F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

"belch--"

Inside the Ferrari's pit garage, Lin Feng let out a comfortable burp that smelled like cola.

Q1 has now ended.

Lin Feng not only survived without any doubt, but also made a strong run to Q2 with an amazing third-place finish.

The SF-24 race car, which had just experienced extreme racing, was sitting quietly in the garage, where mechanics were giving it a quick check as if it were a precious artifact.

Beside the race car, Ferrari team principal Vassell, known for his strictness, was holding a can of ice-cold Coke in both hands, offering it to Lin Feng like a solicitous waiter, his face full of a cheesy smile.

"Lin, my good boy, is the cola cold enough? Would you like some more ice? How was the angle of the forewing adjusted? Do we need to lower it a little more?" Vasser's voice was so gentle it could melt your heart.

He had no choice but to flatter him. In Q1 just now, Lin Feng not only set an incredible lap time, but also pointed out several minor flaws in the car's chassis and aerodynamic settings with great precision over the radio.

At first, the competition engineer Ricardo was skeptical, but after comparing a massive amount of telemetry data, he was shocked to find that Lin Feng's intuition was even more accurate than that of a computer!

This isn't a substitute driver; this is practically a tuning machine with its own consciousness!

"The temperature is just right, Coach Wa." Lin Feng took a sip of his iced cola, suppressing the slight dizziness he felt from the reckless driving.

The Schumacher Peak Experience Card is indeed incredibly powerful, but this driving style, which pushes human reaction to the extreme, is also a huge drain on Lin Feng's current physical condition.

He must seize every minute and second to rest.

"No need to change the front wing, the steering is much better now. However, the rear suspension is a bit soft, and the rear end struggles a little when accelerating out of a corner. But I can't make any major changes during qualifying, I'll just adjust my driving style a bit later," Lin Feng said casually.

"Oh, my merciful God, listen to what he's saying!" Ricciardo rubbed his hands excitedly beside him. "'I'll make up for the chassis's shortcomings with my driving style'... Good heavens, I haven't heard such a domineering statement in a Ferrari for almost twenty years!"

The last Ferrari driver to dare to say that and actually do it was Michael Schumacher.

Q2 passed quickly and uneventfully.

As night deepened, the temperature at the Jeddah coastal circuit began to drop, and the engine output reached its peak.

The most brutal and bloodiest Q3 – the battle for pole position – has officially begun!

The remaining ten drivers will engage in a fierce battle for the front row starting position tomorrow in these final 12 minutes.

"Viewers! Welcome back to the live broadcast of Q3 qualifying for the 2024 Saudi Grand Prix!" In the Five Star Sports live broadcast studio, Li Bing's voice was still full of passion. "A miracle! An unbelievable miracle! Our young driver Lin Feng, without any preparation, fought his way into Q3! He has equaled Zhou Guanyu's record, creating the best qualifying result in F1 history for a Chinese driver!"

Feige added, "That's right! Every second is history now! But the competition in Q3 is completely different from before. Top teams like Red Bull, Mercedes, and McLaren will all be using their engines in qualifying mode at this time, squeezing out every last bit of potential from their cars. Verstappen just set a terrifying lap time of 1 minute 27.7 seconds in Q2. If Lin Feng can maintain his top-six starting position, that's already a perfect performance."

Everyone thought that Lin Feng had reached his limit.

After all, he was only driving a Ferrari that he had temporarily taken over, and his physical condition should be close to its limit.

On the track.

Red Bull's RB20, like a beast unleashed from its cage, kicked off the final battle.

Max Verstappen, the undisputed GOAT in the paddock, is speeding along the track in his No. 1 car.

"Max, full power. We're in the lead in both the first and second time slots," Red Bull engineer GP's voice crackled over the radio.

Verstappen's eyes were cold, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, pushing the car to the limits of physics in every corner.

Red Bull's chassis advantages were on full display in Jeddah's high-speed corners, with the cars gripping the ground like fighter jets flying close to it.

On the last bend, brake hard, downshift, stick to the apex, and go full throttle out of the bend!

Timer stopped!

1: 27.472!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Verstappen cut the fastest lap time in Q2 by a full 0.3 seconds!

"Well done, Max," GP exclaimed over the radio.

"Yeah, the car feels great, pole position is ours," Verstappen replied casually, and began to slow down.

In his view, the game was over.

Leclerc's Ferrari was 0.2 seconds slower than him. As for that Chinese rookie? Making it into Q3 was already incredibly lucky.

However, just as the entire audience, and even the broadcast director, were preparing to focus their cameras on Verstappen and celebrate his pole position victory...

On the timeline on the left side of the screen, the bottom row representing Lin Feng, "LIN," suddenly flashed an unsettling color!

First timing segment: Purple!

Time taken: 32.145 seconds!

He was 0.05 seconds faster than Verstappen!

"My God! It's purple! Lin Feng's first timeout is purple!" Sky Sports commentator Croft jumped up from his chair. "How is this possible! That Ferrari's downforce in high-speed corners is nowhere near that of the Red Bull. How did he do that?!"

The broadcast camera instantly switched to Lin Feng's in-car view.

In the video, the red No. 28 race car is weaving through the continuous S-curves in an inhuman manner!

Lin Feng didn't follow the conventional racing line at all; each of his cornering entries was accompanied by an extremely slight slide of the rear of the car. He was taking advantage of the car's near-loss of control, forcibly changing the direction of the car, thus pressing the accelerator earlier than Verstappen!

"This is impossible! The tires will be ruined in less than a lap if you drive like that!" In the Red Bull team's pit lane, team principal Horner stared at the screen, his face ashen.

What he didn't know was that the most terrifying aspect of the [Schumacher Experience Card] in Lin Feng's mind, besides its speed, was the almost magical feeling of protecting the tire. He could find the point of least damage to the tire in every tiny movement!

Second timing segment: Green!

His total time was only 0.02 seconds behind Verstappen's!

The suspense was instantly brought to its maximum!

At that moment, hundreds of millions of eyes around the world were fixed on the red race car sparking under the Jeddah night sky.

The last kilometer!

The third time segment that determines fate!

"Lin, push to the limit! You're now 0.02 seconds behind Max! Push!!!"

Ricardo roared like a crazed football hooligan over the communication channel.

Vasser clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Break it!!!"

Inside the cockpit, Lin Feng's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

The lateral acceleration of up to 6G almost snapped his neck. Sweat blurred his vision, but his terrifying muscle memory, that of a racing god, completely took over his body at that moment.

The last corner – Turn 27 – is the biggest deceleration point on the 6.1-kilometer track!

This is a hairpin turn to the left. Verstappen braked 100 meters before entering the turn, which was extremely precise and accurate.

However, Lin Feng's car passed the 100-meter sign.

There are no brakes!

95 meters...90 meters...85 meters!

"Holy crap! He missed the braking point and is about to lock up and crash into the wall!" Countless car enthusiasts desperately clutched their heads in front of their screens.

boom!

Just as the front of the car was about to veer off the edge of the track, Lin Feng slammed on the brakes with his right foot!

squeak--! ! !

The front wheel struggled frantically on the verge of locking up, emitting a puff of blue smoke.

But with the ultimate tracking braking technique, the race car miraculously did not rush straight out, but was pulled towards the apex of the corner by inertia!

The titanium alloy anti-slip blocks under the car rubbed hard against the red and white striped road shoulder, bursting into a large area of ​​extremely dazzling sparks.

Amidst a sky full of sparks, the Ferrari SF-24 exited the corner at an extremely exaggerated angle, aiming its front end at the final straight.

"Perfect corner exit! No slippage whatsoever! His traction is amazing!"

Eighth gear!

Full throttle!

DRS fully activated!

The red lightning tore through the air and roared as it rushed toward the finish line!

Crossing the finish line!

Time seemed to freeze for the entire stadium. Everyone instinctively looked up at the massive timer display above the arena.

One second later.

1-27.457!!!

He was 0.015 seconds faster than Verstappen!

P1!!

Pole position!!!

boom--!!!

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the entire Jeddah coastal racetrack erupted with a terrifying roar, like a volcanic eruption. The fans in the stands went completely mad, waving red flags and screaming until they cried.

In the domestic live broadcast room, Li Bing ripped off his tie and roared hoarsely, "Pole position!!! Lin Feng beat Verstappen with a last-second 0.015-second buzzer-beater!!! My God, what did I just see?! This is the first pole position ever achieved by a Chinese driver in F1! He was called upon in a crisis, completely unprepared, and he drove that Ferrari to dethrone the world champion! Lin Feng, you are the god of Chinese motorsport!!!"

The sheer volume of comments on the screen caused the live stream platform to freeze for a full five seconds.

When the screen returned to normal, only four large characters remained, densely packed and completely obscuring the image:

[Lin Shen is awesome!!!]

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! They're really going strong! I saw a Chinese driver taking pole position in a Ferrari!]

[This made me cry! That late braking on the final bend was pure art! It was like Michael Schumacher himself was channeling his magic!]

[Where's the person who said Lin Feng was on the wall? Come out here! Is this a designated driver? This is the ancestor of Ferraris!]

[Guys, I peed my pants! This is even more exciting than watching the Chinese national football team qualify for the World Cup!]

Sauber team pit stop.

"Snap!"

Zhou Guanyu jumped up from his chair in excitement, crushing the bottle of mineral water he was holding and splashing water all over Bottas's face.

"Good lad!!!" Zhou Guanyu roared at the screen, his eyes red-rimmed, waving his fist, "He really made Chinese people proud!!!"

The Red Bull Racing team was deathly silent. Verstappen stared at the display on his steering wheel showing him dropping to P2, his brow furrowed beneath his helmet.

"GP, are you sure that car has a rookie who's never even run a race before?" Verstappen asked helplessly over the radio.

"Yes, he not only won, but he also braked a full 15 meters later than you on that last bend."

Ferrari team control post.

Vasel had completely lost control of his facial expressions. He ripped off his headphones and jumped around the P-room like a 200-pound child, kissing every mechanic around him like crazy.

"Pole position! That's our pole position! My God, I, Vassell, am a genius! I just randomly picked a substitute and got pole position! Hahahaha!"