Speed ​​God

Chapter 90 Budding Lotus
"Song Bo! Remember to wash your hands before eating strawberries, and don't grab them with dirty hands!"

As soon as he opened the door to get home, Zhang Qiaomu's endless nagging began. Song Bo gave a perfunctory hum and groan, then plopped down on the sofa.

I curled up in place and stared blankly for a while, not wanting to move. Even though I had so much homework that my scalp was tingling, I just didn't want to move. I slowly took out my phone from my pocket and scrolled through it aimlessly. Even scrolling through my phone wasn't fun. Out of boredom, I casually opened a video website.

As a result, he suddenly sat up straight—

Wait a minute! These comments?

After the Lunar New Year, Song Bo opened an account specifically for creating and uploading GP3 videos.

Song Bo's ideas were very simple. He didn't intend to popularize racing or promote GP3, and he had no idea about becoming famous. He was just a high school student with no lofty ideals. He just wanted to follow in Lu Zhizhou's footsteps and record Lu Zhizhou's adventurous journey.

Then, he would get more people to follow Lu Zhizhou. Of course, the most important ones were Wang Lin and those self-righteous idiots in the class.

Ideals are already very, very small and not at all grand; however, reality is even more cruel, and how to stand out in the ocean of online information is a skill.

For the past three months, Song Bo has been consistently updating one video per week, but so far, the number of views has mostly been in the single digits, at most in the double digits.

37 times, this is the most viewed video on Song Bo's video account.

As for the comments, there were some, but they were all sarcastic, ignorant, and condescending remarks.

Song Bo was furious and started arguing with the comments, only to find that the other party was getting more and more enthusiastic. The terrible comments turned into a garbage dump. In the end, Song Bo deleted all the comments in frustration, and the world finally quieted down. The comment section was once again a blank white page.

And then... that was it.

At the Spanish Grand Prix weekend, Lu Zhizhou won two titles, sweeping the competition perfectly. Song Bo was overjoyed and ecstatic, but he had no one to share his excitement with.

Song Bo immediately produced and uploaded the video, working through two whole nights in the process.

Because GP3 videos and information are really hard to find, even the FIA ​​has not fully integrated them yet, and the news updates are simple and delayed, which is frustrating.

But in the end, Song Bo still managed to finish producing the video.

This time, after uploading, I felt a little uneasy. On the one hand, I was full of anticipation and wanted to share my joy; on the other hand, I was worried that my hopes would be dashed again and I would be disappointed.

Therefore, Song Bo didn't dare to open the video website again, and the result was—

Song Bo began to doubt his own eyes.

Zhang Qiaomu entered the living room and immediately noticed Song Bo's sloppy posture. "Song Bo! Sit down if you want to sit, lie down if you want to lie down. What's wrong with you like that!"

"You! I told you to wash your hands first..."

Looking at the damp toilet paper on the coffee table, Zhang Qiaomu immediately guessed that Song Bo was too lazy to wash his hands, so he used the toilet paper to pinch a strawberry and put it in his mouth.

Anger surged within him.

Unexpectedly, Song Bo didn't run away in panic as usual. Instead, he stood up with a joyful expression and turned his phone screen to Zhang Qiaomu, "Mom, look!"

Zhang Qiaomu glared at Song Bo impatiently, "What are you doing! Don't change the subject!"

Song Bo couldn't care less about that now, "Mom, Mom! Look!"

Looking into Song Bo's bright eyes, where happiness and joy flowed undisguisedly, Zhang Qiaomu hesitated for a moment, then took Song Bo's phone. "...What do I want to see?"

Song Bo: "Comments! Clicks! Likes!"

"Mom, Zhizhou's video has gone viral! Finally, someone has seen Zhizhou!"

At this moment, Zhang Qiaomu finally realized—1377 clicks; 428 likes.

In addition, there were 81 comments.

Zhang Qiaomu looked confused. "Is this considered a viral hit? I thought any random video would get tens or hundreds of millions of views. This isn't even ten thousand. It would be more like it if it had two more zeros."

Song Bo rolled his eyes speechlessly, snatched his phone back, and muttered, "I'm not one of those internet celebrities." But then he cheered up again, "This is the first time the click rate has broken 100, and you should look at the likes ratio, did you see that? A full four hundred likes!"

"Haha! I knew it. I knew it. Zhizhou is so amazing, people should have discovered him long ago."

After saying that, Song Bo ignored his mother and started replying to messages on his phone.

Unlike before, all the comments were positive and encouraging, which made Song Bo overjoyed, and he was no longer the dejected and tired man he had been just moments before.

"Yes, his name is Lu Zhizhou. He came from Ferrari's youth academy, and this is his first GP3 ​​season."

"The race was not as simple as it seemed. The start of the main race was very dangerous and chaotic, and the sprint race was even more challenging as the team was surrounded and attacked."

"He is seventeen years old this year..."

Zhang Qiaomu watched Song Bo replying to messages and couldn't help but complain, "Where's your homework? Doctor, are you just going to ignore your schoolwork? I'm confiscating your phone later!"

But despite his words, Zhang Qiaomu didn't linger and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

Standing in front of the stove, Zhang Qiaomu was slightly stunned, as if she still hadn't recovered her senses. Then, a smile bloomed on her lips, and she couldn't help but hum a tune of "Tian Mi Mi" softly.

The ripples from offline to online are slowly spreading.

However, in the end, it was just a GP3 race, and its impact was ultimately limited, far from being a storm, and for Lu Zhizhou, it was even less of a tangible experience.

After the weekend, everything returned to normal, and life seemed unchanged.

Perhaps, for Lu Zhizhou, the only real feeling came from the bonus. His first perfect weekend in his career earned him a check for 97,000 euros, which was more impactful than any internet traffic or media attention. Add to that three months' income in Maranello, and after adjusting for the exchange rate, he is now a newly minted millionaire.

Of course, the first race includes bonuses for the first podium finish and the first win, but if you replicate a perfect weekend in the future, the bonuses won't be as much.

However, Lu Zhizhou is still full of expectations for the rest of the season.

It's a bit of a shame that the GP3 races have a long interval; after the season opener, the next race, the Red Bull Ring in Austria, is a full month later.

So, after the Spanish Grand Prix, Lu Zhizhou followed Borrepeller and the others back to the ART team headquarters, which is located in the Burgundy region south of Paris, surrounded by wine and castles.

Here, Lu Zhizhou conducts testing and tuning of the race cars. Only after the season has begun will there be an opportunity to truly work together face-to-face and up close.

Clearly, after the first competition, Lu Zhizhou had easily integrated into the team and become one of the group members, without needing to speak any language.

Subsequently, Lu Zhizhou was summoned back to Maranello to conduct simulator tests with the Ferrari team. So far this season, the competition between Mercedes-Benz and Ferrari has become extremely fierce. Every upgrade of the car in the middle of the season will be crucial, and the importance of simulator testing will rise even higher.

Training. Testing. Meeting.

Since the start of the new season, even without matches, Lu Zhizhou has been extremely busy. If schoolwork is added to the mix, his schedule is completely packed every day.

However, it was amidst this busy and hectic schedule that Lu Zhizhou took a weekend off and arrived in Monaco.

　First update today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)