your arms in a shout.

"what!"

One moment. Then, he let out a wanton outburst, roaring to the sky as if standing on the top of the world.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

In an instant, you could see fists flying into the sky, shouting with the most passionate blood, as if they themselves had just made history.

In the crowd, Lorenzo could no longer contain his joy and excitement, and shouted excitedly, "Lu Zhizhou!"

Cleary paused for a moment, looked around, a smile appearing in his eyes, and shouted along, "Lu Zhizhou!"

Meikiel was clearly not prepared for this, and shook her head with a hint of helplessness, "Lu Zhizhou!"

Then, one sentence after another, one sound after another, spread out continuously.

The audience, who had been rushing in one after another, finally couldn't contain themselves, especially the Chinese.

It's already incredibly rare to see familiar and friendly faces in the paddock; they all know this is Ricardo's home ground.

But now, in a surprise, a miracle, they have witnessed glory at the Albert Park circuit.

The boos, ridicule, and attacks of the past have all vanished, leaving only cheers, with the same voice echoing under the blue sky.

"Lu Zhizhou!"

Finally, Lu Zhizhou jumped down, and he could see a vast expanse of red in his field of vision. He spread his arms and ran towards Megis and the others.

Sprint, leap, and take off into the air.

Lu Zhizhou leaped into the crowd as if he were at a concert, handing his body over to his teammates and celebrating this hard-won victory with everyone.

Hands patted Lu Zhizhou's shoulders, back, and head, each person sharing the glory and happiness of the moment in their own way.

Until——

"dad!"

Lu Zhizhou found Lu Cheng in the crowd.

Lu Cheng, who is usually not good at expressing his feelings and always likes to use jokes to cover up his emotions, is now quietly looking at his son in front of him. He gently pats Lu Zhizhou's helmet, then pulls Lu Zhizhou into his arms, and keeps repeating the same thing.

"well done."

It all boils down to the same sentence over and over again.

Lu Zhizhou knew that there was too much complexity and turmoil hidden in those words, and he hugged Lu Cheng tightly, saying, "Dad, this is just the beginning."

The celebration was only temporary. Lu Cheng knew there would be a series of tedious procedures after the game, so he didn't want to delay his son any longer. He patted his shoulder and gently pushed Lu Zhizhou.

At this moment, Lu Zhizhou's turbulent emotions finally calmed down. He took off his helmet and could see Brendel and the Sky TV live broadcast team waiting for him diagonally in front of him.

In stark contrast, the Netflix filming crew was also present, their camera lenses looking somewhat lost and bewildered, unsure of what to do. They realized they had seemingly missed out on a fortune.

This isn't a press conference, just a brief post-match interview. The questions are usually fairly standard and don't delve too deeply.

Brendel immediately asked for his thoughts, and Lu Zhizhou grinned, "This feeling isn't unfamiliar." A normal question, a normal answer, but Brendel couldn't help but pause in surprise—

From GP3 to F1, Lu Zhizhou has maintained a perfect record in the races so far. In other words, no one in the world of Formula racing can beat Lu Zhizhou in the races.

But... this is F1, and it's completely different from GP3, okay?
For a moment, Brendel was at a loss for words. Was this really Versailles?
……

James Guy Reese, producer at All-Around Pictures, is in charge of the production of the Netflix and F1 collaboration documentary reality show.

He had no reason to be absent from the opening match.

Riess was not surprised by the result of the match. "Ferrari vs. Mercedes" should still be the main theme of the season. When they refused to cooperate, Riess had already prepared an alternative plan, focusing on the survival philosophy of those chasing in the paddock, with Red Bull and Haas as the main characters.

Therefore, Ferrari had already calculated the possibility of winning the opening race, so there was no need to panic.

However... the champion was actually Lu Zhizhou?
Reese admitted that they were caught off guard by the attack.

Standing in the VIP lounge, Rhys quietly watched the scene outside. Lu Zhizhou and Brendel chatted and laughed, still handling their first live interview with ease.

"Lu Zhizhou!"

Just as Lu Zhizhou was about to leave, a heart-wrenching shout came from the crowd. The words were clear and distinct, and it was obvious that they came from the Chinese mainland.

Lu Zhizhou stopped and turned to look. His smile instantly blossomed. He had just raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist when the entire place erupted in cheers. The atmosphere, which had just subsided, inexplicably surged back to its peak, igniting the entire Albert Park.

This scene, witnessed by Rhys, stirred a surge of emotion within him.

Superstar aura!

The paddock is never short of handsome men. F1 is even jokingly referred to as a race where a group of handsome models sit in the driver's seat and pose. They always rely on a group of handsome men to generate traffic, attracting even those who have no interest in racing to join in, making them no different from models.

Clearly, Lu Zhizhou was the same.

But at this moment, Rhys realized that true handsomeness is not about a handsome and gentle appearance, but about a kind of temperament that emanates from within, a free and unrestrained attitude, a dashing and unruly aura, and the unbridled joy of roaming freely in the world.

He stood there, drenched in sweat, exhausted, and disheveled, as if he had just been pulled from the water, his hair hanging down in disarray; but no one could take their eyes off his smile, and one or two couldn't help but clench their fists and cheer along with him.

He showed no pride or arrogance whatsoever, only a joy that emanated from his very bones.

He commanded the entire paddock, but he himself was content simply by pursuing speed and pushing the limits.

A halo, always there.

If it's just an opening match victory, it's not worth mentioning. Even if Lu Zhizhou sets a series of records, in Ries's view, there's a long way to go. The road from a regional champion to a world champion and then to a superstar is long and arduous. There's no need for them to make a fuss over a single victory.

But things are different now.

This kind of temperament is absolutely unique in the hunting grounds; it cannot be imprisoned, bound, or tamed, yet it illuminates the entire sky like lightning.

It was at this moment that Rhys regretted it.

It's not that Netflix missed out on Ferrari and Mercedes-Benz, but rather that Netflix missed out on Lu Zhizhou; they may have missed out on a superstar.

More than one hundred million.

Clearly, Lu Zhizhou hadn't noticed Rhys; after the match ended, the whole world was spinning around him, and he was overwhelmed with thoughts.

Leclerc went to weigh in after the match and excitedly ran over to congratulate him, as if he himself had won his first professional victory.

Then they headed to the rest area, where one after another, faces of celebration and congratulations appeared, while Stoll and Alonso, who passed by with cold expressions, stood out.

When Lu Zhizhou arrived at the cooling room to wait for the awards ceremony, his head was a complete mess, his knees were like noodles, and he could barely stand.

My internal organs were churning, my stomach felt like it was on fire, I kept drinking water but still felt thirsty, and I felt completely drained.

F1 is indeed different. After the adrenaline subsides, the tingling and soreness throughout the body only lasts for a short time before you fall into a hollow numbness. It's not just empty, but also powerless. You don't even have the strength to think. Your brain completely stops functioning and disappears into nothingness.

Now Lu Zhizhou finally understands what it feels like to use up all one's primordial power.

During the competition, I was completely focused and didn't feel anything; only after the competition ended did all that pressure and tension gradually release.

So much so that when Lu Zhizhou saw Vettel's expressionless face in the cooling room, he slurred his words, "Sebastian, a wonderful match."

Clearly, Vettel was not satisfied.

The cooling room is where the top three finishers rest and wait. In today's race, Vettel was ultimately unable to overtake Hamilton and crossed the finish line third.

Vettel gave a polite smile. "For you, it was indeed a perfect match, everything was just right, it couldn't be more perfect."

But the unspoken implication was that there was nothing to celebrate for him, having lost not only to Hamilton but also to Lu Zhizhou.

How could this be!

In 21 races last season, Vettel only lost three races in the competition within the Ferrari team, one of which was when both Vettel and Raikkonen failed to finish; in other words, he only lost twice on the track, which is why he is very stable in his position as Ferrari's number one driver.

However, in the first game of the new season, Vettel actually lost in an intra-team matchup, and to a rookie no less?

Damn it!

Vitter didn't mean anything by it against Lu Zhizhou; he just didn't want to socialize. Coincidentally, Lu Zhizhou, exhausted, also didn't have the energy for conversation.

Vettel couldn't believe his eyes. The kid was just sitting there blankly, completely uninterested in small talk or trying to ease the tension.

When Hamilton entered, this was the scene he saw: Vettel sat sulking with his arms crossed, not even lifting his eyes; while Lu Zhizhou sat beside him drinking water, looking rather disheveled.

Hamilton greeted him, "Lu, great game."

Lu Zhizhou raised his head, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and pushed his hair back. "A wonderful contest. We can't relax until the very last moment."

Hamilton raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile playing on his lips. "Can we relax now?"

Lu Zhizhou was taken aback.

Hamilton: "The season has only just begun."

Hamilton gave Lu Zhizhou a deep look, his eyes clearly saying, "You won't have good luck next time."

The air instantly tensed up.

Lu Zhizhou was about to respond, but his brain was tired and his reaction was slow. This time, Hamilton beat him to it, "Where's your helmet? We should bring it in and put it away properly, like a trophy."

Lu Zhizhou's thoughts were led astray. Clearly, he was completely unaware of this matter, and no one had reminded him amidst his busyness. He actually started to seriously recall, "Where is my helmet?"

Hamilton prompted, "Is it at the weighing area?"

It seems Hamilton noticed Lu Zhizhou's helmet, but he didn't offer to help.

Though slow to react, Lu Zhizhou still sensed the unseen danger. A smile crept onto his lips. "It's alright, I won't forget next time. Practice makes perfect."

The season is so long, this won't be Lu Zhizhou's only time on the podium, and he's ready to face all potential challenges.

Let the storm rage on!

……

"Rise up, you who do not want to be slaves..."

Thump, thump.

Lu Zhizhou placed his right hand on his chest, where he could clearly feel the steady and powerful beating of his heart. A surge of emotion, difficult to describe in words, was burning fiercely within him.

Everything seemed the same, just another game, another victory, but something was quietly starting to change. In the field of vision, one could see the bright red Ferrari and the vibrant five-star red flag intertwined, and a surge of passion instantly rushed to the chest. The frenzy and ferocity propelled the heart to beat faster and faster.

Without thinking, I straightened my back and sang at the top of my lungs—

Listen, in the gentle breeze you can hear the magnificent and resounding singing of the surging crowd in front of the podium, a sense of pride filling your entire chest.

Then, amidst the rousing melody, the song ended, leaving Lu Zhizhou somewhat bewildered. So, what's next?

In GP3, Lu Zhizhou was already very familiar with the award ceremony process; but in the world of F1, everything was unfamiliar. What should he do next?
"Champagne!" Ariwabene's voice came from the side, reminding Lu Zhizhou.

Holding the Australian Grand Prix championship trophy, Lu Zhizhou looked down at the champagne placed in front of his toes and awkwardly picked up the champagne.

But how should champagne be opened?

Before Lu Zhizhou could figure it out, his two bodyguards, Hamilton and Vettel, exchanged a glance, opened their champagne bottles, and aimed at Lu Zhizhou.

Fire!
Lu Zhizhou was instantly soaked to the bone, completely disoriented amidst the champagne spray that was like a jet gun, but at the crucial moment, he managed to stand firm.

He turned sideways, his back to Hamilton, to block the attack, while setting down the trophy and attempting to pop the champagne to retaliate against Vettel.

but--

Why can't I open the champagne?

Lu Zhizhou stood there, utterly dejected. The moment he looked up, his eyes were blank. Hamilton and Vettel seized the opportunity and concentrated their fire on Lu Zhizhou.

Since there was no way to avoid it, he might as well enjoy it to the fullest. Lu Zhizhou spread his hands, closed his eyes, and calmly bathed in the champagne bath.

The audience in front of the awards stage witnessed this scene and burst into laughter.

Without needing any prompting, Lu Zhizhou's naivety and inexperience were on full display, a stark contrast to his calm and experienced performance on the track. Only now did it dawn on me that the young man standing on the highest podium, despite having made countless historical achievements, was still a complete newcomer, no wonder he was known as the "baby racer."

"baby!"

A shout came from the crowd, and without pause, the shouts spread out in a mighty wave, quickly turning into a sea of ​​shouts.

However, this time it was different from Silverstone; the same name, but a different meaning.

If people still treat babies as real babies, then the "Miracle in Melbourne" might be happening in different cities around the world.

The term "baby" is not only a nickname but also a compliment, as if it were the embodiment of a miracle.

"baby!"

Again and again, the sound echoed over Albert Park for a long time, marking the end of the 2018 F1 season opener.

Lu Zhizhou won the championship, while Hamilton and Vettel stood side by side on the podium.

"Homegrown hope" Ricardo surged forward relentlessly, ultimately finishing fourth, just one step away from the podium and failing to make history for Australia.

Meanwhile, Red Bull's other driver, Verstappen, started fourth on the grid but lost his position due to his impatience, and had to fight his way back to finish sixth.

Ferrari, Mercedes-Benz, and Red Bull all displayed formidable competitiveness in the season opener, which is unsurprising given the winter testing already revealed their strengths. The real surprise, however, comes from...

McLaren.

McLaren's poor performance in qualifying was a major disappointment, and many thought their surprise in the winter test was just a dud. However, they were completely surprised when McLaren showed their dominance in the long-distance race, with Alonso finishing fifth in an outstanding performance.

Their other driver, Stoffel Vandoorne, broke into the top ten, finishing ninth and earning two invaluable points.

Among the rookie drivers, Leclerc proved himself, showing his long-run potential in the race despite a disappointing qualifying performance.

Ultimately, he finished thirteenth, beating Williams' Stroll, and was just behind two Force India cars, unfortunately missing out on points.

Like GP3, F1 also awards points to the top ten finishers in the race. Every point is crucial for the teams, as it represents real money. Precisely because of this, people lamented Leclerc's missed opportunity to score points while marveling at Lu Zhizhou's victory.

Even before the post-race trivia of the Australian Grand Prix had fully subsided, major media outlets worldwide were already buzzing with excitement, and the motorsport world was experiencing a massive uproar.

"A new king ascends the throne? The youngest F1 Grand Prix champion is born!"

"Speed ​​from the East—Lu Zhizhou challenges the defending champion and wins!"

"Baby stroller disrupts party featuring two four-time world champions, taking the top spot!"

"Witness history! Lu Zhizhou breaks a 67-year-old record."

"A new season, a new look—or perhaps a new storm, F1 is ushering in a new era!"

Front page. Headline. Breaking news. Exclusive. Covertly.

It wasn't just the media; netizens, like parched land receiving rain, went wild. They had been waiting for someone in the paddock to step up and defeat Mercedes-Benz.

Anyone! They no longer want to see Mercedes continue its winning streak; they need suspense, they crave competition.

Now, finally someone has appeared, and even more so, as a dark horse, emerging out of nowhere. Wild, rough, unruly, and violent, they possess a primal vitality, no longer the well-behaved greenhouse flower produced by the Formula One racing training system, but radiating wild life force from head to toe.

Like a gust of wind, it surged into the hunting grounds.

The hashtag #LuZhizhouWinsTheChampionship# surged to the top of the global trending topics, instantly triggering a massive surge of traffic on both Chinese and English social media platforms.

#BabyCartDriver# followed closely behind, and what was once ridicule and joke has now evolved into a synonym for miracle, becoming Lu Zhizhou's nickname in a grand manner.

They've gone mad, they've all gone completely insane.

From a complete novice to a Ferrari driver and then to a Grand Prix champion, this meteoric rise has broken through all constraints and rules with overwhelming force, instantly unleashing its power. Even casual observers who know nothing about F1 can attest to the incredible nature of this leap, let alone seasoned F1 fans.

Even the word "miracle" is insufficient to express the shock and impact, to the point that one might even doubt whether it was an April Fool's joke.

After all, there are only six days left until April Fool's Day after the Melbourne event ends.

But as an April Fool's joke, it's really too funny, so absurd and ridiculous that no one cares to pay attention to it, and it really makes people lose their minds.

So, it was all true?
No one can stay rational.

Especially in China, F1 rose to the top overnight, standing at the forefront of attention and receiving unprecedented and unbelievable attention. Motorsports have never been so popular.

Amidst the irrational, explosive frenzy, doubts and criticisms began to emerge almost indiscriminately.

"Luck. Pure luck. If Has hadn't stumbled twice in the same ditch, and if the safety car hadn't been deployed, none of this would have happened."

It wasn't until the trolls appeared that people were finally able to confirm that Lu Zhizhou had become a sensation.

(End of this chapter)