F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

At the moment of starting, the V6 turbocharged engines of the twenty F1 cars in the two rows of the starting grid roared simultaneously, completely swallowing the cheers of the 120,000 spectators.

Lin Feng precisely released the clutch paddle the instant the red light went out, causing the race car's rear wheels to screech violently on the asphalt road, emitting a puff of blue smoke, before shoving the entire race car forward.

The intense push-back sensation pressed Lin Feng firmly into the seat.

"Lin Feng had a fantastic start! He didn't experience any tire slippage!" Commentator Li Bing's voice echoed in the studio. "Alonso, who was in fifth place, was a fraction of a second slower at the start! Lin Feng pulled away! He pulled the car to the left!"

The speed soared to over 100 kilometers per hour in just two seconds.

The straight ends at a long, continuous right-hand bend with a constantly decreasing radius, demanding extremely high levels of downforce from the car and precise braking from the driver.

Ahead, Alonso and Lin Feng, who were positioned on the inside, rushed towards Turn 1.

Alonso, being experienced, immediately turned the steering wheel to the left, attempting to block Lin Feng's path.

The tires of the two race cars were less than half a meter apart.

"Paul, give me full battery output!" Lin Feng shouted, pressing the radio button.

The energy recovery system instantly released the stored electrical energy to the rear axle, increasing the car's top speed again, and it managed to run alongside Alonso's Aston Martin right before entering the braking zone.

A 150-meter sign flashed by.

A 100-meter sign flashed by.

Alonso slammed on the brakes, and the front of the green car lurched downwards.

But Lin Feng did not apply the brakes.

He's still accelerating.

"Lin Feng is still adding oil!" Fei Ge exclaimed in surprise, a chill running down his spine.

Eighty meters.

Seventy meters.

After missing the usual braking point by a full thirty meters, Lin Feng slammed on the brake pedal.

The four carbon ceramic brake discs reached a temperature of 1,000 degrees Celsius in a fraction of a second, emitting a blinding red light.

The powerful braking force caused Lin Feng's body to tilt forward uncontrollably, the seatbelt tightening around his shoulders, and the centrifugal force of up to 5G caused his vision to blur for a moment.

Fortunately, with the system's support, Lin Feng's mind was unusually calm at this moment. He gripped the steering wheel with both hands and corrected the rear of the car, which was twisting wildly due to the hard braking.

Due to extremely late braking, the FW46, with its enormous kinetic energy, managed to overtake Alonso by half a car length before entering the corner!

Turn right at the first bend, Lin Feng is on the outside and Alonso is on the inside.

Alonso, unwilling to give up his position, forcefully threw his car to the outside, causing the two cars' chassis to rub wildly against the curb, leaving two dazzling streaks of sparks over ten meters long on the track.

"F**k, he won't give way!" Alonso yelled over the team radio.

The next turn, number two, immediately turns left.

Since Turn 1 is on the outside, Lin Feng naturally gained the advantage of the inside line the moment he entered Turn 2. He cut through the apex of the corner without hesitation, with his two left tires pressing on the red and white striped shoulder.

Alonso was pushed to the dirty line at the edge of the track, his tires covered in bits of rubber, completely losing traction, and he was forced to ease off the throttle.

"Beautiful! Perfect late braking and cornering!" Li Bing slammed his hand on the table. "Lin Feng outmaneuvered Alonso in the battle from Turn 1 to Turn 3, moving up to fifth place!"

A thunderous cheer erupted from the main stands.

Inside Williams' pit room, James Walls nodded, staring at the telemetry data screen as he pressed the call button: "Good job, Lin. Now keep the pace steady, protect the left front tire, and stay with Sainz ahead."

Lin Feng was currently passing through turn four, his eyes fixed on the red Ferrari race car ahead.

"I understand, the chassis feels great, I can keep up with it."

At the same time, the midstream group also got caught up in a fierce battle.

Zhou Guanyu started in tenth place. He was very steady at the start and avoided collisions with Yuki Tsunoda and Magnussen next to him.

As he entered the sixth hairpin turn, he astutely seized the gap left by the fight between the two Alpine cars ahead and cut in from the inside with a burst of speed.

"Guanyu overtook Ocon at Turn 6! He's moved up to ninth place!"

The broadcast cameras were very accommodating, giving Zhou Guanyu a five-second follow-up shot.

"Both Chinese drivers completed overtaking maneuvers on the first lap! This is an extremely rare sight in the history of Chinese motorsport!"

As the race entered the third lap, the use of DRS was permitted.

The situation ahead of the track is gradually becoming clear.

Verstappen, driving Red Bull, was pulling away, already three seconds ahead of second-placed Leclerc. Hamilton was third, Sainz fourth, and Lin Feng fifth.

Lap 12.

Lin Feng's forehead was covered in sweat, and the stuffy environment inside the fireproof suit was still draining his energy.

"Sainz's right rear tire is starting to degrade." Lin Feng keenly noticed the slight slippage of the red car ahead as it exited the corner. "He's been adjusting the steering wheel at Turn 13."

Paul's voice came through the headset: "Roger that. Hamilton's tires are almost worn out too; he's holding Sainz back. You're now in Sainz's DRS zone. Maintain pressure and be ready to make your move during the window."

On the track, Hamilton, Sainz, and Lin Feng formed a close-knit team, with the three cars less than a second apart.

Fourteenth lap.

After navigating the long right bend of the 13th pier, we enter a straight section that stretches for 1.1 kilometers.

Sainz finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He activated DRS, quickly closing in on Hamilton ahead, and then swerved sharply in front of the hairpin turn 14 in an attempt to overtake.

Hamilton was very experienced; he deliberately braked a little later in the braking zone, forcing Sainz towards the inner non-race line, where the surface was covered with tire debris.

Sainz was forced to slam on the brakes, and the tires locked up instantly, sending up a plume of smoke.

The Ferrari missed the apex of the corner and slid to the outside.

This mistake caused Sainz to exit the corner slowly.

Lin Feng, who had been following behind, suddenly brightened up.

"Now!"

Lin Feng floored the accelerator with his right foot, and the Mercedes engine of the FW46 roared loudly.

Instead of trying to take the usual exit line of the hairpin turn, he cut directly into the cross line, hugging the rear of Sainz's car, and accelerated through from the inside!

"Sains made a mistake, Lin Feng seized the opportunity!" Li Bing roared.

The two race cars were neck and neck on the main straight.

Sainz turned his head and glanced at Williams next to him through his goggles, attempting to use the straight-line advantage of the Ferrari engine to overtake.

Ahead is Turn Sixteen, a high-speed left turn.

Lin Feng occupied the inside line, and he roughly threw the car into the corner, completely ignoring the tire wear, and forcefully blocked Sainz on the outside.

"Lin Feng has overtaken Sainz! He's moved up to fourth place!"

The fans in the stands all stood up.

Gu Ailing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass of the VIP box, pounding on the glass with both hands and shouting excitedly.

Lin Guoqiang's hand holding the phone was trembling so violently that the image on the screen was blurry.

"Well done, Lin! A perfect breakthrough!" Paul's voice was full of excitement.

"Don't get too excited yet." Lin Feng's voice sounded a bit somber. "My front left tire is almost worn out, and I'm understeer extremely badly when cornering."

"Roger that. The rivals are getting ready to pit, Hamilton is complaining to the team about the tires, we're going to execute Plan B. We'll pit this lap for hard tires."

"clear."

Lap 15.

Lin Feng drove the race car into the maintenance lane, trying his best to keep the speed within the 80-kilometer-per-hour speed limit.

In front of Williams' pit garage, twenty mechanics were already on high alert, with four white hard tires laid out on the ground.

The race car stopped precisely at the marked position.

The jack lifted the race car instantly, and four pneumatic wrenches simultaneously made a "click-click-click" sound as they removed the old tires, installed the new tires, and tightened the nuts.

The movements were completed in one smooth motion.

The jack was lowered, and the green light came on.

"Two and a half seconds! Williams made the fastest tire change of the season!" Li Bing exclaimed. "It was a perfect pit stop!"

Lin Feng stepped on the gas and sped out of the repair area.

"The track ahead is clean after the pits. Push to the limit, Lin. Hamilton will definitely pit on the next lap to defend, we need to use the speed from the new tires to complete the undercut!"

The starting position is crucial.

A race car with cold tires is prone to slipping. But Lin Feng didn't bother with the usual warm-up procedures; he pushed the car to its limits. At every corner, the tires screamed under the strain, but he managed to keep the car firmly on the track thanks to his incredible chassis control.

First time slot, fastest!

Second time slot, fastest of the entire event!

Lap 16 ended. Hamilton's car entered the pit lane.

Mercedes' tire change was also quick, taking 2.4 seconds.

As Hamilton drove out of the pit lane, Lin Feng was driving his race car toward the main straight.

The two race cars met at the white line at the exit of the pit area!

Hamilton is inside the white lines, while Lin Feng is on the track.

Because the tires had reached their optimal operating temperature, Lin Feng was nearly 30 kilometers faster than Hamilton, who had just switched to cold tires. The race car, carrying a violent airflow, hugged the white line at the exit of the pit lane and instantly overtook Mercedes!

"Pit stop overtake successful! Lin Feng, utilizing a perfect exit lap and the team's 2.1-second tire change, outmaneuvered Lewis Hamilton!"

"Third place! Lin Feng is now on the podium!"

The broadcast cut to the Mercedes team's pit garage, where team principal Toto Wolff angrily ripped off his headphones and slammed them on the table.

In Williams' pit room, the mechanics hugged and high-fived each other, while James Walls stared at the screen, clenching his fist.

On the track.

Lin Feng glanced at the Mercedes race car, which was getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, and let out a long breath.

"Well done, guys, great tire change," he said over the radio.

"This is what you deserve, Lin. Leclerc is ahead now, five seconds ahead."

Lin Feng gripped the steering wheel tightly.

There are forty laps left in the race.

At this moment, the broadcast switched to the other side.

"Let's take a look at Guan Yu's situation! Sauber also opted to pit on lap sixteen!"

Zhou Guanyu's tire change went very smoothly. After leaving the station, he was still in ninth place and successfully defended against Kakuta's attack from behind.

"Both Chinese drivers are currently in a very favorable position, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, this will undoubtedly be a race that goes down in history!"

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on the racetrack and making the race cars sparkle.