Speed ​​God

Chapter 83 Reverse Order
Perhaps this is just a GP3 victory; perhaps this is just a small step in a long journey.

But Lu Cheng still unleashed his passion without reservation, expressing in words all the things he wouldn't normally say face-to-face.

Lu Zhizhou read on carefully, noticing typos, messy punctuation, and errors in word choice and sentence structure. The image of Lu Cheng excitedly typing away on his phone naturally flashed through his mind, and a smile naturally crept onto his face.

As she laughed, her eyes grew slightly warm.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Zhizhou raised his head, quickly composed himself, and looked up at the sky, letting the afterglow of the Catalan sunset fall on his face. The lingering scent in the air awakened memories of following Lu Cheng around the car repair shop as a child, and everything seemed familiar.

Perhaps this is more than just a "small" victory; he wants to win more, not just for the points and bonuses.

He let out a heavy breath, looked away, and continued walking.

Then, he saw a pineapple and started imagining what it would taste like. It probably wasn't pineapple season yet, so it might not be sweet enough.

As a result, the pineapple turned around, their eyes met, and it frantically tried to cover the data on the computer screen.

That's not a pineapple, that's Russell.

Russell looked at Lu Zhizhou, about to speak.

Lu Zhizhou spoke first, "It's okay, you can watch."

Russell, "What?"

Lu Zhizhou, “The race data. Brake lines, tire temperature, driving lines, those data you were just looking at, you can look at them openly.”

Russell's face instantly turned red; he'd been caught red-handed! "I didn't. I didn't. I was just... just... reviewing my game. Yes, my game."

Lu Zhizhou gently raised his chin. "Oh. I didn't say you were looking at my data."

Russell was stunned, his cheeks instantly turning bright red. Although he usually appeared mature and calm, he was, after all, just a nineteen-year-old boy.

Lu Zhizhou's lips curled up. "Watch out, the tomato is about to explode."

Without saying anything more, he turned and walked away.

Russell watched Lu Zhizhou's retreating figure and called out, "I didn't. Really. Don't misunderstand." Receiving no response, he couldn't help but curse, filled with frustration.

Things shouldn't be like this.

Lu Zhizhou ignored Russell and looked around before finally finding Hubert, who was reviewing data in the conference room. He quickly pushed open the door and asked, "Antoine, do you have anything to eat?"

Hubert frantically rummaged through his pockets, pulled out a handful of chocolates, and placed them on the table. Lu Zhizhou's eyes lit up as if he had seen a lifeline, and he rushed forward, "God, Antoine, you saved my day."

Hubert grinned broadly. "It's always like this after a competition. Even now, I still often forget about it. So my mom always puts some candy and chocolate in different pockets of mine, and I can always find some emergency food if I just rummage around."

Lu Zhizhou popped the chocolate into his mouth and gently raised his chin. "What are you researching?"

Hubert glanced at it and laughed immediately, "Your braking points. Especially the last series of corners, your exit speed today was too beautiful."

"So, your overall car setup is understeer, but in the actual race, after entering Turn 10, you deliberately create some tail slides to allow the car to complete its turn more quickly, and gain higher exit speed by stepping on the accelerator earlier?" Just like Hubert, Lu Zhizhou didn't hide anything and shared generously, "Yes. I don't plan to compete with other drivers on cornering rhythm, but deliberately sacrifice a bit of mid-range linearity, push the braking point back, step on the accelerator earlier on the exit of the corner, and finally gain speed on the straight to decide the winner."

Hubert frowned slightly. "But how do you do it?"

"In the last series of corners, there are almost no reference points in the braking zone. With this setup, it's like driving on ice. Braking too early will sacrifice speed, and braking too late will cause understeer. How are you going to find the braking point?"

Lu Zhizhou patted Hubert's chest over his heart. "Intuition. Antoine, you should trust your intuition."

As mentioned before, GP3 uses standardized cars, with identical chassis, engines, tires, etc. The cars themselves are almost identical, but there are still significant differences in the teams' capabilities.

On one hand, there's the engineering team. How to analyze data and how to tune the race car is a skill in itself, and they can use the same race car even better.

On the other hand, there is teamwork. A complete and excellent team of data engineers plays the role of unsung heroes. From simulator training to pre-competition strategy layout to on-site adaptability, they are all top-notch. They have better simulation data to help technical engineers complete the setup.

Of course, the key is also for a top-tier team of drivers to complement each other's strengths and weaknesses, creating a virtuous cycle.

For example, when Russell and Han Shilong experienced emotional fluctuations, Wasser immediately mediated and brought them under control.

For example, "If one person gets a good car, the whole team benefits."

In other words, Lu Zhizhou won the race by relying on this parameter setting. The data is completely open within the team, and other technical engineers and race engineers can study it and adjust it according to their own driver style. If necessary, they can adopt the same settings.

That's why Russell didn't need to read those data secretly; it was all due to his own pride. The discussion between Hubbell and Lu Zhizhou would also be laid out in the team meeting later; it was no secret.

The main race is over, but the ART team can't rest. The entire engineering team is in meetings and brainstorming to prepare for tomorrow's sprint race.

The same applies to drivers. First, there's a group meeting to discuss the car's condition and race tactics, and review the entire race. Then, there are individual meetings where drivers meet with their technical and race engineers to provide detailed feedback on specific aspects before moving on to car tuning.

Due to the Sunday race schedule, the GP3 sprint race, the F2 sprint race, and the F1 race will be held in sequence. The GP3 race must start very early in the morning, so the entire team must work overtime after the race. If necessary, it is common to work through the night to fine-tune the car.

Everything moved at breakneck speed. There was no time to bask in the joy of victory in the main race, nor to properly digest the excitement of making his professional debut. One second he closed his eyes, and the next he was already sitting in the car, surrounded by the sweltering heat, preparing for his final run in Barcelona this weekend.

The entire field of vision is completely different.

Today, Campos Racing's Raoul Seaman, who is ranked eighth in the race, starts from pole position, while Janzer Racing's Indian driver, Arjun Mani, starts from second position. The two drivers from smaller teams occupy the front row and are under the spotlight. It remains to be seen whether they can seize the opportunity to win their moment.

After all, there are few opportunities to overtake on the Barcelona circuit, so the initiative is in their hands.

And what about Lu Zhizhou?
We started eighth, and the straight ahead was packed with race cars, like being stuck in a rush hour traffic jam, completely surrounded from all sides, unable to move.

Moreover, eighth place is located on the outside of the track, which is the dirty side, and tire wear will be another test. Obviously, the same strategy cannot be used today.

The moment he appeared, Lu Zhizhou could feel the scorching gazes surging from all directions, as if a thousand arrows were piercing his heart, giving him a real taste of what it's like to be the target of everyone's criticism.

The hunting grounds were indeed a battlefield.

　This is the second update today. It's the last day of the new book release period, and I sincerely thank all my readers for their support. Thank you everyone!

　　
　
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