Speed ​​God

Chapter 81 The situation is tense
He was furious and burning with rage.

Russell was dissatisfied with his performance, and even more dissatisfied with the result of the game.

He originally had the opportunity to turn the tide at Turn 2 and take the lead in the race, but at this moment, he became the savior of the ART team.

But now?

Not only did they fail to turn the tide, but their futile adventure also made them the culprits in ART's predicament.

Imagine the disappointed look on Mercedes team manager Toto Wolff's face as he watched the race, imagine his father yelling and venting his anger on the phone, blaming him for everything—Russell couldn't control his emotions.

He spent so much effort and time to finally get this opportunity in youth training, only to be met with a cold shower on his first appearance, and by a complete novice who knew nothing about the field.
Anger flared up uncontrollably.

Russell knew this wasn't him. He was always calm and collected, and he wouldn't easily let his emotions take the lead. What he disliked most was losing control. He refused to become a monster like his father, who would fly into a rage, lose control, and blame everything on others.

But things aren't that simple, are they?
After the game, a mix of thoughts and anxieties surged through my mind, and the burning hormones eventually overwhelmed my reason.

"What the hell are you doing in Turn Two?"

Everything is because of this guy.

Russell stared intently at Lu Zhizhou, completely forgetting that the team staff were still in the pit room. He acted like an intruder, ruining the party in front of him.

But he didn't care. At least for this moment, he had neither the time nor the inclination to pay attention to the outside world's gaze, and he angrily vented all his emotions.

Lu Zhizhou was met with Russell's ferocious and twisted expression, and was full of question marks, "Racing?"

Russell was stunned, and choked on his breath.

Lu Zhizhou stared wide-eyed, his face full of innocence, and said sincerely, "You know, it's about driving around the track and turning when you see a bend."

Russell: ...

Before Russell could respond, another figure rushed into the pit room like a ball of fire. He took a step forward and almost collided head-on with Russell. Their noses were touching. He lowered his voice, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Do you know what you're doing? You've completely ruined my game!"

That was none other than Han Shilong, his face flushed and his eyes wide with anger.

Han Shilong tensed all his muscles to the extreme, using all his strength to control himself, barely managing to suppress the urge to throw a punch. However, his body still trembled slightly uncontrollably. Behind his anger, the frustration and pent-up frustration erupted like a volcano.

The sword is on the verge of breaking out.

A voice broke the silence, light and soft, seemingly devoid of any authority, even somewhat comical, "Hey, what are you all doing?"

They looked like casual bystanders passing by, but all eyes were drawn to Vasser, who was slowly approaching with a pink ice cream cone. They held their breath for a moment, then looked away and went back to their work, as if Han Shilong and Russell didn't exist at all.

Vasser slowly ate his ice cream. "You two, yes, you two, the two guys who were about to put on a Spanish bullfight here, come to my office."

Wasser waved without calling out any names, seemingly unconcerned about any misunderstandings. Then, he casually turned around, his back to Han Shilong and the other man. As he passed Lu Zhizhou, he winked at Lu Zhizhou and Yu Beier with a mischievous smile, like a naughty child.

Without a word or a movement, Vasser staggered away.

Han Shilong and Russell looked away, neither of them glancing at the other, and silently followed Wasser toward the office.

The conflict ignited briefly, but before it could release its energy, it quickly returned to calm. This scene was all too familiar to Borrepeller.

GP3 racing is a stepping stone, a transit point to F2 and F1. It involves the interests of multiple parties, and everything is a cooperative relationship of mutual help. The teams know this, and the drivers know this, so naturally, the atmosphere inside the team is slightly different from that of ordinary teams.

It's not uncommon for teams like ART this year to completely replace all their drivers. New members, a new season—each person carries the pressure of intertwined interests and the weight of their career. Everyone is standing on the edge, giving it their all. Conflicts and sparks are perfectly normal.

And one important point we must not forget is that this is a group of teenagers, full of vigor and passion, whose out-of-control emotions are more difficult to tame than wild horses. A tiny spark could turn the repair area into a crematorium.

Therefore, Wasser stepped in to take control of the situation, managing to subdue both Han Shilong and Russell.

However, Borrepeller is worried about Lu Zhizhou.

After a moment's hesitation, Borrepeller still approached Lu Zhizhou. Managing the driver's emotions was also one of the tasks of the race engineer, which was very important.

Lu Zhizhou is taking an ice bath. After a race, the muscles get hot and the body temperature exceeds the physical limit, which can easily cause inflammation and joint damage. At this time, the drivers need to enter the ice water to cool down. This has become a normal procedure for the race, and all drivers need to go through this process.

"...You're envious of me right now, aren't you? I know, it's really too hot." Lu Zhizhou said to Borrepeller with a serious expression.

Borrepeller looked at Lu Zhizhou, whose teeth were chattering, a smile appearing in his eyes, but he didn't respond. "Are you alright?"

Lu Zhizhou was puzzled. "Everything is perfect. Victory combined with an ice bath will double the effect."

Borrepeller let out a soft breath. "What just happened... they weren't attacking you, they were just feeling frustrated and disappointed. Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to excuse them, I just..."

Boréperle's words were slightly disjointed, and Lu Zhizhou chuckled, "Don't worry, Pierre, I don't eat people."

Borrepeller: ...

Lu Zhizhou laughed even more heartily, "Please, Pierre, we won, we should be happy."

“We,” Borrepeler noticed the word, and Lu Zhizhou understood that this was a victory for the team, including Borrepeler.

Then, Lu Zhizhou changed the subject, "I don't mind. Really."

Borrepeller was very surprised and made no attempt to hide it, looking at Lu Zhizhou with a look of astonishment.

Lu Zhizhou: "They target you, hate you, and are jealous of you because you have value in attracting attention. In the world of competitive sports, champions are always the targets of attacks and sieges; everyone wants to bring you down. That's how cruel reality is. Obviously, no one is jealous of Alesi."

Alessi: Achoo! Achoo! Wait, who's talking badly about him behind his back?
"So I will take what happened today as a compliment, because they felt threatened by me. Pierre, this is progress."

“From today onwards, they will acknowledge my existence and will no longer need to look at me askance.”

Borrepell stared blankly at Lu Zhizhou before him, then nodded slightly, a smile creeping onto his lips, a surge of ambition rising within him. "Then tomorrow we should make them feel even more threatened, shouldn't we? We can't let them down, can we? So, are you ready?"

Tomorrow, Sunday, there's another GP3 race – a sprint race!
That will be a challenge because in the GP3 sprint race, the top eight start in reverse order. In other words, Lu Zhizhou, who won today, will start in eighth place.

　This is the fourth update today. Only two days left in the new book period! Thank you all for your support. Please hang in there a little longer and be sure to read the latest chapter. Thank you so much!

　　
　
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