F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Lin Feng tossed his phone onto the bedside table and then landed heavily on the soft bed in a starfish position.

He was too lazy to reply to the messages in the group chat. Anyway, those idle drivers would shut up once they got on the track tomorrow.

Now, he has more important things to do.

"System, open the panel," Lin Feng silently commanded in his mind.

After accumulating points in the previous races, plus the three points he earned in today's sprint race and his sixth-place finish in the qualifying race, he has now accumulated a total of 12,000 points in his system's points pool.

This huge sum of money is enough for him to do a deluxe ten-pull gacha.

"Give me a ten-pull on the lottery screen." Lin Feng rubbed his hands together and skillfully pressed the button that emitted an alluring golden light in his mind.

Accompanied by an extremely flamboyant virtual light effect, ten blind boxes were lined up on the screen and then suddenly exploded.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a white item: Stroll's rearview mirror (right side).]

[Item Description: As everyone knows, a certain Canadian young master never looks in the rearview mirror, so this is practically brand new and completely useless. I suggest throwing it in the trash.]

Lin Feng's lips twitched.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a white item: a spare screw from the Haas team.]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained a blue item: Binotto's Black-rimmed Glasses. Wearing them will decrease your strategic intelligence by 50% and cause you to uncontrollably crave pasta.]

"What kind of junk is this?!" Lin Feng cursed the system in his mind.

Seeing that the first eight were all white and blue quality trash, his heart sank. Had he used up all his luck on the field today?

Just then, the ninth blind box burst into a dazzling purple light.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the purple passive skill: Basic Heat Resistance!]

[Skill Description: Greatly increases the host's tolerance to extreme high-temperature environments, reducing physical exhaustion and mental fatigue caused by heat. Note: An excellent companion for the Singapore and Qatar legs.]

"Good stuff!" Lin Feng's eyes lit up.

The cabin temperature of F1 cars can reach over 50 degrees Celsius on some high-temperature tracks, and dehydration and heatstroke are common occurrences. This passive skill is simply a life-saving ability.

The last blind box contained a "Shanghai Circuit Deep Analysis Simulation Card," which allows for unlimited simulated driving at the Shanghai International Circuit in the system's virtual space, and can perfectly recreate tomorrow's weather and track temperature.

"That suits me perfectly. Tomorrow's race start will be a tough battle, so I need to get in there early and do a few hundred laps to get a feel for it."

Lin Feng closed the lottery interface with satisfaction, closed his eyes, and prepared to immerse his consciousness in the system's virtual simulator.

"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"

The door was banged on roughly, as if someone was checking the water meter.

"Who is it in the middle of the night!" Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, jumped out of bed, and walked to the door with annoyance, pulling it open.

There were three people standing outside the door.

Zhou Guanyu was dressed casually. Standing next to him was McLaren driver Oscar Piastri with messy hair, while standing at the front was Sauber's Finnish veteran, Valtteri Bottas.

The most outrageous thing is that Bottas had already taken off his outer clothes and was only wrapped in a thick white hotel bathrobe, with disposable slippers on his feet.

"Good evening, Lin," Bottas greeted in English with a Finnish accent. "Let's go to the bathhouse. Zhou said Shanghai has the best sauna in all of Asia."

Lin Feng looked down at Bottas's attire, then looked up at Piastrelli's innocent face, a question mark slowly appearing on his forehead.

"No, buddy, it's almost 11 a.m., and we have a briefing for the main competition at 1 p.m. tomorrow! Are you guys going to go to the sauna now?" Lin Feng tried to use reason to bring these people who had gone crazy in the middle of the night back to reality.

"It's precisely because the main competition is tomorrow that I need to completely relax my muscles tonight," Bottas said with a straight face, even showing off his muscular biceps. "I've already inquired, that shop's stone is burning really well. Stop talking nonsense and get dressed, Guanyu's treating."

"Lin Feng, let's go," Zhou Guanyu chimed in. "Waltri has been nagging about the sauna in my room for an hour now. If I don't take him, he might tear down the hotel's fire sprinklers and build his own steam room tonight. As for Oscar..."

Zhou Guanyu pointed to Piastri, who was holding a thermos next to him: "He met us in the corridor and insisted on experiencing the traditional Eastern bathing culture."

Piastrelli nodded seriously, unscrewed the thermos, and took a sip of the goji berry water inside: "That's right, this is an important part of cultural exchange."

Lin Feng had no right to refuse and was dragged out of the room by several people who were holding his arms.

Half an hour later.

A high-end bathhouse, VIP male area.

The interior was lavishly decorated, with Roman columns and marble floor tiles. The four of them changed into loose-fitting pure cotton short-sleeved shirts and shorts provided by the bathhouse and walked down the corridor leading to the high-temperature sauna.

Along the way, the waiters and several other men who were also there to take a bath cast curious glances at the two well-proportioned, muscular foreigners, especially the Finn with a small mustache who walked with a brisk stride.

"This place is nice." Bottas pushed open the heavy wooden door of the sauna.

A wave of heat, nearly 80 degrees Celsius, instantly hit him, blowing Lin Feng's bangs off.

This is a spacious, all-wood sauna room with a huge iron stove in the center, inside which sauna stones are burning red-hot.

There was no one in the room; clearly, at this time of day, even the local bathhouse attendants would find the temperature too hot.

But Bottas seemed to have returned to his happy hometown, his eyes lighting up instantly.

Without hesitation, he walked to the deepest part of the room, which was also the hottest part, and took off his short-sleeved shirt and shorts, sitting down naked with only a small towel under his bottom.

Lin Feng, Zhou Guanyu, and Piastri obediently remained dressed and sat in a slightly cooler spot on the lowest level.

"Holy crap, this is fucking hot." Lin Feng had only been sitting for less than a minute when beads of sweat started rolling down his forehead. "Brother Guanyu, are you sure bringing a Finn to a place like this was a wise choice?"

Zhou Guanyu smiled wryly: "I didn't expect this stove to be so powerful. After staying in the UK for so long, I underestimated the hardcore nature of bathhouses in China."

Just then, Bottas, who was sitting at the highest point, was clearly very dissatisfied with the current temperature. He stood up, walked to the iron stove in the middle, picked up the small wooden bucket filled with water, and scooped up a large spoonful of water.

"Ready to experience a Finnish winter, lads?" Bottas turned around and gave a strange smile.

"Wait! Walter! Don't—" Zhou Guanyu tried to stop him.

"Sizzle—!"

A large spoonful of cold water was poured directly onto the bright red sauna stone.

In an instant, a large cloud of thick, hot steam shot into the air as if it had exploded, quickly filling the entire room.

The indoor temperature indicator rose to over 80 degrees Celsius at a visible rate.

"Cough cough cough!" Lin Feng felt like he was inhaling boiling water, not air. "Old man, are you trying to murder me?! The Williams motorcade is going to publish an obituary in the news tomorrow: the cause of death was being steamed in a bathhouse!"

Bottas closed his eyes and took a deep breath of steam: "This is what life is all about. You complain about the 50 or 60 degrees Celsius in the race car because you haven't mastered the art of making peace with the heat."

As he spoke, he scooped up another spoonful of water and poured it down without any mercy.

"Sizzle!"

Temperatures soared again.

Lin Feng felt like he was about to turn into a steamed bun in a steamer. He was about to rush out the door when he suddenly remembered the skill he had just drawn from the system.

"System! Activate basic heat resistance physique!" he shouted frantically in his mind.

[Ding! Basic heat tolerance has been activated, and the host's temperature sensing and perspiration systems are being regulated.]

In an instant, Lin Feng felt an invisible, cool film on his body, which greatly reduced the suffocating feeling of his lungs being burned. Although he was still sweating profusely, at least he no longer had that feeling of being on the verge of fainting at any moment.

"I'm such a genius! I actually used the amazing skill the system gave me to deal with the Finnish bathroom heater." Lin Feng said smugly, sitting up straight again.

Turning around, I saw that Zhou Guanyu, who was sitting next to me, couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, wiping his sweat with a towel, and said, "I can't take it anymore, I need to go out and get some water. You guys take your time, I give up."

After saying that, Zhou Guanyu opened the wooden door and fled in panic.

Now, only Bottas, sitting at the highest point like a god, Lin Feng, who is barely holding on thanks to the system's cheat code, and...

Piastelli remained silent throughout.

Lin Feng turned his head and almost burst out laughing.

The Australian driver was now an eerie red. His hair was plastered to his forehead, sweat dripped down his chin, and his once fair skin now looked like a lobster that had been boiled in a pot of boiling water for ten minutes.

But Piastrelli remained seated upright, his hands on his knees, staring intently at the wooden plank in front of him.

"Oscar, if you can't stand it, just leave. This old man is a pervert. No one says you have to put up with him," Lin Feng couldn't help but advise.

Piastrelli slowly turned his head, his red eyes looking at Lin Feng, his tone firm.

"No, Lin. I can't leave."

"Why? Are you planning to steam yourself into jerky and take it back to England?"

Piastrelli took a deep breath of the sweltering air and said in an extremely clear and articulate tone, "Because this is also my home turf."

Lin Feng was stunned: "What? You're Australian, how come Shanghai has become your home turf?"

Piastrelli straightened his back, though sweat was already running into his eyes, forcing him to blink frantically.

"Didn't you know? One-sixteenth of my blood is Chinese." Piastri began earnestly with his family history, "My great-great-grandfather was named Chen Wang. He came from GD province in China."

Upon hearing this, Bottas, who was on the upper steps, opened his eyes with interest: "Oh? Oscar, I've never heard you mention him before. So you're one-quarter Chinese?"

"It's one-sixteenth, Walter," Piastri corrected, then turned to Lin Feng. "My great-great-grandfather, Chen Wang, crossed the vast Pacific Ocean more than a hundred years ago. He endured countless hardships and faced environments far worse than this. The weather in Guangdong is extremely hot and humid; he must have forged an iron will in that scorching heat."

Piastrelli became increasingly agitated as he spoke, even pounding his chest with his fist: "As a descendant of Chen Wang, I inherited his resilience. My one-sixteenth Eastern gene tells me that the Chinese never give up easily! This level of heat simply cannot break a man of Chinese descent!"

After saying that, he tilted his head back and, with a look of grim determination, gulped down a large mouthful of water.

This image is too abstract.

"Oscar, you might have a misunderstanding about the weather in Guangdong." Lin Feng tried to give him a basic geographical lesson. "Guangdong is indeed hot, but they mainly drink herbal tea to cool down. They would never go to a sauna at 100 degrees Celsius in the middle of summer. Besides, I think even if Grandpa Chen Wang was incredibly hardworking back then, if he saw how ripe you look now, he would advise you to go outside and enjoy the air conditioning."

"No! You don't understand the value of this one-sixteenth!" Piastrelli gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck bulging, refusing to budge an inch.

Bottas, sitting atop the table, thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle and burst into laughter: "You've got guts! To test just how pure your Eastern bloodline really is, I'm going to raise the stakes!"

As he spoke, Bottas picked up the bucket and poured the remaining half-bucket of water onto the stove with a "whoosh".

"Sizzle—!"

This time, the steam was so thick it was almost blinding. The temperature indicator needle went straight to the bottom red zone.

"Screw you!" Even with his system skills activated, Lin Feng felt his hair standing on end. He abruptly stood up. "I'm not playing with you two lunatics anymore. I need to stay alive for tomorrow's competition!"

He pushed open the wooden door and rushed out.

A blast of cold air hit him, and Lin Feng gasped for breath, feeling as if he had just escaped death.

Zhou Guanyu was sitting in the lounge eating free watermelon when he saw Lin Feng rushing out like a refugee. He smiled and handed him a slice: "I thought you could really fight that old Finnish monster to the bitter end."

"This temperature is simply unbearable for a human." Lin Feng took the watermelon and took a big bite. The cool, sweet juice instantly extinguished the heat in his body. "Those two inside are no longer human. One is a Finnish god, and the other is an Australian ironman who is barely holding on because of his one-sixteenth Guangdong blood."

About five minutes later.

The wooden door to the sauna was finally pushed open again, and Piastrelli shuffled out, gripping the doorframe with both hands.

"Oscar! Are you alright!" Zhou Guanyu was startled and rushed over to support him.

Piastri gasped for breath, leaning against the wall: "Valtri... he's done for too, he's inside... he's started singing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bottas's voice, full of energy and with great penetrating power, came from the sauna as he sang an unknown folk song in Finnish.

Lin Feng and Zhou Guanyu exchanged a glance and burst into laughter at the same time.