F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

"Coach Wa...you, you must be joking, right?" Lin Feng's voice trembled, and his legs began to go weak uncontrollably.

Get on the bus?

Let me get on the bus?!

What a joke!

Where is this? This is the Jeddah Coastal Circuit!

The fastest street circuit on the F1 calendar, with towering crash barriers on both sides and no run-off areas, and blind spots when entering corners, can easily lead to a chain-reaction crash at speeds of over 250 kilometers per hour!

Although Lin Feng had absorbed the original owner's memories, had a foundation in basic Formula One, and had even driven a Ferrari SF-24 in a simulator, this was a real F1 race weekend!

Moreover, he had only been in this world for half a month, and he had been so busy eating boxed lunches that he hadn't even recognized all the dozens of knobs on the steering wheel of this car!

This is like you've just passed your driving test (the first part), and your instructor suddenly shoves you into a rocket, points to the moon, and says, "Young man, today you're in charge of landing on the moon!"

"Do I look like I'm joking?!" Vassell was jumping up and down in a panic, snatching the pizza from Lin Feng's hand and throwing it into the trash can. He shoved and pushed him toward the locker room. "Hurry up! We don't have time! Even if you stroll around the track like an old lady, you have to finish qualifying. Ferrari can't afford to lose face like that!"

Zhou Guanyu, who was not far away, stared at this scene with his mouth agape, completely dumbfounded.

He was just comforting Lin Feng, saying, "It's uncertain whether you'll ever be able to touch a steering wheel in your lifetime," and wow, karma comes so fast! In less than ten minutes, he's already a full-fledged Ferrari driver?!

After half an hour.

Lin Feng was roughly shoved into the cramped, claustrophobic carbon fiber cockpit of the Ferrari SF-24 by several mechanics, like a puppet on a string.

The heavy HANS system pressed down on his shoulders, and the six-point harness strapped him tightly to the seat, making it hard to breathe.

A crisp click.

The expensive steering wheel in front of them was slammed shut.

At that moment, the flashlights outside the garage went off wildly.

Reporters from various media outlets, with their keen sense of smell, swarmed around him like sharks smelling blood, their cameras practically shoving into Lin Feng's goggles.

Meanwhile, the live broadcast room of Five Star Sports in China had already completely exploded.

Commentator Li Bing's voice became somewhat shrill with excitement and shock: "Ladies and gentlemen! Breaking news! Ferrari has just announced that their lead driver, Sainz, has withdrawn from the race due to a sudden attack of appendicitis. The young Chinese driver, 20-year-old Lin Feng, will step in to replace Sainz in this weekend's Saudi Grand Prix! This is a historic moment! For the first time ever, two Chinese drivers will be on the F1 circuit simultaneously!"

His partner, Fei Ge, looked worried: "While this is indeed a historic moment, it's all too sudden. Lin Feng hasn't even participated in a single full free practice session. The car's setup is entirely based on Sainz's driving habits. And the Jeddah track is too dangerous; there's zero room for error. Ferrari is putting their young driver on the hot seat!"

The domestic bullet comments instantly ignited the live stream screen:

[Ethane from the ether process!!!]

[Lin Feng? That driver with mediocre F2 results, who was forcibly promoted through the Ferrari Academy?]

[Jeddah Street Race! This is murder! Lin Feng is definitely going to be walled this time, we'll just have to wait and see on which lap.]

[This is incredibly embarrassing. They're completely unprepared for F1; they probably can't even handle a proper start to avoid stalling.]

[I feel sorry for Lin Feng for a second; he's clearly just a scapegoat dragged out by Vasser.]

In the P room.

Ferrari's number one driver, Charles Leclerc, had somehow walked up to Lin Feng's car.

The handsome Monaco man bent down, patted Lin Feng's helmet through the half-open visor, and said in a sympathetic tone:

"Hey Lin, take a deep breath. I know you're scared right now. Listen, don't worry about lap times, don't worry about others, you only have one goal—bring this car back alive, don't crash into the wall, please. Repairs are expensive, and the team's budget cap is already very tight this year."

It would have been better if Leclerc hadn't spoken; once she did, Lin Feng was even more devastated.

"Dude, is that supposed to be comforting?! That's pre-match intimidation!"

Lin Feng felt a churning in his stomach; the pasta and pizza he had just eaten were surging back up. He felt like he was going to throw up in his helmet.

"Engine ready to start," came Ricardo's voice through the headset. "Ignition."

boom--!!!

As the mechanic inserted the external starter into the rear of the race car, the 1.6-liter V6 turbocharged hybrid engine roared deafeningly, like a raging beast awakening.

The terrifying vibrations traveled directly from the carbon fiber chassis to Lin Feng's spine, making his scalp tingle.

"I'm doomed, I'm going to be the laughingstock of the entire internet..."

Lin Feng closed his eyes in despair, his hands trembling as he gripped the clutch paddles behind the steering wheel.

Just when he thought he was about to make a fool of himself in front of hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide, and even risk his life—

A voice as beautiful as heavenly music suddenly exploded deep within his mind.

[Ding! Detected host's first entry into the F1 race cockpit; heart rate spikes to 180, meeting activation requirements!]

[F1 Racing God Domination System, officially bound successfully!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received a beginner's survival gift pack. Would you like to open it now?]

Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils behind the goggles instantly contracted.

System? Online novels are right!

"Activate! Activate it now! Whatever it is, fill it up right now!" Lin Feng roared in his heart.

[Ding! New player gift pack successfully opened.]

[Congratulations, host, you have drawn: [Michael Schumacher (2004 Peak Period) 100% Fusion Experience Card for This Match]!]

[Item Description: Upon use, the host will fully inherit Michael Schumacher's peak-era muscle memory, track sense, cornering limits, and late braking technique for this Grand Prix weekend (including qualifying and the race).]

【Should we use it immediately?】

Looking at the card shimmering with dark golden light in his mind, Lin Feng's trembling hands miraculously calmed down.

Fear, panic, and the churning in my stomach were replaced at this moment by an unprecedented frenzy.

Schumacher! That red legend who ruled an era!

In 2004, he drove the Ferrari F2004 Mars rover, winning 13 out of 18 races throughout the season, crushing everything like a god!

"use!"

Lin Feng silently uttered those two words in his mind.

boom!

An unimaginably vast flow of information instantly surged into Lin Feng's limbs and bones. He felt his nerve endings reorganizing and his muscle fibers reshaping. The SF-24 steering wheel, which had previously seemed as intricate as a cryptic script, now appeared as familiar to him as his own fingers.

The angle of entry into the corner, the temperature of the tires, the braking point at each corner, and even the slightest change in downforce due to aerodynamics—all of these were ingrained in his mind as if by instinct.

Just moments ago, he was a lamb to the slaughter.

Now, a prehistoric behemoth that had been sleeping in the Red Abyss has opened its eyes.

"Lin, radio test, can you hear me?" Engineer Ricardo's voice was anxious through the headset. "Qualifying Q1 is about to begin, the light's green ahead, you can leave the pit lane. Remember, slow down, don't..."

Ricardo was interrupted by a voice coming from the communication channel before he could finish speaking.

"Understood, Ricardo."

Lin Feng's voice was no longer filled with panic and trembling; instead, it was filled with absolute calm and unparalleled confidence.

His slender fingers gently flicked the paddle shifters, while his right foot precisely pressed the accelerator pedal.

"Let's dance."

boom--!!!

Like an arrow released from a bow, the red Ferrari SF-24 roared through the air as it burst out of the garage and plunged headlong into the dazzling lights of the Jeddah racetrack, much to the astonishment of the onlookers.