F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

As one of the most attended and longest-running Formula 1 races of the year, the British Grand Prix paddock is never short of big names.

More than 140,000 fans flocked to the event, and behind the paddock gates that kept ordinary spectators out, the scene was even more star-studded than a Hollywood red carpet.

After finishing his final technical briefing of the morning, Lin Feng, escorted by his bodyguard and public relations manager Chloe, struggled through the crowded passageway to return to the lounge for lunch.

"There are just too many people. I can barely find a place to stand," Lin Feng complained, dodging a broadcasting crew member carrying a huge camera.

"This is Silverstone's main day, Lynn," Chloe followed closely behind. "All the big shots in Britain, even all of Europe, are flocking here today. Look ahead."

Lin Feng looked in the direction Chloe pointed and saw two extremely eye-catching men standing at the entrance of the Red Bull team's reception area.

One was a blond giant who was nearly two meters tall, none other than Erling Haaland, the star striker of Manchester City in the English Premier League. Standing next to Haaland was Manchester City's manager, Pep Guardiola.

"They're probably here to cheer on Max, after all, they've won so many championships they're practically rolling in them," Lin Feng clicked his tongue in amazement.

Further on, we passed the Mercedes team's huge, all-black pit garage.

George Russell was in a great mood today, beaming as he explained the buttons on the steering wheel to a young woman. The woman, dressed casually in jeans, was laughing heartily—she was Millie Bobby Brown, the actress who rose to global fame with "Stranger Things."

Meanwhile, the Ferrari camp next door is no less impressive.

Emilia Clarke, dressed in red, is standing in front of a Ferrari race car, chatting and laughing with Leclerc.

"Even Daenerys Targaryen is here." Lin Feng glanced at her a few more times.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Feng suddenly felt a light tap on his shoulder.

He turned his head, about to say sorry, but he froze.

The man standing in front of him was dressed in a low-key black motorcycle jacket, with his signature medium-length hair and beard. He had a deep and unruly air about him. Although time had left its mark on his face, it was still so handsome that it was impossible to ignore.

Keanu Reeves.

This Hollywood star is a well-known avid racing and motorcycle enthusiast, and he appears at one or two F1 races almost every year.

"Hey, sorry, there are too many people." Keanu's voice was deep and gentle as he smiled apologetically at Lin Feng.

As a veteran gamer who had played Cyberpunk 2077 countless times in his past and present lives, Lin Feng's DNA instantly kicked in. He completely ignored Chloe's urging gaze and stepped forward to extend his hand.

"Keanu! I'm Lin Feng. Can we take a picture together?"

"Of course, Lin. I watched your qualifying yesterday, you drove great." Keanu clearly recognized the rising Chinese star who had recently been making waves in the paddock, and moved a little closer in a very friendly manner.

Lin Feng took out his phone, skillfully switched to selfie mode, and pressed the shutter.

After taking the photo, Lin Feng put away his phone, looked into Keanu's eyes, and solemnly uttered a classic line:

"Wake the f**k up, Samurai. We have a city to burn."

Keanu paused for half a second before realizing that it was Johnny Silverhand's line.

He tilted his head back, let out a hearty laugh, and patted Lin Feng's shoulder heavily.

"Hahaha! Good lad! Then you're in charge of burning down Silverstone this afternoon. Good luck!"

"Thank you for your kind words."

After saying goodbye to Keanu Reeves, Lin Feng was in high spirits. With the joy of successfully meeting his idol, he finally squeezed back into the Williams team's pit lane.

As soon as they entered, they saw team leader James Walls standing in front of the data table, chatting enthusiastically with an elderly man with gray hair.

This old man is none other than Rowan Atkinson, the world-renowned comedy master and the actor who plays "Mr. Bean".

Don't be fooled by his comedic on-screen persona; in real life, Rowan Atkinson is a hardcore racing veteran and supercar collector. His understanding of racing mechanics and aerodynamics rivals that of some average racing team engineers.

"James, the sidepod cut-off design on your car is very interesting. But in high-speed corners, the airflow through the chassis still seems a bit unstable." Rowan Atkinson was discussing racing technology with the team leader with a serious expression.

James nodded repeatedly, as if speaking earnestly to the technical director: "You're right, Rowan. Our wind tunnel data does show that some downforce is lost in crosswinds. We're trying to compensate with mechanical grip."

Lin Feng didn't go up and disturb this hardcore car enthusiast gathering. He turned and walked towards the rest area to grab a sports drink.

His gaze swept across the room and he spotted his teammate Alexander Alben.

Alben started tenth today and looked very relaxed. His girlfriend, He Muni, made a special trip to Silverstone this weekend.

She was dressed in casual sportswear and sat on Alben's lap. The two chatted and laughed softly, oblivious to everyone around them, occasionally touching foreheads sweetly. The mechanics passing by smiled and greeted them as if they were used to it.

Lin Feng stopped and silently sent a WeChat message to Gu Ailing, who was far away in Canada:

[Photo (candid shot of Alben and He Muni)]

[Lin Feng: Alex, that womanizer, is openly showing off his love in the P-room. I think I need to visit the set too.]

The other party replied instantly.

[Gu Ailing: Come on! First, make sure you don't fall out of the top three today.]

Lin Feng stared at the screen and sighed in despair. While others had girlfriends kissing and hugging them before their matches, he only had the system's "shit-smelling feast" hanging over his head. The difference was just too great.

Just as Lin Feng was feeling sorry for himself, a slight disturbance suddenly broke out in the passageway outside Williams' P room.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! The machine is coming over!"

Several crew members wearing baseball caps pushed a heavy camera crane, forcibly clearing a path through the crowd.

The production team of "Racing Madness" was clearly making the most of the last moments before the race to shoot establishing shots.

The already crowded paddock became even more congested after they stirred things up.

Racers, celebrities, reporters, and film crews holding microphones mingled together, creating a lively scene.

2:45 PM.

With only fifteen minutes left before the warm-up lap, the starting grid was already packed.

As the emcee announced, all the noise gradually subsided.

The Royal Air Force Red Arrows aerobatic team roared over Silverstone Circuit, leaving trails of red, white, and blue smoke.

The entire audience of 140,000 people stood up and sang the British national anthem, "God Save the King."

Twenty drivers lined up in two rows at the very front of the starting grid.

However, two uninvited guests have entered this serious scene.

For the film's shooting needs, Brad Pitt and Damson Idris, dressed in ApexGP black and gold racing suits, walked seriously into the driver team.

Moreover, they were standing right next to the Ferrari duo, Leclerc and Sainz, who were ranked eleventh and twelfth respectively.

Leclerc turned to look at Brad Pitt beside him, whose expression was resolute and who was completely immersed in his role. A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes, as if to say, "Ferrari may be struggling this year, but we shouldn't be relegated to being ranked alongside fictional teams, should we?"

Sainz seemed unfazed, and even secretly gave a V-sign to the camera next to him.

Lin Feng, standing at the front of the line, had no interest in the Hollywood film crew at all.

The moment the national anthem ended, he turned around and strode quickly toward race car number 28, which was parked in the fourth starting grid.

Climbing into the cramped cockpit, the mechanic quickly fastened his five-point harness. Lin Feng put on his helmet, his vision narrowed by the goggles, isolating him from all the noise of the outside world.

"Lin, radio check." The game engineer Paul's voice came through the headset, calm and focused.

"Received, sound is clear." Lin Feng took a deep breath, gripped the steering wheel with both hands, and habitually checked the positions of the knobs with his thumbs.

"The system is working perfectly. Track temperature is 32 degrees Celsius, air temperature is 22 degrees Celsius. There is no risk of rain. We'll start on yellow tires," Paul reported.

"clear."

The people in the departure bay began to evacuate quickly, and the thermal blankets were torn off.

"One minute countdown, start the engine."

Lin Feng pressed the start button, and the race car engine let out a deep roar, followed by mechanical vibrations that spread throughout his body.

The green light comes on, and the tire warming process begins.

Lin Feng followed closely behind Norris's McLaren race car. On the straight, he frantically swerved the steering wheel left and right, making the tires rub against the asphalt to raise their temperature as much as possible. At the same time, he slammed on the brake pedal at every point, warming up the brake discs.

The tire warm-up period is over.

One by one, the race cars returned to their respective starting grids.

Lin Feng precisely parked the race car within the white frame of the fourth grid line. He revved the engine high, and the roar of the engine echoed throughout Silverstone, like a ferocious beast trapped in a cage about to break free.

On the departure signal light ahead.

The first red light came on.

Lin Feng's breathing became somewhat heavy.

The second lamp, the third lamp, the fourth lamp, the fifth lamp.

All five red lights are on!

Two seconds of silence followed as the eyes of all 140,000 people in the stadium were fixed on the air in mid-air.

Five red lights, go out!