F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Lin Feng returned to his suite at the Hilton Hotel at 1 a.m.

Ferrari's public relations team practically worshipped him, and they had to use every trick in the book to extricate themselves from the situation.

"Bang."

The moment the door closed, Lin Feng collapsed onto the soft bed, too lazy to even unzip his clothes.

"System, if you don't come out soon, I'm really going to start to doubt that I'm dreaming, and then I'll just die from exhaustion," Lin Feng muttered weakly.

[Ding! Host's physiological state is extremely fatigued. It is recommended to activate "System Deep Interaction Mode".]

hum-

With a soft sound, Lin Feng's consciousness fell into a pure white void.

Here, fatigue vanishes instantly, replaced by absolute clarity.

"Let's settle this. How much wealth do I actually have right now?" Lin Feng rubbed his hands together impatiently and asked.

A pale blue, semi-transparent panel appeared in the void:

[Host: Lin Feng]

Current points: 700

[Item owned: Michael Schumacher trial card (remaining validity: covers the Saudi Grand Prix)]

[Basic Attributes:]

Reaction speed: 88 (top driver level)

Physical endurance: 62 (Amateur fitness enthusiast level, extremely poor!)

Resistance to G-force: 65 (Barely able to maintain high-intensity combat, extremely poor!)

Tire management: 70 (average)

Overtaking instinct: 99 (temporarily overflowing due to the Schumacher template).

"System, your attribute rating is really harsh!" Lin Feng pointed to the two red "Very Poor" marks. "I got pole position, and you only gave me a 62 for physical endurance?"

[Warning: The host's pole position yesterday was purely due to the muscle memory of the Schumacher template, forcibly pushing beyond limits. Without the template's support, the host would lose control of the car on lap 3 of Q3 because the neck muscles couldn't support the G-forces. The race is 50 laps long; given the host's current endurance, hallucinations are expected on lap 15, and fainting is possible on lap 25.]

Lin Feng broke out in a cold sweat.

He recalled the near-paralyzed weakness in his legs when he got off the bus; the system was clearly not joking.

"What are you waiting for! What can you get with 700 points? Give me some more!"

[It is recommended that the host first perform the "Newbie First Win Lottery" to draw an exclusive permanent skill or attribute boost. Currently, due to the host achieving the hidden achievement of "Debut Pole Position," the lottery pool has been upgraded to the "Legendary Pool."]

"Draw! Go all in!"

In the void, a gigantic golden gear began to spin wildly. Countless cards shimmering with starlight flew past Lin Feng's eyes: Senna's rain-soaked performance, Schumacher's consistency, Hamilton's cornering, Alonso's start, Perez's defense...

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the permanent passive skill: [Steel Neck (Upgraded Version)]!]

[Skill Description: Your neck and core muscles will receive permanent structural reinforcement, increasing your G-force resistance to 12G and enabling you to maintain absolute head stability under high loads.]

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the permanent passive skill: [Precision Flow (State of Flow)]!]

[Skill Description: Upon entering match mode, the host's ability to perceive time will be slightly delayed, and dynamic vision will increase by 15.]

"Great!" Lin Feng swung his fist.

These two rewards are a godsend. Especially the improvement in dynamic vision, combined with Schumacher's experience card, he can even feel that he can perform more delicate micro-management in corners.

"System, what's the most efficient way to use the remaining points?"

[It is recommended to spend 200 points to redeem the "Instant Physical Recovery Supplement (Competition Only)," and reserve 500 points to unlock "Deep Virtual Space Training." Within the virtual space, the host can perform 1000 simulated starts and long-distance race simulations. The time flow ratio within the space is 10:1 compared to the outside world.]

"So, I train inside for ten hours, and only one hour passes outside?" Lin Feng's eyes lit up. "Let's do it!"

What followed was nothing short of inhuman torture for Lin Feng.

Within the pure white virtual space, the system simulated a perfect Ferrari SF-24 race car.

"Again! The initial reaction time is still too slow!"

"boom--"

Lin Feng repeatedly pulled the paddle shifter. On a track like Jeddah, where the distance from the start to the first corner is extremely short, a delay of 0.01 seconds means Verstappen can easily exploit the inside defense.

Five red lights, lit up, then went out.

The moment the left hand releases the clutch, the right hand precisely shifts into second gear, while the right foot frantically tests the accelerator on the verge of slipping.

The 100th start.

The 500th start.

The 900th start...

Initially, Lin Feng's reaction time was stable at 0.21 seconds, but with the support of [Precision Flow] and repeated muscle memory, he managed to push this number down to 0.18 seconds, and even occasionally touched the superhuman realm of 0.16 seconds.

"Next, race simulation! 50 laps, non-stop!"

Virtual tracks are generated around the track.

Lin Feng sped alone through the night, the system constantly simulating various unexpected situations: tire blowout, safety car, engine overheating, malicious obstruction from behind...

Under this pressure, he gradually figured out how to save heat consumption of the rear wheels while using Schumacher-style aggressive driving lines and subtle throttle openings.

"So this is the art of tire maintenance..." Lin Feng murmured to himself. On the virtual track, he felt every level of the tire's decline from its peak, and the tactile feedback built up a vast database in his mind.

He didn't know how much time had passed, until Lin Feng felt his consciousness was about to be overwhelmed by the massive amount of data, when he heard a system notification in his ear:

[Virtual training has ended. The host's current physical endurance has been temporarily enhanced from 62 to 75 through high-intensity simulation, and G-resistance has stabilized at 85.]

Six o'clock in the morning.

When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the French windows and shone on Lin Feng's face, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The energy supplement given by the system took effect automatically at the end of the special training. Lin Feng did not feel the expected soreness all over his body. Instead, he felt a sense of lightness and rebirth.

Lin Feng rolled out of bed and walked to the mirror.

The young man in the mirror still had that handsome Eastern face, but his eyes held a newfound composure.

That's the absolute sense of control that comes from pushing the limits of racing thousands of times.

"Keep it up, Lao Ji!"

Lin Feng changed into a clean Ferrari Polo shirt and put on the racing cap with his name printed on it.

As it was the day of the main competition, the area downstairs at the hotel was already packed with enthusiastic fans and media.

"Lin Feng! Look this way!"

"Lin! Win that championship!"

"China Forest, you are a hero of Jeddah!"

Several Saudi local tycoons, dressed in red Ferrari T-shirts, drove their gold-plated Ferrari supercars and revved their engines wildly in front of the hotel, just to cheer on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng boarded the shuttle car under the escort of security guards.

In the crowd, he unexpectedly spotted several international students holding the five-star red flag.

"Go, Feng Ge! You're our pride!"

Seeing this, Lin Feng quickly rolled down the car window and waved to them with a smile.

The shuttle bus slowly drove into the Weichang passage.

Lin Feng got off the bus and swiped his card to enter.

As he passed by the Williams team's pit area, he saw James Wols frowning as he stared at the car's chassis, seemingly worried about the car's stability, with Alexander Albon beside him, his brows also furrowed.

As they passed by the Sauber team, Zhou Guanyu and Bottas were sitting at the entrance drinking coffee. When they saw Lin Feng, the two smiled and raised their glasses in greeting.

Finally, Lin Feng arrived at the entrance of Ferrari's pit garage.

Vassell was still wearing his signature red Ferrari polo shirt today. When he saw Lin Feng get out of the car, he immediately strode over to greet him.

"Lin! How did you sleep last night?" Vasser looked Lin Feng up and down anxiously. "You didn't go to any of those shady parties, did you? You know, Jeddah's nightlife is vibrant, but if you fall asleep in the car tonight, I'll personally sew you into the tires."

Lin Feng patted his chest and smiled confidently.

"Don't worry, Director Va, I feel like I can fly this SF-24 all the way to the moon."

"Great! That's the spirit!" Vaselle laughed and put his arm around Lin Feng's shoulder. "Come on, let's go in. The engineers have prepared a brand new strategy for you. Although Max is yelling that he'll overtake you in three laps, I told them—my driver can do magic."

Lin Feng stepped into the deep red ocean.

The countdown to the main competition has begun, with five hours remaining.