Speed ​​God

Chapter 33 Getting better
In just over half a month, Lu Zhizhou has completely adjusted his schedule and integrated into this high-intensity training life.

Surprisingly, it wasn't boring at all.

The morning session consists of physical training and theoretical knowledge. After the simulator training ends in the afternoon, the second part of physical training will begin.

If morning training focuses on the body's basic abilities, then afternoon training is like disassembling a race car, breaking down the body into individual aspects and refining each one precisely.

Hand-eye coordination training, reaction training, explosive power training, local muscle training, and body flexibility training.

And so on and so forth.

Don't underestimate these training sessions. An hour of training will leave you drenched in sweat, feeling like you've been pulled out of the water. The intensity is no less than that of the morning session, and may even be more difficult.

After all, the morning training focuses on the overall training, and Lu Zhizhou, being young and energetic with excellent physical fitness, can handle it without much difficulty; the afternoon training, on the other hand, focuses on professional training. Lu Zhizhou, who comes from a self-taught background, has never received any relevant training before, and everything must start from scratch, which is definitely a torment.

So, every afternoon at the gym, you could hear his heart-wrenching screams—

Each scream was more agonizing than the last, echoing throughout the corridor.

People often peek out from the other end of the corridor to watch, and today was no exception. They peeked around, gloated, and crowded together, making it incredibly crowded.

Just as a group of turtles were trying to retreat into their shells, Leclerc was pushed out and stood alone at the forefront, exposed to Lu Zhizhou.

Leclerc muttered under his breath about those disloyal guys, but having spent some time with Lu Zhizhou and gotten a little more familiar with him, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Zhizhou, are you practicing your tenor? Do you know Maranello is Pavarotti's hometown?"

puff!
A commotion erupted behind me, with one or two people struggling to suppress their laughter, jostling and pushing each other, creating quite a scene.

Seeing that Leclerc almost lost his composure, Lu Zhizhou remained remarkably calm. "Hmm. After you've successfully practiced, I'll perform 'Nessun Dorma' for you."

"Don't worry. When the time comes, none of you will be able to sleep."

Every word he spoke, he gnashed his teeth.

Leclerc's smile froze instantly.

Everyone burst into laughter. Zhou Guanyu was the first to turn and flee, shouting, "Run away!"

The others also fled in a panic, and the corridor quickly became quiet, leaving only chicken feathers scattered all over the floor.

Lu Zhizhou grinned, revealing a set of teeth. "Xia Er, do you want me to perform a piece for you right now?"

Leclerc could no longer control himself. He swallowed hard. Escaping was the priority. At that moment, he just wished he had two more legs.

However... one can escape the monk, but not the temple.

After the afternoon physical training ended, the academic classes began as scheduled.

They need to learn nutrition, psychology, and public relations to become professional athletes, which is obviously not easy.

Everything starts from childhood.

In addition to completing all these courses, Lu Zhizhou also enrolled in an Italian language course.

When he first arrived in Rome, he had already suffered from the language barrier. If this was the case even in a big city like Rome, it would be even more so in Maranello, a town "completely devoid of English." He had never encountered a single person willing to speak English outside of the Ferrari base.

Learning Italian is not only for daily life, but also for communicating directly with technical personnel.

Including Monfatini, although most people in Ferrari's youth academy can speak English, Italian is their comfort zone.

Language was not a problem for Lu Zhizhou.

English has always been one of his strengths, and his English teachers from elementary school all liked him very much. When it came time to choose between arts and sciences in his second year of high school, his English teacher even spoke to Lu Cheng and Jiang Mo, sincerely suggesting that Lu Zhizhou could choose the arts track and continue studying languages ​​in the future, so as not to waste his language talent. Therefore, Lu Zhizhou was very willing to learn a completely new language.

Leclerc shared the same idea. He was fluent in English and French, but for Europeans, two languages ​​were far from enough; they needed to learn one or two more languages ​​to accompany them.

As a result, Leclerc had just finished teasing Lu Zhizhou when he turned around and walked right into the trap.

Lu Zhizhou looked at the podium with a big smile, "Teacher, let's learn 'Nessun Dorma' today."

Leclerc shuddered, still haunted by the fear of being dominated by the Great Demon King in his midnight dreams.

Outside the classroom, Zhou Guanyu's unrestrained laughter echoed across the ground as he strode away.

After the academic classes ended, the day's training came to a close. The trainees talked with their coaches and technical engineers to review and analyze the simulator or track training data from the afternoon, exchange ideas, and then conduct their own training based on their individual circumstances.

From 8 a.m. to 6 p.m., the training schedule is packed full every day.

However, while the other trainees finished all their training, Lu Zhizhou was not. Every day when he returned to his apartment, he still needed to study and try his best to keep up with the school's progress.

Every day, Song Bo would upload his class notes on time, even though the notes were so crooked and messy that they looked like dog scratches, making people want to facepalm, but at least Song Bo was serious.

Copy and paste everything verbatim, including all the worthless nonsense.

This guy even copied down the duty roster on the blackboard once.

Based on Song Bo's notes, I studied and researched on my own and completed the assignments.

This finally brought an end to a busy day.

Then, take a shower, go to sleep, lie on the bed, and fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow—it doesn't even take thirty seconds, truly squeezing out all your potential.

Tired and exhausted, that's for sure; but at the same time, fulfilling and fun, that's also undeniable.

This winter was like an adventure for Lu Zhizhou, full of surprises.

My days are packed with activities, and I maintain a regular schedule. Once I get used to this routine, I don't even notice the passage of time.

It seems like only yesterday that Lu Zhizhou arrived in Maranello. That trial and that signing completely changed the trajectory of his life. When he opened his eyes, 2016 was almost over. The streets and alleys were decorated with red and green, and the horse statue at the entrance of the base was also decorated with lanterns and transformed into a Christmas tree.

The annual holiday is approaching, but the youth training academy continues its daily routine as usual.

Monfati looked at the weather map on the display screen, pondered for a moment, and pressed the button on the driver's communication channel. "Zhizhou, what's the visibility like now? The rain might intensify in five minutes, so let's call it a day."

Outside, on the Fiorano circuit in Maranello, a red race car is speeding along.

This is the internal testing track at Ferrari's facility, which is responsible not only for testing Ferrari F1 cars but also for the daily training at the youth academy.

At this moment, Lu Zhizhou was speeding through that red race car—

Logically speaking, it should take at least three months for a novice to go from simulator to real racing on the track; but obviously, Lu Zhizhou cannot judge according to common sense.

In just five weeks, Lu Zhizhou impressed Montfati with his convincing performance, and they made an exception and allowed him to enter the F3 race and step onto the track.

However, Monfatini was somewhat cautious, as it was only the third day at the Shanghai International Circuit, and some precautions were still needed in the rainy weather.

Although it was just a light drizzle that wouldn't affect visibility, the track conditions were still unpredictable, increasing the chances of making a mistake ten or a hundred times.

Therefore, Montfati thought there was no need to rush things; there was plenty of time, and today's training could end early.

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