Speed ​​God

Chapter 65 Innocent Heart
"...Are you observing Turn 9 and Turn 10?"

A slightly childish voice came from the side. Lu Zhizhou reacted instinctively, only to be startled by a face so close to his own.

The face of that literary prodigy came into view—Hubert!

Lu Zhizhou didn't respond, but Yu Beier didn't seem to care. He grinned at Lu Zhizhou and said, "If it were me, I wouldn't be worried."

"Turning point nine is a long right turn at high speed. It can usually be passed by full throttle. The key is the stability of the chassis and the following feel of the rear of the car. Our setup is good, and I believe in it."

"The next straight connects to hairpin bend number 10. The initial deceleration distance is not long, and the braking point is difficult to find, but as long as the braking system is stable, there should be no problem."

Lu Zhizhou raised an eyebrow slightly. In fact, he wasn't worried about Turns 9 and 10. Although these were very famous corners on the Barcelona circuit, after watching the F1 free practice and analyzing the data, he believed that the real challenge would be Turns 11 through 15.

This is not a combination of curves, but a section of track with three different compound curves connected together. It may not seem to have a high level of difficulty, but in fact, the frequent changes in direction and the extremely limited choice of driving line pose a severe test to braking and traction. Braking rhythm, traction management, and exit speed are all difficult problems. After exiting the curve, there is an entire long straight leading to the finish line.

Lu Zhizhou looked at the scholar in front of him, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "So what's your main concern?"

"From turn 13 to turn 15." Without hesitation or pause, Hubert gave the answer, his eyes bright, as if he were solving a problem.

"Especially on the 14th, if you step on the gas too early when exiting the corner, you'll understeer; if you step on it too late, you won't have enough speed to get into the straight. You have to get the traction right."

"Personally, I think this is the section of the track that demands the most skill from the driver. If the previous sections tested tire wear, then this section tests the driver's skill."

"Of course, there's no point in sitting here analyzing. We still need to go out on the track, test it out, and get a feel for it. Maybe all my analysis is wrong?"

"but……"

Hubert peeked out and took a look at the sunlight.

"By evening, the sun will still be shining, but the track temperature should drop significantly, which is quite different from the conditions for the races tomorrow and the day after."

The voice gradually turned into muttering, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether it counted as talking to oneself.

Lu Zhizhou chuckled, "But our racing cars aren't as sensitive or picky as F1 cars, right?"

Hubert turned his head and looked over, chuckled dryly twice, and scratched his head. "Right, right, so we don't need to worry." After saying that, he paused for a moment, "Ah, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Thank you for listening to my nonsense. I can't control myself, and I don't know where all this nonsense comes from."

“Look, I’m here again.” Hubert noticed the smile in Lu Zhizhou’s eyes and patted his forehead. “Antoine.”

Looking at Yu Beier's generously extended right hand, Lu Zhizhou also raised his right hand, "Zhizhou."

Changing the subject, Lu Zhizhou said with a half-smile, "If you tell me the secret, aren't you worried that I'll defeat you?"

Yu Beier noticed Lu Zhizhou's peripheral vision and immediately saw Han Shilong and Russell, who were wearing headphones, completely closed off, and keeping a distance. He instantly understood what was going on.

"Haha, I understand. People always say that F1 is brutal. There are only twenty seats in the paddock, and everyone is eyeing those few seats. We are all enemies, it's a life-or-death relationship. There are no friends in the paddock. You can be laughing and joking today, and tomorrow they may steal your career."

"Believe me, I've been criticized and attacked countless times since I was a child. They say I'm not suitable for this sport because I lack a bit of killer instinct."

Hubert's accent had a distinct French tinge, but it wasn't aggressive. Just like the soft, gentle Wu dialect of the Jiangnan water towns, his words had a rounded power, and the intonation seemed to constantly bring a smile to one's face, making one's mood brighten.

A smile flickered in Lu Zhizhou's eyes. "But?"

Hubert paused for a moment, then realized, “Yes, yes, yes. But I disagree. The track doesn’t lie; it will show you how capable you are.”

"If you ultimately defeat me, it's not because I shared any secrets, but because you were inherently better than me, or because you played better today." "If I am good enough, I can win regardless of whether I shared information or with whom I shared my ideas, can't I?"

"In motorsports, everyone has their own style and understanding. They may seem similar, but in reality, each person's personality and style are very distinct. My understanding may not be suitable for you, and your understanding may not be suitable for me. There is no right answer, only the relationship between yourself, the car, and the track."

"Indeed, we are competitors, and we are all striving for the same goal, but that does not mean that we need to slander and attack each other in order to win. Respecting the strength of our opponents is the right way to face ourselves."

A smile bloomed on Bell's lips.

Generous and upright, with a righteous and uncompromising attitude, he displayed a pure and innocent heart. This was Lu Zhizhou's first impression of the racing world. When he actually stepped into the paddock, he was greeted by such a face, unrestrained and radiant, with the spirit of a flamboyant youth.

In 2017, GP3 allowed each team to have four seats, but in the extravagant world of motorsport, four seats were still not enough to share the pie, as each seat was worth a fortune.

ART is a typical example, with the four seats belonging to Mercedes-Benz youth academy trainee Russell, Renault youth academy trainee Han Shilong, and Ferrari youth academy trainee Lu Zhizhou.

Here, even Hubert, who has no connections or background, has managed to secure a place.

Furthermore, from the outside perspective, it seems that Red Bull youth academy trainee Fukuzumi Jinling was squeezed out by Hubert, not Lu Zhizhou, yet there has been no questioning of this.

From all the details, it is clear that Hubert is indeed an excellent young driver.

A glint of light appeared in Lu Zhizhou's eyes. "It seems you are not only open and honest, but also confident, with absolute confidence in your abilities." A small teasing remark made Hubert slightly reserved, and then Lu Zhizhou responded generously, "I'm really looking forward to your performance this weekend."

Hubert gave a shy smile, but didn't avoid eye contact. "You too. Don't feel pressured, the whole team is looking forward to it."

Lu Zhizhou nodded slightly, raising an eyebrow. "I know, you're just waiting to see me make a fool of myself, like a clown. Don't worry, I've prepared some magic tricks."

The lighthearted teasing made Hubert burst into laughter, only then noticing Lu Zhizhou's feet. "You really don't need shoes?"

Lu Zhizhou glanced down, shrugged nonchalantly, and said, "If I said I couldn't find it, would you believe me? I'm considering different possibilities. Is there a Quentin Tarantino hiding in the P room, or did the Seven Dwarfs misunderstand and hide my shoes?"

Hubert was laughing so hard he was doubled over, but paused for a moment. "Quentin Tarantino?"

Clearly, he didn't understand the joke.

Lu Zhizhou was speechless for once, and for a moment he didn't know how to explain.

That expression, when seen by Huber, made him clap his hands and laugh again.

The hectic Friday schedule made us completely unaware of the passage of time amidst laughter and joy.

As the sun began to set, the turbulent and exhilarating atmosphere gradually subsided. Spectators at the Barcelona circuit, carrying beers and straw hats, began to leave one after another. The stands were mostly empty, the main event of F1 was over, and the F1 drivers had largely left the paddock. They all surged out, trying to catch up with the drivers. On the other hand, on the small hill in the middle of the track, the people picnicking in the sunset still showed no intention of getting up and leaving.

The lights shifted; the crowd dispersed.

However, this was the moment when the young GP3 players were ready to take the stage—

Finally, it's time to make my appearance.

　This is the second update today. The new book launch period is almost over, the final sprint! Please read on! Please read on! Please read on! I humbly request your support, everyone. Please hang in there a little longer. Thank you so much!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)