Speed ​​God

Chapter 60 One-year appointment

"Xiaozhou, you should know that racing is a dangerous sport, a real danger to your life."

The moment she opened her mouth, she gripped his lifeline tightly. Unlike her previous interactions with Lu Cheng, when facing Lu Zhizhou, Jiang Mo, as a mother, couldn't help but worry about her child's safety.

Lu Zhizhou was caught off guard by the attack, "Mom..."

Jiang Mo raised his hand to stop Lu Zhizhou. "I know that the FIA ​​has been improving the safety of the sport by changing the rules to ensure the lives and health of the riders."

"But the danger is still there, isn't it?"

After a pause, Jiang Mo continued.

"Even putting all that aside, when you drive a race car at 300 kilometers per hour to challenge the speed limit, you are also challenging the physical limit."

"Like other sports, racing is an extreme challenge to both the body and mind. It requires persistent training day after day, and also involves facing difficulties such as physical injuries and psychological pressure."

"People always say that racing is not a sport, but in fact, racing is a sport in which humans challenge machines and the limits of speed with their own flesh and blood. It is indeed not an ordinary sport. Other sports are about competing against each other, but racing requires a higher level. It is more difficult than those sports."

"So you should understand, this is not a game, not just a simple game of sitting in the driver's seat and fiddling with the steering wheel."

Lu Zhizhou took a deep breath and patiently waited for his mother to finish speaking before nodding solemnly, "I understand."

"But that's the charm of racing."

"Just as humans have always tried to fly and explore the universe, we are always chasing the limits of speed and the limits of human potential."

Jiang Mo kept her eyes fixed on Lu Zhizhou, carefully observing the expression in his eyes. She could see a resolute light deep within his pupils.

However, Jiang Mo did not stop there. "Competitive sports emphasize talent, but talent is just the threshold. Reality is often more complicated and cruel."

"This is especially true in the world of motorsports."

"There are about 2,500 professional Formula racing drivers worldwide, but only about 20 of them can actually make it into F1."

"Ten teams, twenty drivers. One person, one seat. If you want to enter the F1 paddock, you have to replace a driver's seat."

"In the world of football and basketball, although there are many people involved in the sport, there are also many seats, and even substitutes. Talented people can always find a place. But it's not like that in the world of racing. There are only twenty seats in the whole world, and everyone is eyeing those seats."

"Currently, there are 58 FIA-registered drivers holding super licenses, and every year a new generation of young drivers continues to compete for those 20 spots. So, having talent is just the minimum requirement; the world of F1 is far more complex than that."

He patiently and persuasively guided the students, explaining things clearly and logically.

However, Lu Zhizhou's tense nerves relaxed because he realized that the lawyer in front of him had once again fallen victim to his professional habit of conducting thorough preliminary investigations.

This shows that while Jiang Mo appeared to be ignoring the issue and avoiding the topic, he was actually keeping a close eye on things behind the scenes.

But now is not the best time to expose this.

Lu Zhizhou pursed his lips, controlling himself. "Mom, I know, this is just a money game. In the face of capital, we are all ants."

“In the past, blue-collar workers, ordinary people, and people from poor backgrounds might have had more opportunities, but now there are fewer and fewer. In the entire paddock, only Lewis Hamilton and Esteban O'Connor are grassroots. All the others are millionaires and billionaires who bring their own funding and have their own halo.”

“Our family once faced such difficulties, and my father also gave up his dream because of the same problem. I haven’t forgotten it.”

"So, at first, I rejected ART, until they offered this contract, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."

Taking a deep breath, Lu Zhizhou said solemnly.

"Mom, I want to give it a try." "Give yourself a year and see how far you can go."

Plain, simple, and unpretentious.

There were no grand pronouncements, no unrealistic ambitions, and even the word used was simply "let's try," as if lacking confidence.

However, it was precisely this down-to-earth, clear-headed, and rational attitude that made Jiang Mo realize that Lu Zhizhou was neither willful nor impulsive.

This was a judgment and choice made after much deliberation and reflection. He had hesitated, wavered, and struggled, but finally sorted out his thoughts.

It seems that the lazy, carefree, and unruly boy has finally grown up and found what he wants to do.

Reason and emotion were still pulling in opposite directions. As a mother and a lawyer, Jiang Mo's instincts were still resisting this, because this wasn't the first time—

People often say that without hope there is no future; but what is more terrible and cruel than having no hope is that hope is ignited and then easily extinguished.

However, Jiang Mo quietly looked at Lu Zhizhou, then glanced at the PPT. The golden retriever with the flower arrangement looked at her innocently, and she gently exhaled, "Okay. I understand."

As a mother, worrying about her child is a lifelong thing. No matter what choice Lu Zhizhou makes, she will worry about him. She can't break this habit.

But she knew she couldn't protect Lu Zhizhou forever. He would eventually have to venture out, stumble, and explore. He would eventually get hurt, face setbacks, and grow. What she needed to do was always stand behind him, a safe haven waiting for him to come home, no matter what.

Lu Zhizhou could hardly believe his ears. Jiang Mo agreed? He actually agreed just like that?
"Mom, you mean..."

Jiang Mo glared at Lu Zhizhou. "One year. You said it yourself, just one year."

Lu Zhizhou raised his arms high and jumped up.

Jiang Mo's face was full of helplessness, but the corners of his mouth that were secretly turned up still betrayed his true feelings. "Shh, be careful not to wake your dad, he's still sleeping."

Lu Zhizhou quickly shut his mouth, obediently sat back in his chair, and looked at Jiang Mo with a smile.

Jiang Mo seemed a little uncomfortable. "Ahem," she cleared her throat, "the ART contract, let me take a look."

Tapping.

Standing behind the bedroom door, Lu Cheng could hear Lu Zhizhou rushing into the bedroom. Without even seeing it, he could feel the joy and happiness just from those sounds.

Lu Cheng looked somewhat flustered, hurriedly wiping the warmth from his eyes. He turned and walked to the bedroom balcony, opened the window, and was immediately hit by the cold night wind, which instantly gave him goosebumps. He rummaged through a drawer and found a pack of cigarettes, lit it in the cool moonlight, and exhaled a long puff of smoke.

Quietly, quietly immersed in memories.

Now, we can finally have a good New Year.

However, plans can't keep up with changes. A phone call from Maranello shattered the peace of his life, and Lu Zhizhou ultimately couldn't spend the New Year at home.

The next day, Lu Zhizhou packed his bags and went to the airport again, boarding a flight to Milan.

Lu Cheng and Jiang Mo didn't stay at home for long. They submitted their visa applications right on time, and the Maranello authorities contacted the Italian Consulate in Shanghai to expedite the visa processing. After the visas were issued, the two of them went to the airport on the 28th day of the Lunar New Year and boarded a flight to Milan.

This year, Lu Zhizhou and his family of three spent the Chinese New Year in Maranello.

　This is the first update of the day, dear readers. There's less than a week left in the new book season, so let's keep pushing forward in this final stage! Keep reading! Keep reading! Keep reading!

　　
　
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