F1: In Ferrari, Schumacher at the start.

Chapter 88: A Dimensional Reduction Attack from Lin Feng

The outdoor track of the Tengyue Club was sweltering.

Twenty professional 125cc go-karts were already lined up in the starting area, their distinctive, sharp roar of two-stroke engines deafening.

These young drivers, with an average age of twelve or thirteen, were fully equipped, wearing professional helmets, thick racing suits, and neatly dressed with rib and neck protectors.

Especially Wang Haoran, who ranked first.

The guy sat in the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel, occasionally revving the engine, and puffs of blue smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe, making quite a show of force.

In contrast, Lin Feng was ranked last.

He hadn't even changed out of his racing suit; he was still wearing that black short-sleeved shirt and baggy shorts. For safety, he just put on an old rib pad from the club and casually picked out a large helmet from the rack and put it on.

"Lin Feng, do you really not need me to find you a racing suit?" Old Sun stood next to Lin Feng's car, shouting loudly in an attempt to drown out the engine noise.

"No need, Coach Sun. It's just ten laps to break a sweat. Wearing that stuff will make me feel stuffy." Lin Feng casually pulled down his mask, resting one hand on the steering wheel. "You can just wave the flag. I'll have them run half a lap first."

"How did you become so arrogant, kid?" Old Sun shook his head with a smile, walked to the side of the track, and raised the green flag in his hand.

"preparation-

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At this moment, the revs of all the go-karts were pushed to their maximum.

The green flag was suddenly waved down!

"Buzz—!"

Twenty go-karts, like wild dogs unleashed, swarmed toward Turn One.

Wang Haoran got off to a good start, taking the lead and seizing the best entry line into the corner, then roaring away with the smaller teams behind him.

Lin Feng, lagging behind, calmly stepped on the gas, and the go-kart launched smoothly forward.

"This car is well tuned; Old Sun's skills haven't declined." Lin Feng muttered with satisfaction, feeling the clear road feedback from the steering wheel.

On the first lap, Lin Feng didn't exert any effort at all. He just followed at the back of the team like an old man taking a stroll, feeling the grip of the tires and the temperature of the track.

But on the second lap, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Kai standing on the sidelines, recording with his phone.

"Forget it, I'd better leave work early and go home to do some practice problems."

Lin Feng's eyes sharpened, and his lazy demeanor vanished instantly.

Ahead lay a series of high-speed S-curves. Several young drivers were crammed together inside, even slightly colliding with each other in their struggle for the line, their rear ends sliding erratically.

Lin Feng didn't slow down at all.

His gaze swept past the cars in front of him and locked onto the final exit point of the S-curve.

At extremely high speed, Lin Feng suddenly turned the steering wheel. The go-kart did not drift at all. Its four wheels gripped the asphalt road surface tightly, like a sharp scalpel, cleanly slicing off three race cars from the outside in one go!

The three young drivers who were overtaken only saw a dark shadow flash before their eyes, and a gust of wind swept by before their lane was blocked.

It's like a game-changer.

Go-karts have no suspension system or differential; cornering relies entirely on the driver shifting their body weight to lift the inside rear wheel, which requires immense physical strength and skill for these children.

But for Lin Feng, who was used to driving F1 cars, driving a go-kart was as easy as driving a bumper car in an amusement park. His body was as stable as if it were welded to the seat, and every shift of his center of gravity was extremely precise.

Third lap, fourth lap, fifth lap.

Lin Feng swept through the crowd with ease, and no matter how the younger drivers tried to defend his inside line, he could always forcefully block their position at the last second before entering a turn.

Boss Zhao and Lao Sun, standing on the sidelines, were stunned.

"This racing line—it looks like it was driven by a machine!" Old Sun gasped. "He's completely figured out these guys' routes. They barely even use the brakes; they're just slowing down by releasing the accelerator and adjusting the car's posture!"

The race has progressed to the sixth lap.

Wang Haoran, who had been leading the race, felt great. He had just set the fastest lap time of the entire event and was feeling very proud of himself.

"Hmph, what F1 driver? I think he's nothing special."

Wang Haoran walked confidently down the straight path of the stands, and subconsciously glanced back.

Upon seeing this, he was so scared he almost peed his pants.

A figure wearing a large black helmet and a short-sleeved shirt was driving a go-kart, tightly wedged against his rear bumper. The two vehicles were less than half a meter apart!

"Damn it, when did he catch up?!" Wang Haoran exclaimed in shock, slamming on the gas pedal.

Entering Turn 4, we find ourselves in a U-shaped hairpin bend.

In order to defend, Wang Haoran decisively abandoned the best driving line and pressed the car tightly against the inside, which is a very standard defensive move.

But Lin Feng doesn't play by the rules at all.

He deliberately took a very wide outside line, and although the speed of entering the corner seemed slow, the go-kart drew a perfect arc in the middle of the corner, aligning the front of the car with the straightaway exit early on.

As Wang Haoran was still struggling to accelerate on the inside line as he exited the corner, Lin Feng's go-kart, carrying terrifying momentum, swept past like a whirlwind from the outside, easily completing the overtake.

Clean and efficient, without the slightest bit of hesitation or sloppiness.

Wang Haoran gritted his teeth inside his helmet, desperately trying to catch up with Lin Feng's tail current and overtake him.

But to his dismay, he discovered that the black go-kart was getting further and further ahead. At every turn, Lin Feng could brake later than him; at every exit from a turn, Lin Feng could accelerate earlier than him.

This gap is not due to the performance of the race car, but rather a visible technological superiority.

Eighth lap.

As Wang Haoran passed through the starting straight, a familiar black go-kart appeared before him once again.

This time, however, Lin Feng wasn't behind him; instead, he was slowly driving past him.

Lin Feng even held the steering wheel with one hand and waved to Wang Haoran with his left hand as a greeting.

It's a ring toss.

On a go-kart track where a lap takes less than a minute, Lin Feng lapped the club's record holder in just eight laps!

Wang Haoran's mind went blank, a sudden buzzing sound.

On the tenth lap, the checkered flag was waved.

Lin Feng crossed the finish line first, then released the throttle, allowing the go-kart to slowly glide back to the pit area using its momentum.

Before long, the other young drivers also drove back one after another.

Everyone took off their helmets, revealing themselves to be covered in sweat and panting heavily.

Although they were thoroughly thrashed, these kids were mostly excited. After all, being able to compete against real professional players was something they could brag about for a whole year back at school.

Only Wang Haoran parked his car in the repair area and did not get out for a long time.

His hands rested limply on the steering wheel, his helmet still on, and his shoulders trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he had suffered a great shock.

"It's over, it's over. You've shattered this kid's worldview." Old Sun leaned over to Lin Feng, lowering his voice with schadenfreude. "He usually acts like he owns the place at the club, but you beat him twice today. This contrast will take him a while to process."

"What do you mean two laps? I overtook him again on the last lap at the S-curve, so it was three laps," Lin Feng corrected.

Boss Zhao quickly came over and handed Lin Feng a bottle of water.

"Xiaofeng, you're being too harsh. At least give him some face. If this traumatizes the kid and he never wants to practice driving again, I'll have lost a promising talent."

Lin Feng took the water, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and smiled indifferently.

"Uncle Zhao, that's how cruel the racing business is. It's better for him to be beaten down here today than to go to Europe and get humiliated by those foreigners. How can he learn his lesson without experiencing a beating?"

After saying that, Lin Feng picked up the bottled water and walked straight toward Wang Haoran's go-kart.

Walking to the car, Lin Feng bent his fingers and tapped Wang Haoran's helmet twice.

"Hey, record holder, are you asleep? Get off the bus."

Wang Haoran stiffened, then slowly unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up. He took off his helmet, revealing a young face still bearing traces of childishness, covered in sweat, with red-rimmed eyes and his lower lip tightly clenched, a stubborn expression on the verge of tears that he was forcibly holding back.

The surrounding friends all quieted down and watched this scene.

Boss Zhao and Lao Sun also watched Lin Feng nervously, afraid that this big star might say something hurtful again.

Lin Feng looked at the stubborn young man in front of him, and his eyes softened.

"The defense at Turn 4 was good; they knew how to cut inside and leave me no space," Lin Feng said, his tone as calm as if he were conducting a post-match technical review.

Wang Haoran was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him incredulously, thinking that Lin Feng had come to kick him while he was down.

"However," Lin Feng changed the subject, directly pointing out the problem, "you braked too late when entering the corner, which caused you to maintain the inside line, but your car's posture was completely off. Your exit speed dropped by at least a thousand kilometers per hour. Do you know what that ten-kilometer speed difference means on a straight?"

Wang Haoran didn't speak, but silently clenched his fists.

He knew, of course, that meant being easily devoured by others.

"You're too obsessed with late braking. Late braking is for overtaking, not for setting lap times." Lin Feng handed him the bottled water. "And your weight transfer—your body isn't relaxed enough in high-speed corners. You're fighting the go-kart, not controlling it."

Wang Haoran took the water bottle, holding it somewhat awkwardly in his hand. His earlier arrogance had completely vanished.

"However, your sense of rhythm in the continuous S-curves is very good." Lin Feng patted his slightly thin shoulder. "You're bold enough to push the accelerator to the limit. This shows that you have a good understanding of the car."

This sentence definitely made Wang Haoran's eyes light up.

"Really?" Wang Haoran's voice was a little hoarse.

"Why would I lie to you? Do you think anyone can keep the lap record on Tengyue?" Lin Feng smiled, his smile revealing the tolerance of an elder.

He took a half step back and looked at the group of young drivers who had surrounded him.

"Racing is not a sport based on seniority. Fast is fast, and slow is slow. I'm faster than you today because I've fallen more and learned more lessons in higher-level races."

Lin Feng's gaze returned to Wang Haoran.

"Kid, keep that arrogance going and use it on the track. Go back and practice your fundamentals."

Lin Feng reached out and ruffled Wang Haoran's spiky buzz cut.

"I hope that in a few years, I'll see your name in European F3 or F2. When that happens, if you dare to challenge me again, I promise I won't lap you three times."

Wang Haoran's eyes were completely red. He sniffed hard and shouted, "You wait! I'll definitely go to Europe! I'll surpass you!"

"Okay, I'll be waiting."

Lin Feng laughed and turned around, waving at Zhou Kai.

"Brother Zhou, let's go, today's class was quite enjoyable."

Boss Zhao and Old Sun exchanged a glance, both seeing satisfaction and approval in each other's eyes.

This kid has not only improved his driving skills, but his manner of dealing with people has also really changed.

The van slowly drove out of the gate of Tengyue Karting Club.

Lin Feng leaned back in his seat, watching the scenery rushing past the window.

"Brother Zhou," Lin Feng suddenly spoke up.

"What's wrong? Are you tired from running this afternoon?" Zhou Kai turned around from the passenger seat.

"No." Lin Feng scratched his head in frustration. "Don't you think we should book a fancy restaurant for the first meeting with my future mother-in-law?"

Zhou Kai paused for two seconds, then burst into wild laughter.

"Lin Feng! You've finally met your match, hahaha!"

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