F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Lin Feng took Gu Ailing's hand and walked to the beach volleyball net.

The man who had just slipped and fallen face-first on the beach while trying to save a ball, wearing a red Ferrari baseball cap, was now sitting on the scorching sand, spitting out sand from his mouth and vigorously slapping the dirt off his shorts.

Standing next to him was a tall, beautiful girl in a black bikini, Leclerc's girlfriend, Alexandra.

She held a bottle of mineral water in her hand, looked at her boyfriend with a helpless expression, and handed him a tissue.

"Charles, are you getting used to the run-off area of ​​the Miami circuit in advance?" Lin Feng stopped and looked down at the Ferrari's star driver, teasingly.

Leclerc heard the familiar voice and abruptly looked up.

Upon seeing Lin Feng standing in front of him, the handsome Monaco man immediately sprang up from the sand like a spring, hastily wiping the sand off his face in an attempt to salvage his image.

"Lin? What are you doing here!" Leclerc cleared his throat. "I just lost my balance. The sand on this field is too soft."

"Really? I thought you were using your face to plow the land." Lin Feng walked forward with a smile.

Gu Ailing and Alexandra greeted each other.

Although the two girls weren't particularly close, they had met a few times. Alexandra looked at Lin Feng and Gu Ailing holding hands and gave them a knowing smile.

"Lin, I haven't settled the score with you for what happened at the Shanghai station yet." Leclerc brushed the sand off his body, a strange competitive spirit suddenly igniting within him.

Leclerc was depressed for several days after Lin Feng snatched the runner-up title from him. Now that they had run into each other on the beach, he felt he had to get his revenge.

"Settle accounts? How do you want to settle accounts? Run two laps around here with me?" Lin Feng pointed to the sand beneath his feet.

"Let's play a game of 2v2 beach volleyball!" Leclerc pointed to the net behind him. "It's me and Alexandra against you and Eileen. Are you in?"

Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, and almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Good heavens, are these Monacoians just rushing here to get themselves killed?

He was just worrying about where to use his outrageous "Master-level Beach Volleyball Proficiency" skill when Leclerc offered it to him.

"Play volleyball? I haven't practiced much." Lin Feng deliberately feigned a hesitant look. "Ailing, do you want to play?"

Gu Ailing usually enjoys various outdoor sports, and beach volleyball is naturally one of her favorites.

She immediately nodded: "Sure, I'm just killing time anyway."

"Alright then, Charles, let's make it clear first, friendship comes first, don't get worked up." Lin Feng took off his flashy printed short-sleeved shirt, casually draped it over the beach chair next to him, and walked into the area shirtless.

The competition has officially begun.

The Ferrari duo served first.

Leclerc retreated to the backcourt, took a deep breath, tossed the volleyball high into the air, and then swung his arm to hit it.

The volleyball flew over the net, heading straight for Lin Feng's face.

In Lin Feng's view, the volleyball, which was originally moving quite fast, now had a flight trajectory so clear that even the texture on its surface could be seen.

[Master-level beach volleyball proficiency] instantly took over his muscle memory.

Instead of retreating, he easily took half a step forward and placed his hands in front of him.

The volleyball made a crisp thud, traced an arc, and landed steadily above Gu Ailing at the net.

"Ailing, pass it to me!" Lin Feng shouted.

Gu Ailing understood immediately and lifted the ball high with both hands.

Lin Feng exerted force with both legs, his whole body leaping into the air on the beach, his waist stretched into a full bow in mid-air, and his right arm swung in a wide arc, smashing down hard on the volleyball in mid-air.

"Bang!"

The volleyball slammed heavily onto the sand between Leclerc and Alexandra, creating a small crater before bouncing out of bounds.

Leclerc didn't even have time to react; he only felt a gust of wind brush past his ear.

1:0.

"You call this not having practiced much?" Leclerc stared wide-eyed at Lin Feng, who landed lightly opposite him.

"Good luck, good luck." Lin Feng waved his hand insincerely. "It's my turn to serve."

For the next five minutes, the venue completely transformed into Lin Feng's personal performance show.

Jump serve, powerful spike, net block.

Gu Ailing doesn't even need to run much; she just needs to help transition at the net, and Lin Feng can jump directly from the back row to score.

Leclerc scrambled around the court, making several saves and getting covered in sand, but he just couldn't catch Lin Feng's spikes.

"Timeout! Timeout!" Leclerc waved his hand breathlessly. "Lin, you definitely have professional volleyball training! This isn't fair!"

Just then, a commotion arose from the side.

"Hey Charles, you can't stop Lin on the track, and you can't stop him on the beach either!"

Lin Feng turned his head to look.

Lando Norris and Pierre Gasly were seen standing on the sidelines, holding iced Cokes and wearing large sunglasses, watching the spectacle. Norris was wearing bright pink shorts, while Gasly was dressed in a flamboyant Latin American-style outfit.

These two were clearly taking advantage of the lack of media activity to vacation in South Beach.

"Lando, Pierre, you've come at the perfect time!" Leclerc saw the two and immediately grasped at them like a lifeline. "You two, get on the field! Four men in a 2v2! Lin's just bullying people with a girl all by himself!"

Upon hearing that there was a match, Norris excitedly put down his Coke, quickly took off his shirt, and rushed onto the field.

"Lin, I'll be on your team!" Norris said without hesitation, clinging to Lin's leg.

Gasly also walked onto the field and stood next to Leclerc.

Gu Ailing and Alexandra exchanged a glance, and both girls breathed a sigh of relief.

Playing with these highly competitive professional athletes is really exhausting.

"Then you four take your time fighting, we're going to get some coconuts." Gu Ailing waved her hand and walked out of the arena with Alexandra.

Four active Formula 1 drivers officially formed a men's doubles match on the beach in Miami.

The game resumed.

With the girl gone, the competition between the four men immediately intensified. They usually fought tooth and nail for a fraction of a second on the track, and now that they were on the beach, their competitive spirit remained undiminished.

"Lando, defend the left side! Don't let him shoot straight!" Lin Feng shouted.

"Roger that! My left flank defense is impenetrable!" Norris bent down, placing his hands on his knees, looking ready for anything.

Leclerc on the other side served. This time he was smarter; instead of serving with power, he served a light, drop shot over the net, trying to hit the defensive blind spot between Lin Feng and Norris.

Norris immediately lunged forward, bracing himself with the back of his hand on the sand to barely save the ball.

"Great job! Lando! Your save technique is really good!" Lin Feng praised, then quickly ran to the net and jumped to prepare for a smash.

Gasly leaped high on the opposite side, arms outstretched, attempting to block the net.

"Want to close the door? No way!"

Lin Feng saw Gasly's blocking hand shape in mid-air. In a fraction of a second, he changed the direction of his spike, twisted his wrist, and the volleyball avoided Gasly's hands, crashing heavily into the backcourt defended by Leclerc.

"Score!" Lin Feng and Norris high-fived in celebration.

"Pierre, you missed a defensive line! You need to shut down his attack at the net!" Leclerc complained from the back row.

"He just changed course in mid-air! That was such a sneaky move!" Gasly retorted.

The competition among the four men became increasingly intense, and their shouts grew louder, with all sorts of racing slang being used on the volleyball court.

"Lin, detain him!" Norris shouted.

"Charles, jump a little later!" Gasly was also giving useless instructions.

With the system's skills providing overwhelming power, Lin Feng was practically invincible on the beach. Not only was his offense sharp, but his defense was also impenetrable.

Norris became his sidekick, only responsible for passing the ball high, leaving the rest to Lin Feng.

at the same time.

Under the parasol at the edge of the volleyball court.

Gu Ailing and Alexandra were lying on comfortable beach chairs, each holding a chilled coconut with a straw, leisurely drinking coconut juice.

The two girls completely ignored the four bloodthirsty men not far away.

"What sunscreen did you use today?" Alexandra couldn't help but ask, looking at Gu Ailing's fair and radiant skin that had been exposed to the sun for more than half an hour.

"Lin Feng gave it to me." Gu Ailing picked up the small white bottle without any packaging and handed it over. "He said it's a special supply for the Williams racing team, and it's very waterproof and sweatproof."

Alexandra took the bottle, looked at it, squeezed out a little, applied it to the back of her hand, and smelled it.

"The Williams team can't even reduce the weight of their car's chassis, yet they have the leisure to develop sunscreen?" Alexandra looked incredulous. "But the texture is indeed quite good. The brand I wear tends to smudge easily when I sweat."

"Who knows where he got them from?" Gu Ailing took a sip of coconut juice and changed the subject. "Do you have any plans this afternoon? I heard there's a new boutique in Miami's design district with a wide selection of bags."

"Really?" Alexandra's eyes lit up. "I was just thinking of buying a new bag. Charles has been busy looking at telemetry data all weekend and hasn't had time to go shopping with me."

"Then let's leave them behind and go shopping on our own," Gu Ailing suggested.

"make a deal."

The two hit it off immediately and began a lively discussion about the new spring/summer collections from various brands, ranging from bags to cosmetics, and then to whose outfit was the best in the family quarters of each racing team this weekend.

Occasionally, they would turn their heads to glance at the volleyball court.

All I could see were four men, covered in sweat and sand, shouting and yelling on the field, arguing heatedly over possession of the ball.

"Men are so childish," Alexandra shook her head.

"Indeed," Gu Ailing agreed.

The score on the volleyball court has reached match point.

With a score of 20 to 15, Lin Feng and Norris's team were far ahead.

The game will be over if we score just one more point.

Leclerc gasped for breath, his hands on his knees, sweat dripping down his chin. Today, he truly understood what despair meant. Losing to Lin Feng on the track was bad enough, but to be utterly crushed in a volleyball game on the beach was unacceptable.

"Charles, defend the last ball!" Gasly clapped his hands at the net.

Norris serves.

The serve was very smooth, and Gasly easily received it, passing it to Leclerc in the back row.

Instead of smashing, Leclerc hit a drop shot, which went over the net and landed on Lin Feng's side.

"Leave it to me!"

Lin Feng quickly ran into position and made a perfect diving save, setting the volleyball up.

Norris rushed to the net and lifted the ball high with both hands. The pass was slightly off-center and very close to the net.

Leclerc saw his chance, ran to the net, and prepared to block the ball the instant Lin Feng spiked it. He was determined to stop this final attack.

Lin Feng took a deep breath and suddenly exerted force in his leg muscles.

The height of his leap on the beach made Leclerc and Gasly on the opposite side gasp. His upper body almost completely went over the top edge of the net.

In mid-air, Lin Feng stared directly at Leclerc opposite him, his arm stretched back to its limit.

There were no fancy techniques, no lane changes.

This is an absolute crushing victory in terms of strength and height.

"Bang!"

Lin Feng slammed his hand hard onto the volleyball. The sound was as loud as a gunshot hitting the beach.

The volleyball, carrying a strong gust of wind, pierced through the gap between Leclerc's hands as he attempted to block, and slammed heavily onto the sand less than half a meter in front of him at an almost vertical angle.

The immense impact caused the volleyball to explode upon contact with the sand.

A large cloud of white sand shot into the air like a shockwave from an explosion.

Leclerc was looking up at the ball and had no time to dodge.

"puff!"

The sand hit Leclerc squarely in the face, with most of it flying into his open mouth as he gasped for breath.

The game ended with a score of 21 to 15.

Lin Feng landed steadily.

The entire venue fell silent for two seconds.

Followed by.

"Ptooey! Cough cough cough!"

Leclerc covered his mouth, knelt on the sand, and coughed violently. His face was covered in white sand, and grains of sand clung to his eyelashes; he looked utterly disheveled.

Norris stood nearby, clutching his stomach and collapsing onto the beach from laughing. Gasly turned around as well, his shoulders shaking, clearly trying to suppress his laughter.

Lin Feng quickly went over and handed Leclerc a bottle of water.

Leclerc took the water and rinsed his mouth several times before spitting out the sand.

He raised his head, stared at Lin Feng with resentful eyes, and roared loudly.

"Lin! Why are you so aggressive on the beach! Trying to shove the ball straight into someone's mouth is completely unsportsmanlike!"

Lin Feng shrugged and laughed carefree.

"Charles, the rules of volleyball are that you score when the ball lands. I spiked it in bounds, so that's a good shot. As for you eating sand, that's an unavoidable event in a racing accident. There's no FIA safety car on this beach."

Leclerc was speechless and could only angrily throw the empty water bottle in his hand onto the sand.

"We won! Lin, we're the strongest doubles team on South Beach!" Norris got up from the ground, ran over, and jumped up and bumped chests with Lin Feng.

Four men lay sprawled out on the beach, letting the Miami sun shine on them and breathing in the sea breeze.