Speed ​​God

Chapter 157 Home Field Treatment
They looked at each other, completely bewildered.

F1 isn't like football or basketball. Every summer, when top teams like Real Madrid, Barcelona, ​​and Manchester United come to Asia for commercial tours, the airports are indeed packed with people. Passionate fans express their love for those superstars with all their might, creating a spectacular sight.

But F1?

To be honest, the excitement of F1 is mainly concentrated in the paddock, where passionate fans gather to compete with the roar of the engines with their lung-bursting enthusiasm; outside the paddock, you can rarely feel the kind of frenzy that is seen everywhere in basketball or football, and it is not even common at airports.

So, what's the current situation?
All eyes turned to... Nico Hulkenberg.

The German driver looked completely innocent. "Why are you looking at me? I don't know anything. This is Zhizhou's territory. You should ask him."

Hulkenberg looked left and right, and only then did he realize that Hulkenberg was a veteran, having joined F1 in 2009, and this year marked his tenth year in the paddock.

In fact, Hulkenberg holds a record for the most times he has not reached the podium, and he is still chasing his first podium finish.

Looking at the flock of chicks crying for food in front of him, Hulkenberg sighed in frustration, muttered a complaint in German, and then took a deep breath to regain his composure.

"No, I haven't experienced it. I think it shouldn't be a big problem. Even if Lewis arrived in Shanghai, the situation would be manageable."

"So instead of waiting for the vehicles to detour into the VIP parking lot, let them wait outside while we go out as planned."

Hulkenberg shrugged. "Hey, perfect, you can say hello to your fans."

Since the veteran has said so, there shouldn't be any problems. Let's just leave it at that.

The group chatted and laughed as they made their way to the arrival hall. The young people were excited about the fans who would be welcoming them, and their steps became lighter.

They pushed and shoved each other, and complained about each other.

However, the playful banter froze the moment the automatic doors opened at the exit; smiles lingered on their lips, forgetting to continue their upward curve—

Vast and boundless, densely packed, a dark, imposing mass, stretching as far as the eye could see. For a fleeting moment, it looked like a dark cloud gathering, obscuring the sun.

The automatic door slowly closed again, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment before finally turning their attention to Hulkenberg.

Hulkenberg himself was in no better shape. He opened his mouth, speechless, and noticed the burning gazes that were gathering around him. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

"What's going on outside?" Hulkenberg swallowed hard.

Gasly shoved Hulkenberg on the shoulder. "You're asking us again? Didn't you say it was fine, that even Lewis wouldn't have a problem?"

Hulkenberg waved his hands repeatedly, looking completely innocent, but he didn't know what to do. In the end, he could only look at Lu Zhizhou.

This stumped Lu Zhizhou. He thought for a moment, then flashed a set of pearly white teeth and asked, "Welcome to China?"

After all, that's a typical scene with Chinese characteristics—

Crowds filled the field of vision.

Leclerc shook his head seriously. "This isn't funny. What do we do now?"

Perhaps the calmest and most composed person here is Lu Zhizhou. Even Hulkenberg keeps blinking. "Let's stick to the original plan. A frontal breakthrough."

"Trust me, they won't eat you."

Having said that, Lu Zhizhou took the lead and moved forward resolutely.

Leclerc was the first to follow, closely trailing Lu Zhizhou, his hands gripping the luggage cart tightly as if it were some kind of armor-piercing tank.

Then, the automatic exit doors opened again, and the fans who had been waiting outside were greeted by Lu Zhizhou and Leclerc appearing one after the other. After a brief moment of surprise, they finally realized that what they had just seen was not an illusion, and their emotions erupted instantly.

Ahhhhh!
Overwhelming, all-encompassing.

The scene unfolded before Lu Zhizhou's eyes—

The bustling crowd completely filled the field of vision, blocking the view and making it impossible to look back. So the end of the sea of ​​people could not be seen. The crowded mass of people rushed towards us, and the rolling heat wave spread through the air, igniting a fire in our blood through our pores.

Lu Zhizhou was certain that the scene before him was incomparable to the Spring Festival travel rush. Nevertheless, standing in front of the sea of ​​people, he could still feel its grandeur and magnificence.

Flags, banners, and light boards fluttered above the crowd, filling not only the horizontal view but also the vertical view.

The shock pierced through the armor and struck directly at the soul, causing one to involuntarily stop in their tracks.

Now, Lu Zhizhou finally understood what the flight attendant meant.

On social media, negative voices may seem ferocious and cruel; but in real life, things are different. The support and cheers are real, and may even far exceed expectations.

From virtual to reality, from traffic to crowds, everything happened too fast and too intensely, to the point that it felt unreal.

Just moments ago, Lu Zhizhou was overjoyed to have met his first fan outside the paddock, but now he was engulfed in an endless wave of heat. Lu Zhizhou, who usually displays composure and wisdom beyond his years, was unusually bewildered and unprepared for such treatment.

Hulkenberg stared at the scene before him, speechless. Even Hamilton in England hadn't received such treatment... had he?

Gasly poked his head out from behind, grinned, waved to the crowd, and his eyes gleamed with eager anticipation.

Ah! Ahh ...

The shouts and screams erupted with astonishing energy, and the crowd could be clearly seen boiling up like bubbling lava.

Gasly's smile widened. He stood up straight and waved vigorously, only to see Lu Zhizhou and Leclerc already walking along the bend in the exit passage's railing, while the crowd swayed in the wind like waves in the wheat fields, bursting with astonishing energy.

Gasly slumped his shoulders and spread his hands in frustration, while Hulkenberg, who was standing nearby, was overjoyed and pulled Gasly to catch up quickly so as not to fall behind.

"Zhizhou!"

"Lu Zhizhou, I love you so much! Ahhhhhh!"

The shouts rose higher and higher, finally breaking through the limit and exploding into a rolling heat wave, the broken syllables playing out in a grand symphony.

Furthermore, the moment Lu Zhizhou left the fence, the heatwave reached its peak. He could clearly see the waves surging in from all directions, constantly crashing against him. It wasn't just his sight and hearing; all five senses were blocked by the heatwave. The air was thick with humidity, as if dragging him into a chaotic space where the summer heat was boiling.

It was all like a torrential summer rainstorm. Without warning, a huge hole appeared in the sky, and all the energy poured down, instantly swallowing the world.

From Melbourne to Bahrain, from the streets to the paddock, Lu Zhizhou streaked across the sky like a shooting star in a short time, igniting a frenzy across the Chinese mainland. Just then, F1 arrived in Shanghai, returning to its home ground. Coupled with deliberate official promotion, the frenzy exploded.

Welcome to Lu Zhizhou's home turf!

……

"Wow, what the hell!"

"This is so exciting!"

"What is this... wow... what is this?"

Chaos, jolting, dizziness, and a complete mental fog—I burst out of the bustling, surging crowd and scrambled into the vehicle prepared for the F1 Shanghai Grand Prix.

They were disheveled and panting, still shaken by what they had never seen before.

Leclerc only then came to his senses slightly, "Where is Zhizhou?"

"Oh no! We've lost Zhizhou!"

Gasly, for some reason, was curled up in the car roof with his feet pointing upwards in a strange position. "There's no time. Let's just leave now."

Leclerc looked over speechlessly: I never expected you to be like this, Gasley.

Just then, a figure, half-curled up like a hedgehog, rolled forward and entered the carriage, saying, "Thank you, thank you."

He frantically slammed the car door shut, finally keeping the surging crowd at bay. Turning around, he looked at everyone, breathless—

It was Lu Zhizhou!
Hulkenberg looked around. "Oh, we got on the wrong bus! Why is everyone crammed into one bus when there are empty cars behind us!"

The crowd was so dense and visibility was so poor that there was no time to figure out which way to go. They just kept moving forward blindly, and then they were all squeezed together.

Lu Zhizhou was about to speak when he was interrupted.

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!
The frantic banging outside pierced through the controls and slammed into my spine, causing the entire vehicle to sway from side to side, like a zombie apocalypse.

There was no time to lose, so Lu Zhizhou quickly patted the driver on the shoulder, "Let's go."

make a prompt decision!

As the car pulled away from its parking space, the three empty taxis behind it followed suit, speeding away from the airport. Looking back, one could see a vast, surging crowd behind them. After leaving the arrival hall's indoor space, the surging crowd spread out, covering every corner of the road—

Even more shocking, it was only then that I realized how many people had been crammed inside. If I wasn't careful, I would have entered a parallel universe of "the walking dead".

One by one, they were still shaken, and then all their eyes were focused on Lu Zhizhou.

Hulkenberg swallowed hard. "What... what's going on?"

Lu Zhizhou looked completely innocent, spreading his hands. "I don't know either." He paused, his disheveled appearance far surpassing that of the others. "Could it be that some popular celebrity landed at the same time as us?"

This is the only reasonable explanation.

Gasly continued his performance art, asking, "Celebrities? Why would anyone want to come to the airport to greet them?"

Lu Zhizhou: "Pierre, you've stumped me."

Only then did they finally have a chance to look at each other, and seeing their increasingly disheveled appearances, they could no longer hold back and burst into laughter.

Not just them—

The hashtag #LuZhizhouAirportPickup# quickly rose to the top ten of the trending topics list in less than twenty minutes.

Not only that, but hashtags such as #LuZhizhouAirportFashion#, #LuZhizhouFirstHomeGame#, #WitnessLuZhizhouMakingHistory#, and #FerrariNo.22# also made it into the top 20 of the trending topics list, and the entire social network was in an uproar and full of enthusiasm because of Lu Zhizhou's landing.

This is something that neither F1 nor Ferrari probably anticipated.

Before the start of the new season, Lu Zhizhou, as the first Chinese driver to step onto the F1 track in history, and representing Ferrari, has been the subject of a massive promotional campaign. They all anticipate that the 2018 season will be the best opportunity for the Chinese market and even the Asian market.

Everything is in the plan.

However, Lu Zhizhou's performance far exceeded expectations. When he made history in Melbourne and Bahrain, every step he took was a testament to history, while the promotional efforts of F1 and Ferrari couldn't keep up.

With perfect timing, favorable location, and harmonious relationships, and with the third stop of the season in Shanghai, Lu Zhizhou returned home in triumph, ranking high on the season's driver points leaderboard.

The heatwave ignited instantly.

The advertisements for Lu Zhizhou and F1 are everywhere, not only online but also offline, permeating every aspect of life.

The green light turned red, and Song Bo braked, controlling his pace. The bus passed by, and Lu Zhizhou, wearing a red Ferrari racing suit and holding a helmet, stood beside the bus, his sunny smile seemingly greeting Song Bo face to face.

Song Bo was also completely bewildered, feeling no sense of reality whatsoever. Although the new season had been underway for three weeks and they had been discussing Lu Zhizhou's performance on social media, seeing Lu Zhizhou in a Ferrari racing suit in real life felt completely different.

"Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

It took Song Bo a beat to react before he rushed across the pedestrian crossing and sprinted towards the school, panting as he burst into the classroom.

The morning reading session was incredibly noisy.

"Did you guys see the airport trending topics? It's insane!"

"Even my dad asked me if that Lu Zhizhou was the Lu Zhizhou in our class, because my dad never watches sports!"

"To be honest, I still can't believe that's Lu Zhizhou from our class!"

In every nook and cranny, whether in amazement or discussion, everything revolved around Lu Zhizhou. As soon as Song Bo entered, their gazes surged toward him.

"Doctor, I still can't believe it. Is Lu Zhizhou, our classmate Lu Zhizhou, really going to appear on the Shanghai International Circuit in a Ferrari racing suit?"

In an instant, the air fell silent, but the eyes of the adolescent boys and girls naturally overflowed with surging vitality, enveloping Song Bo with a burning and boiling passion.

Song Bo nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "Yes, this weekend."

With a whoosh, the entire classroom burst into flames.

Just a year ago, they were still complaining about this. Nobody believed in the Ferrari Youth Academy and thought Lu Zhizhou had gotten into trouble.

but now?
It’s like a lifetime ago!

Song Bo himself was also very excited, his heart was pounding, and he continued to say loudly, "From Bahrain to Shanghai, time is too tight, and the boss doesn't have time to come back, but he told me that there is a VIP invitation on Friday, and he can invite some friends to visit Weichang."

boom!
Before Song Bo could finish speaking, the classroom was engulfed in a storm as everyone frantically raised their hands and rushed forward.

The scene was just like the Black Friday sales frenzy.

Song Bo was completely terrified. He hunched his shoulders and shouted, "It's Friday! Friday! We need to ask for leave, and we also need our parents' permission. Let's see who's willing to go with me."

After shouting those words, Song Bo squatted down, shrinking into the encirclement, and then sneaked out from under the crowd, making a perfect escape.

Wang Lin was a little nervous. He wanted to go; every cell in his body was screaming, "I want to go!"

But he didn't dare. Perhaps others had forgotten, but he hadn't. Back then, he was the first to lead the criticism and ridicule of Lu Zhizhou, simply refusing to believe that the guy could get into the Ferrari youth academy. He just couldn't stand the guy, and even up to the Melbourne race, he still used all his strength to refuse to believe reality.

But what about now?
He dared not say it, but he was genuinely happy for Lu Zhizhou, cheering and jumping for joy with him, as if chasing the sun, exhilarated and burning with unbridled passion.

What qualifications does he have to be invited to the hunting grounds as a special guest?
Wang Lin didn't dare to look up, but out of the corner of her eye she could see Song Bo walking diagonally across from her. "Class monitor, Friday, do you want to come along?"

Li Miaomiao was a little dazed; everything had happened too fast.

One second, Lu Zhizhou was still Lu Zhizhou, their classmate, an annoying guy who did nothing but study for three days and rest for two, yet still managed to ace exams. She knew he was a bad role model who wasn't worth being friends with, but she couldn't help but defend him, secretly wondering what he did every now and then when he skipped class, and imagining how colorful and vibrant the world was through his eyes.

The next second, Lu Zhizhou's face filled every corner, as if the whole world was spinning wildly around him.

The world was spinning, I was dizzy and had no time to process my thoughts.

"Monitor?"

Finally, Li Miaomiao's thoughts returned to the ground. She looked up abruptly and saw Song Bo's face. She composed herself, pretended to be calm, and looked back.

Song Bo repeated his question, "Friday, at the racetrack, do you want to come?"

"Okay." Li Miaomiao was startled when she heard her own voice and rushed out first, her cheeks flushing instantly.

Song Bo grinned. "Back when the boss was in youth training, nobody believed in him. It was thanks to the squad leader maintaining discipline and keeping everyone quiet that everyone started to talk. From that moment on, the squad leader believed in the boss, right?"

Li Miaomiao was taken aback, but still honestly shook her head, "No, I also think that's too outrageous. I just think that Lu Zhizhou isn't the type to talk nonsense. He either says it or he doesn't. Maybe I can't understand it, but perhaps he sees a world beyond textbooks."

“Yes, that’s it.” Song Bo suddenly raised his voice, startling Li Miaomiao. “The boss said that there is a world of infinite possibilities beyond textbooks, and he wants to challenge it.”

Li Miaomiao was somewhat dazed.

Song Bo didn't notice, "Class monitor, see you on Friday then, haha."

Behind him, Wang Lin kept secretly eavesdropping, a mixture of envy and frustration churning in his chest—it all boiled down to one word:

regret.

Wang Lin was filled with regret. Why was he so foolish back then? Why couldn't he stand Lu Zhizhou? Look at the class monitor; the opportunity would have come to him then.

With his eyes closed, Wang Lin felt like his internal organs were burning; he just wanted some peace and quiet.

"Do you want to come along?" A voice came from directly in front of him. Wang Lin was startled and suddenly opened his eyes. Then he saw Song Bo standing next to the desk.

Wang Lin looked left and right, his face instantly turning red. He wanted to just agree, grasping at this straw, not caring about anything else.

But he managed to control himself. "Why? I... have always..." The words rolled on his tongue, but he was too embarrassed to say them out loud.

Song Bo said bluntly, "You've never trusted the boss, you've always questioned the boss, haven't you?"

Wang Lin was so nervous that he couldn't make a sound.

Song Bo waved his hand, "The boss never took it to heart. He said that those doubts and challenges are always the driving force for progress, and he is not afraid of any provocation."

"Besides, you've realized your mistake, haven't you? You've been wholeheartedly supporting the leader and witnessing him face any storm."

“The boss always says he needs more haters because all the former haters have turned into fans.” After saying that, Song Bo looked at Wang Lin with a big smile.

Wang Lin stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded. He clearly hadn't expected that the world was like this in Lu Zhizhou's eyes. Indeed, geniuses are different from ordinary people.

Song Bo's lips curled into a smile. "So, Friday, wanna come together?"

Wang Lin stood up abruptly and nodded vigorously, "Yes! Of course!" He nodded repeatedly, as if afraid that Song Bo had not received the message, his neck almost falling off.

Then, Wang Lin suddenly raised his hands high, overjoyed, "I'm going to see the boss!"

Song Bo looked disgusted and quietly distanced himself, pretending not to know him. He hoped he wouldn't regret bringing this guy along. He should have realized long ago that Wang Lin was just that loud and boisterous. If he continued like this in the hunting grounds, he would only embarrass the boss.

As it turns out, Song Bo's worries were unnecessary.

It wasn't because Wang Lin had controlled himself—he was still incredibly excited and had started howling and shouting like a banshee before even reaching the Shanghai International Circuit—but because there were so many lunatics like Wang Lin that his level of excitement was easily overlooked in the vast crowd.

Crowds of people!

Despite Friday being a free practice session, lacking the tension and excitement of qualifying and the dazzling spectacle of the main race, the sheer number of people still far exceeded expectations!

From the air, the Shanghai International Circuit resembles a giant Chinese character "上" (shàng), with its horizontal and vertical strokes bold and vigorous.

This is no coincidence—

This track was specially designed for Shanghai by track designer Hermann Tilke, who designed tracks for Bahrain and Shanghai around 2004.

Since 2004, the Shanghai International Circuit has become the most representative F1 race in Asia. It witnessed Schumacher's last race win in his professional career in 2006, and Hamilton's first World Drivers' Championship in 2008, both of which have been recorded in history.

Unlike the cramped conditions of street circuits, this circuit boasts world-class modern grandstands and facilities; and unlike the winding and meandering tracks of established European circuits, the Shanghai International Circuit is more like an Eastern enigma, with simple lines yet concealing deadly dangers.

The most iconic area of ​​the Shanghai International Circuit is Turn 1, a complex corner that becomes a "death vortex" after the starting straight. It plunges at high speed, with the radius tightening as it goes, like a giant dragon wreaking havoc. It pushes the braking point and entry angle to the extreme. More importantly, there are different combinations of racing lines here, which are a severe test of the driver's skills and offensive and defensive capabilities.

The combination of turns 11, 1.2, and 13 is a spiral-shaped widening curve, with the radius increasing from 8.8 meters to 120 meters. It then connects to the longest straight on the entire track, 1.2 kilometers long. The cars accelerate at full throttle and rush towards the hairpin turn at the end of the straight, which will determine their fate.

Without a doubt, this is a track full of tests and challenges. Compared to the Bahrain circuit, it is a typical technical track. Although there are slightly more low- and medium-speed corners than high-speed corners, the low- and medium-speed corners are mainly technical corners that test the drivers, while the high-speed corners are the real challenge.

The high-speed corners of the Shanghai International Circuit pose a severe challenge to aerodynamic balance, requiring a delicate balance between downforce and speed.

This is precisely why the racing advantage will be slightly amplified here. For the past four years, Mercedes-Benz has won the championship consecutively, leaving no chance for others. To date, Hamilton has won the championship a total of five times, representing McLaren and Mercedes-Benz respectively, and is known as the King of Shanghai.

Therefore, Hamilton truly has an unimaginable fan base here.

However, everything changed subtly this season—

Lu Zhizhou has emerged out of nowhere, and he is about to usher in his first home Grand Prix in his professional career. Every step this young driver takes is making history.

With everyone watching, a tidal wave of anticipation and pressure converged on every meter of the track and every inch of asphalt. The fierce competition between supporters of "Lu Zhizhou VS Hamilton" ignited the air early on, with a wave of heat sweeping across the entire area. Even before the race started, the tension had already spread far and wide.

“Lewis, it’s 100% Lewis. Ferrari has no chance here!”

"Lu Zhizhou's hat trick! I'll bet my entire fortune!"

"Lu Zhizhou! Champion!"

"Lewis! Invincible!"

"Mercedes-Benz, of course it's Mercedes-Benz, without a doubt!"

Song Bo thought he was mentally prepared, and after witnessing the explosive surge of traffic on social networks, he began to look forward to the grand occasion of the racetrack.

However, once inside, the sweltering heat surged like a torrent, engulfing him and leaving him dizzy and disoriented, barely able to breathe properly.

Only one thought crossed my mind: "So many people!"

A force yanked Song Bo back. "Doctor! Where are you going? The entrance is here!" Turning around, he could see Li Miaomiao's delicate face.

Song Bo nodded repeatedly and followed the crowd, queuing to swipe his card to enter the enclosure. Just then, he saw a group of security guards surrounding a figure as he quickly passed by. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Big Head!"

Only after shouting did Song Bo realize his lapse in composure; he had accidentally called out a nickname. He quickly covered his mouth.

Isn't that Alonso?
Alonso was only five meters away from them, no, three meters!

Song Bo almost jumped up on the spot, using all his strength to suppress the urge to shout, and turned his head to try to find someone to echo his sentiments—

My spirits immediately sank.

For Wang Lin and Li Miaomiao, "Big Head" probably means nothing; he's just an uncle with a big head.

Song Bo donned a mask of pain, "Two-time world champion cyclist? Pride of Spain? Big Head?"

Song Bosheng spread his hands in despair, almost collapsing into a sitting position. He waved his hand, ignoring them; he had no energy to play the role of a nanny at that moment.

drop!
After successfully entering the enclosure with their access cards, Song Bo couldn't help but jump for joy. Not only him, but Li Miaomiao and Wang Lin were also unable to contain their excitement.

Perhaps the only exception is Su Tong.

Su Tong remained somewhat silent, as usual, aloof, distant, and unapproachable to strangers, appearing... out of place in the noisy and bustling atmosphere.

Li Miaomiao didn't know how Su Tong had persuaded Song Bo, but the result was that Su Tong came to the competition venue with them today.

But since you're already here, why do you keep such a long face?

Li Miaomiao glanced at the carefree Wang Lin and the ecstatic Song Bo, sighed softly, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Su Tong shook his head and did not speak.

Just as Li Miaomiao was hesitating whether to continue the conversation, Su Tong spoke up first, "Your expectations are too high."

"What?" Li Miaomiao asked, puzzled.

Su Tong looked around and said, "I've been gathering information along the way. Everyone is hoping that Lu Zhizhou can continue to achieve good results. Reaching the podium is the minimum standard, and the majority of people are hoping that he will win the championship. Only the number of times Lewis's name appears can rival that."

“Lewis Hamilton, a four-time world champion driver,” Wang Lin explained.

Su Tong nodded. "Yes, it's him. Judging from the current public opinion, almost no one can accept his achievements outside of the podium."

Wang Lin: "Isn't this only natural? Everyone expects the boss to win."

Su Tong sighed softly, "We can talk so easily here, but what about the pressure Lu Zhizhou is under? I can't imagine how terrifying the pressure of playing on home turf is."

Wang Lin and Li Miaomiao were both stunned.

Just then, a group of young people wearing Ferrari T-shirts with the number 22 and red baseball caps walked by, raising their arms and shouting "Champion, champion, champion!"
Clearly, it's not just the Weichang area; all the media outlets, big and small, have been fueling the fire these past two days.

Just a few months ago, people simply hoped to see Chinese drivers on the F1 stage, regardless of their team or results. Even just entering the paddock would be a historic breakthrough, the result of generations of hard work and accumulation.

But now?
Let alone being "satisfied with points," even the podium is no longer enough.

Major media outlets have been reporting extensively on Lu Zhizhou's chances of winning the China Grand Prix. Even before the free practice sessions have started, they have begun to analyze the situation from all angles, and one by one they have confidently stated that Lu Zhizhou has a chance to win. Expectations have been rising little by little.

So they all selectively forgot that this was only Lu Zhizhou's third F1 Grand Prix in his professional career. The teasing and ridicule of the "baby driver" seemed like something from a past life. From one extreme to another, there was no middle ground, and the atmosphere had already reached this point before they even had a chance to react.

Once you're actually in the paddock, you can clearly feel the unbridled fervor, even those of you who are just watching are overwhelmed and swallowed up by the pressure.

In truth, Su Tong didn't know her own feelings. Was she being stubborn? Proud? Curious? Trying to prove she didn't care? Why did she take the initiative to ask for a VIP invitation from Song Bo after hearing about it, and even dress up in her finest clothes to appear at the hunting grounds like a peacock?

But she's not a male peacock, so how can she display her plumage?
Then--

Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaahhhhh!

Amidst screams and cheers, a figure appeared, wearing a Ferrari T-shirt, shorts, and high-top Jordans, speeding along on a skateboard. The sunlight shone brightly beneath his feet. Despite the sea of ​​people all wearing the same T-shirt, he was easily spotted.

Even the golden sunlight paled in comparison.

He waved to the crowd with a big smile, but without stopping, he rushed over and charged toward a chubby boy who was beaming with excitement in front of everyone.

"Boss!" Song Bo was the first to rush up to him, making a big fuss, "You looked completely different in the hunting grounds."

That was Lu Zhizhou, his smile wide. "Work uniform. This is work uniform, so it's naturally different." Without pausing, he greeted the people behind him.

"Squad leader! Hey, Wang Lin! Su Tong, you're here too? Welcome!"

He was open and generous, as if their presence here was not unexpected at all. He treated Wang Lin and Su Tong with the same warm hospitality.

"Sorry, I was busy with some work just now. I was going to go to the parking lot to meet you, but I was delayed. I hope we can still make it in time now."

"Come, come, let's take a tour of Weichang together. To be honest, this is my first time here too, and I'm just as unfamiliar with it as you are, so let's tour together."

With just a few words, the atmosphere immediately became relaxed.

Wang Lin had been worried about how he would conduct himself in front of Lu Zhizhou, but he found that his worries were completely unimportant and just needless anxiety.

Lu Zhizhou remained the same as always, showing no change in attitude despite being under the spotlight. He even kindly led them on a tour of the Ferrari service area, introducing it to Greenwood and Cleary with a generous and natural air, half-jokingly saying, "See? I told you, I'm still a student."

Cleary, despite his burly appearance, laughed heartily. "Haha, now you've finally produced the evidence." He then looked kindly at the group of young people. "Tell me, what kind of image does he usually project in class?"

Wang Lin then realized that he couldn't utter a single word of his mediocre English, while Su Tong, being a top student, was indeed different and came to the rescue in time.

Afterwards, Lu Zhizhou took them to the photo area for a group photo to commemorate the occasion before heading to Ferrari to rest and then watch the free practice session.

However, Lu Zhizhou was extremely busy, his feet barely touching the ground, and he had no time to catch his breath. It was a pity that he couldn't stay long.

Just as Lu Zhizhou was about to turn and leave, Su Tong was hesitating whether she should speak up to offer her support, but Song Bo spoke up first.

"Boss, don't pay attention to what's going on outside. Just stick to your own path and do things at your own pace."

(End of this chapter)