F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Jeddah Coastal Circuit, vehicle inspection area.

The three numbered plaques representing the top three finishers in the qualifying rounds have been set up.

Lin Feng drove his Ferrari SF-24 and slowly stopped behind the number 1 license plate, which represented the highest honor.

The engine shut off, and the world suddenly fell silent, with only the thunderous cheers from the stands faintly coming through the helmet.

"call--"

Inside the cockpit, Lin Feng let out a long breath.

Although the "Schumacher Peak Experience Card" lasted for the entire weekend, the driving style that pushed nerve reactions and muscle strength to inhuman limits finally backfired the moment the car came to a stop.

As the adrenaline receded like a tide, Lin Feng felt so sore that he could barely lift a finger, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead, trembling uncontrollably.

"Holy crap... this F1 is inhuman. No wonder those drivers all have necks thicker than their thighs," Lin Feng cursed inwardly.

He took a deep breath, pulled off the steering wheel, braced his hands on either side of the cockpit, and tried to do what those F1 drivers did after winning pole position on TV: jump out of the cockpit in style and stand on the hood of the car to raise his arms and shout.

"rise!"

Lin Feng exerted a sudden burst of strength, and as soon as his upper body leaned out of the cockpit, his two legs, which had long been out of control, instantly went weak.

"Oh no!"

Lin Feng's foot slipped on the carbon fiber body of the car, and he fell forward uncontrollably.

To avoid falling flat on his face in front of the world's media cameras, he grabbed the car's hood at the last second and knelt heavily on one knee on the car's nose. Exhausted, he could only lower his head and press his helmeted head deeply against Ferrari's dazzling prancing horse emblem, panting heavily.

This was actually an extremely embarrassing and exhausting move. Lin Feng was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the car body with his toes.

"Oh no, I failed to show off this time, and now I'm going to become the subject of all the internet's meme videos."

However, Lin Feng completely underestimated the audience and media present at that moment.

Amidst hundreds of cameras and microphones, on this Jeddah night bathed in starlight and red fireworks.

This 20-year-old Chinese prodigy, who was called upon in a critical moment and scored the decisive goal against Verstappen without any preparation, did not arrogantly shout like others after getting out of the car. Instead, he knelt down on one knee with utmost reverence, lowered his proud head, and affectionately kissed the red vehicle that had fought alongside him!

This scene is filled with the ultimate sense of classical heroism, tragedy, and sacredness!

"Snap! Snap! Snap!"

The flashes went off wildly, almost turning the night into day.

The official broadcast captured this scene on camera, showing it to viewers around the world without missing a single second.

Sky Sports commentator Croft was deeply moved by the scene: "Oh my god! Look at this! What a touching moment! Lin Feng, this incredible young man, after completing a miraculous victory, didn't boast, but instead knelt down to pay tribute to his car! This is why Ferrari always brings tears to our eyes!"

Chinese netizens went completely crazy:

[So cool! That kneeling pose to kiss the prancing horse is like a masterpiece!]

[Lin Shen: Don't bow your head, or your crown will fall! This is the true king of cool, so elegant!]

I cried watching this; his love for racing is genuine! Who said he was just coasting along?!

[The best F1 news photo of the year has been chosen: "The Coronation of the Red Knight!"]

At this moment, Verstappen, who had parked in position 2, and Leclerc, who had parked in position 3, also got out of their cars.

Verstappen looked at Lin Feng, who was kneeling on one knee in front of the car like a statue, and his lips twitched: "This guy, not only does he drive aggressively, but he's also good at showing off. It makes me feel like I'm uncultured just for waving my hand."

Leclerc strode forward, grabbed Lin Feng who was still panting heavily and whose legs were too weak to stand, and gave him a tight hug.

"Well done, bro! You saved Ferrari's weekend!" Leclerc excitedly patted Lin Feng on the back. "But that kneeling kiss you did was so cool! If I'm on the podium tomorrow, I'll do that too!"

With Leclerc's help, Lin Feng managed to stand up straight: "I didn't... I didn't... my legs just went weak..."

Unfortunately, no one listened to his explanation.

Amid cheers from the crowd, Lin Feng walked "steadily" toward the post-match interview area.

David Coulthard, the legendary interviewer, had been waiting there for quite some time.

"Lin! Congratulations on your first career pole position! This is absolutely one of the craziest debuts in F1 history!" Coulthard handed over the microphone, his eyes filled with amazement. "Tell us, without any practice sessions, how did you manage to corner perfectly against Verstappen's incredible lap time pressure on the last corner?"

Lin Feng took off his helmet, revealing a head of black hair completely soaked with sweat, and his handsome Eastern face appeared somewhat pale under the light.

He took the microphone, caught his breath, and then spoke to the camera in an extremely casual tone:

"How did I do it? Well... actually, my mind went completely blank at the time. I just closed my eyes, slammed on the brakes, and prayed to my boss, Vassal, in my heart: if I crash this car, please don't deduct money from my meager salary."

This remark caused the entire audience to burst into laughter.

Kutterhard was also amused: "It seems Vassell's wallet has given you tremendous motivation. So, what are your expectations for tomorrow's main event? Do you think you can stop these hungry wolves behind you?"

Lin Feng turned to look at Verstappen, who was standing beside him staring at him: "Expectations? My only expectation is that Ferrari's logistics will keep their promise. I said before qualifying that if I got pole position, I would add two chicken legs to my lunchbox. If they can upgrade the chicken legs to tomahawk steaks tomorrow, then I guarantee that no one will be able to see the taillights of this car."

This post-match interview went viral on Twitter and Weibo in just ten minutes.

#Lin Feng kneels on one knee and leaps on a horse#

#Lin Feng: No chicken leg, no drive#

#The most arrogant substitute in F1 history#

The entry completely dominated the charts!

The crew of Netflix's "Speed ​​Racer" excitedly hugged each other in the filming area: "This kid is a natural for variety shows! The ratings are saved this year!"

……

After the tedious FIA weigh-in and post-race press conference, Lin Feng, dragging his nearly broken body, finally returned to Ferrari's locker room.

As soon as he pushed open the door, a green figure rushed over like a cannonball and grabbed him tightly!

"Holy crap! Be gentle! Brother Guanyu, it's broken, it's broken, the bone is going to break!" Lin Feng screamed in agony.

Zhou Guanyu, his face flushed with excitement, ruffled Lin Feng's hair roughly: "You kept this from me for so long! You pretended to be a newbie and ate boxed lunches with me every day in the Sauber garage, but the moment you got in the Ferrari, you went straight for pole position?! Do you know how scared I was when I saw you brake so late at the first corner?!"

"I'm not faking it, that old man Vaselle forced me to drive it." Lin Feng slumped onto the sofa. "This car is so hard to drive, I don't even have the strength to press the clutch anymore."

"Don't give me that! You'd better stay calm in tomorrow's race. We're miles behind at the starting line, so I can't stop Verstappen for you." Zhou Guanyu sat down next to him with a smile, his eyes full of pride.

After all, seeing the five-star red flag flying at the forefront because of compatriots in a top-level competition in a foreign land is an unparalleled source of pride.

Just then, Lin Feng's phone, which was on the table, started vibrating wildly.

Caller ID: Dad.

As soon as Lin Feng answered the video call, his father Lin Jianguo's hoarse voice came through the screen:

"You brat!!! You...you've really made something of yourself!!! Your old man just downed three shots of Erguotou in front of the TV! Old Li and the other guys who used to laugh at me for going to Europe to do odd jobs are now lining up to call me Uncle Lin!"

The screen shook, and Mom snatched the phone away, her eyes red and teary. "Xiaofeng, are you alright? I saw you kneeling on the ground when you got out of the car. Did you hurt yourself somewhere? Tell me the truth, did that capitalist force you to fight?"

Seeing his parents' proud yet worried expressions, Lin Feng felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and his initial fatigue dissipated considerably.

"Mom, I'm fine. That kneeling... cough, that was me thanking the race car. Foreigners fall for that." Lin Feng said this nonsense with a straight face. "Your son is doing great now. Get ready to watch the live broadcast tomorrow night. I'll bring you a trophy!"

"Okay, okay! Just do your best, safety first, and whatever you do, don't get into a direct confrontation!" Mom gave me a long list of instructions on the other end of the screen.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa.

Just then, the system notification sound, which had been silent for several hours, finally rang out again from the depths of my mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for completing the main quest: Survive in ranked matches and advance to Q3.]

[Mission Exceeded Expectations Rating: S+ (Pole Position)!]

[Reward issued: 500 system points, bonus reward: 200 system points. Current total points: 700 points.]

[Ding! Detected that the host will be playing their first professional match tomorrow. Current status calculation in progress...]

[Main Quest Released: Defend the Lead!]

[Mission Requirements: In tomorrow's Saudi Grand Prix, regardless of what happens after the start, you must maintain P1 (first place) at the end of the first lap, and your final race finish time must not be lower than a podium finish (top three).]

[Mission Reward: One chance to draw an exclusive skill pack; Attribute Points: Dynamic Vision Enhancement (Beginner).]

[Failure Penalty: For the next three Grand Prix paddock events, you may only wear a special team jersey printed with "I'm a Noob" during all public activities.]

"Another punishment! System, do you have some kind of special fetish?!" Lin Feng cursed in his mind.