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"Gentlemen, there are still four hours before the main match, and the current weather is not satisfactory. According to the latest news, it is very unlikely that it will improve in a short time."

This was the first sentence Huo Ying heard when he entered the conference hall.It is said to be a conference hall, but it is actually a media room next to the arena. During summer thunderstorms, through the floor-to-ceiling windows, one can see the rain covering the track and the dark clouds rolling in the sky.

The room was only half the size of a basketball court, and scattered folding chairs were placed temporarily. The drivers wore the uniforms of their respective teams and sat around several desks that were put together. Disputing about something, there were several FIA staff members in suits and leather shoes sitting in front of the desk, among them a white-haired old man with a British accent was explaining the weather conditions and maintaining order, "Gentlemen, please be quiet, thank you, thank you."

Qiu Shili stood in the back row, together with several colleagues, looking at his drivers like cabbages.As soon as he saw Huo Ying, his eyes flashed, and he beckoned Huo Ying to come over. "It's too late." He moved his position, a few steps away from other team managers, and lowered his voice extremely low, "Xiaofeng just has a stubborn head. donkey!"

"What's going on?" Huo Ying quickly found his own among the crowd of backs, with fiery red team uniforms, silver hair hanging around, and Erlang legs slumped.

"Samuel, that's the only one," Qiu Shili pointed to the Mercedes driver sitting on the far left in the first row with his chin, who is currently the number one favorite for the championship, "he proposed to cancel the race, and the organizers Immediately notify 25 drivers to show their hands to vote. Just now I asked Xiaofeng to think carefully, guess what he said? He said Samuel was farting."

"Haha, it's normal." Huo Ying folded his arms and smiled.

He looked at the middle-aged driver with the three-pointed star printed on the back of the white coat. In fact, he was his old opponent. During the years when Huo Ying won the championship frequently, Samuel always clung to the second place. He was old , full of experience, vicious tricks, and rigorous tactics, he has always been a formidable enemy that cannot be ignored.

At this time, the rival was over 35 years old, with thinning blond hair neatly attached to his scalp, and he was speaking impassionedly, carefully making his statement with a strong German accent, "Now I call everyone This meeting is held because everyone with rich experience here knows very well that only when the weather and vehicle conditions are perfect, the risk of an accident after you step on the accelerator is 20%. Let’s look at today’s situation "He pointed out the window, very politely, put his five fingers together, and his movements were as standard as radio gymnastics, "The risk will far exceed this conservative value, which is not what we should bear. It is also possible that the Austin track is called the grave It turns out that it is the most stupidly designed, cruelest, and most outdated track in the world. It is no wonder that your car, including mine, is called a small coffin. Therefore, I solemnly suggest that today’s race be canceled. It is also for your safety and for the reputation of the FIA."

"This buddy is still so good at nagging." Huo Ying said angrily, bumping Qiu Shili's shoulder.

"Old Youtiao, you are the best at speaking in a high-sounding manner, and farting that makes sense—" Qiu Shili yawned like a cat.

The room fell silent in an uproar, and suddenly, discussions erupted again. Seven or eight drivers surrounded Shi Yufeng, as if waiting for him, the second in line, to say something. Huo Ying also shifted his angle and stared intently. Looking in that direction, Shi Yu Feng still looked sleepy, tilting his head, silently meeting Samuel's gaze.

At this time, a McLaren novice who signed a contract and competed for the first time this year stood up and raised his hand to signal that he would speak, "Then we won't get the appearance fee?"

"That's right," another French driver also raised his hand. After the white-haired old man behind the desk nodded, he stood up. "This is simply nonsense. Who will bear the cost of transportation and logistics?"

Samuel frowned and looked at the two of them, "That's right, I really don't know who will bear your current loss. I only know that if you die on the track, you can't afford the loss. But it's gone For the appearance fee, you can at least keep your life alive."

This is not a wise statement, and the rational demeanor just disappeared in an instant. It can be seen that Samuel was eager to produce a result, but it was understood by everyone as a kind of contempt—the discussion exploded again, with mixed accents, and the drivers stopped three times. From then on, everyone in the FIA ​​began to tap the microphone to maintain order.

"Oh, I'm relieved," Qiu Shili approached Huo Ying, and said slowly, "It is estimated that this game will still be held anyway, and the broadcasting rights have long been sold to TV stations in various countries. Everyone wants to watch the madman who retired the defending champion Can the little boyfriend be the refurbished defending champion? It’s just right, and it suits Xiaofeng’s wishes, so I want him to retire? It doesn’t exist.”

"Then do you think something will happen to him?"

"Who knows," Qiu Shili bit his lip, "What do you think? Will you be young and widowed?"

Huo Ying ignored his teasing, but continued to look at Shi Yufeng's side face from a distance, and said softly, "Actually, it's useless if you ask me to come, I don't want him to quit. We have to trust him, he is only 19 years old , what he insists on now, of course we have to stick to it with him, and we can’t let him wear himself out,” he opened the data in his phone and explained to Qiu Shili, “You see, he is only worse than Samuel now. 13 points. According to Lao Sai's performance in recent years, the possibility of falling outside No.4 is basically zero. He is firmly in second place. No.1 accumulates 25 points per game, and No.2 accumulates 18. Think about it , chasing 7 points at a time—"

At least two games to tie.In these two races, for stability, Shi Yufeng had to ensure that he would get the No.1 result from the start of qualifying, start from pole position and pass the line first.

Before Huo Ying could finish these words, when Yu Feng stood up suddenly, he did not ask for permission from the Vice Chairman of the Automobile Federation, and opened his mouth directly. This was actually within Huo Ying's expectation. "The cancellation of the game also means that you can basically win the championship." He looked at Samuel with a bit of sharpness and a bit of indifference, and did not wait for the other party to explain. "In fact, it means that I, and everyone here, Both greatly reduce the possibility of catching up with points."

The echo echoed in an instant, "Yes, this is Samuel's wishful thinking!" "Feng is right, maybe Samuel is just afraid, afraid of his so-called risks, and even more afraid of being caught up and losing the championship! "What the hell are we doing here without driving? Eating a Texas-style chicken taco?" And so on.

"Indeed, I'm afraid, aren't you afraid?" Samuel spread his hands in the face of such controversy, showing a standard smile, "Then let's listen to how Mr. Shi plans to avoid risks?"

Shi Yufeng tilted his head again, and looked at him with a smile, "Does anyone here play racing cars to avoid risks? A person's grasp of risks depends on his skills."

Samuel's face turned gray, and he seemed to be trying to maintain an amiable attitude, "I was the champion the year before last, and last year, if no one here has broken my record, then I'm afraid no one is qualified to talk to me about technology—especially It’s the brat who missed the game rashly last year due to psychological pressure, and still has inexplicable patterns on his face today.”

Shi Yufeng didn't show any anger, and Huo Ying broke into a cold sweat. He thought he would say "Let's compare it" and then walked away, but he heard him ask lightly: "Then, if the speed is faster than you, Are you qualified to discuss it?"

"Of course, sir." Samuel nodded slightly, biting the word "Gentleman" hard, mockingly.

"That's easy to handle. You should have never broken a single person's record, no matter which track you are on," Shi Yufeng suddenly turned to look at Huo Ying, with a very handsome and magnanimous smile on his face. With mischievous slyness, "Mr. Samuel, would you like to have a discussion with the record holder at the Austin Speedway?"

Although Huo Ying was caught off guard, he had seen similar scenes even bigger ones. He was even a desperado who had raced in a snowy day and had a lot of quarrels, so he wouldn't panic now, " Hello." He smiled at the faces turning towards him, and amidst the rapid boiling, he said flatly, "If you need some outdated advice from me, welcome."

When Samuel saw him, his expression changed suddenly, "Mr. Vice Chairman, I am applying for the temporary avoidance of irrelevant personnel. 25 drivers are enough—"

Shi Yufeng was in a hurry now, as was a series of drivers. Seeing that they were about to surround Samuel, the white-haired old man hurriedly smoothed things over, "OK, OK, gentlemen, don't be impatient, now— — Raise your hand if you support canceling the game.”

Six riders, including Samuel, raised their right arms.

"Please raise your hand if you support the game as usual."

Huo Ying counted, fourteen, half of them passed, and five abstained.

"Okay, that's the decision," the white-haired vice president closed his notebook and heaved a sigh of relief. He was easy and decisive enough, "At four o'clock this afternoon, the game will continue. Come on, lads."

At 5:[-] p.m., when the countdown was [-] minutes, the grid was still full of people, and each team was finishing up their drivers and cars for the last time.The rain still didn't stop, but the temperature didn't drop, and the air became more and more humid. Shi Yufeng's face was sprayed with a lot of cooling spray, and a layer of anti-fog material was added to his helmet. He put three mints in his mouth Crushed the sugar and swallowed it, put on the fire-proof hood and the helmet, turned around and saw Huo Ying coming, wearing a snow-white technician uniform, braving the rain, his hair was wet in locks, curled up a little, leaned over and squatted in his car beside.

"I know you're fine," he tugged at Shi Yu Feng's hand, through the glove, stroked his fingers one by one, then put Shi Yu Feng's shoulder, and pressed down, "The ground is more slippery than we imagined, it's already wet If you put on rain tires, you must use them, don’t worry about whether others use them or not.”

"En." Shi Yufeng nodded.

"I have driven two races in this kind of weather. I didn't use rain tires in the first race. I suffered a big loss in Austria. I slid like ice skating. I went back to the maintenance station to change it halfway. I had to submit an application with the manager, which was very delayed. It’s something,” Huo Ying opened the front cover of the helmet again, and gently touched Shi Yufeng’s lower eyelids. The name written the night before could only reveal a small portion of radicals from the eye hole of the helmet, “You must have There is no speed advantage, and it is not as good as those stupid forks with bare tires. After [-] laps, you can be proud of the world. This kind of ground wears faster, so it is agreed that you must come back every eight laps at most , I'll wait for you at the maintenance station."

Shi Yufeng still nodded, "I'll give you the first one when I come back."

"Success, then I'll wait." Huo Ying put his elbows on his knees, his eyes were misty and bright, and there were expectations in them, but more, it was a kind of air-like and natural belief, "For you I am more and more relieved. I found out how you feel about this profession. How should I put it? You are not a passionate type, but a rational type. You have tilted your head to look at everything you want to do, and you have thought about it in your heart. Don't be in tune, the thieves are sure inside, and they won't pit themselves in."

"Oh, but I'm thinking now," Shi Yufeng just tilted his head and smiled, "The helmet is not good. I can't kiss you."

Huo Ying patted him, "Come back and kiss again!"

The signal lights flashed, the radio sounded, and the 1-minute countdown began. All technicians retreated to the shed, and Shi Yufeng started the engine. The opening of an F1 race is always as sharp as a sharp knife. In the wireless headset, the countdown numbers are getting smaller and smaller. I got myself step by step, approaching the moment when I stepped on the accelerator.

In front of him was the pouring gray rainstorm and the milky white fog, and he knew that they would roll towards him in a hurry.Calm down, Shi Yufeng told himself, he thought over Huo Ying's previous advice that was not enough, strangely, he didn't seem to think about anything in his heart.

He was much calmer than he expected.

Indeed, the rain made him shudderingly cold, and the scar on his neck was aching. The near, far, past, present, all kinds of senses and intuitions did still wash over him. When he came to rescue, Shi Zhanyang cursed, thought of the dagger, and panic caused by unknown intuition, just like every heavy rain, there are even hidden thunders dormant in the cracks of dark clouds.However, when the warm-up lap passed, he stopped at the pole position, and the signal light flashed again - in the blink of an eye after starting, the only feeling he felt was that the blood suddenly boiled in the veins of his whole body.

Yep, unmistakably, he's on the Austin track.The owner of this track—and only the record holder is qualified to be the owner of an F1 track—is the person who encouraged him when he was a stranger, the ultimate object of his longing, and even his lover.He can't be afraid, can't lose control, he must keep the honor of idol from that headstrong German guy.

For so many years, since playing karting at the age of 13, what Shi Yufeng wants to do is to keep a god?

He sealed it, he worshiped it, his god.

Since you are late, you must run quickly.The idol must sit on a rosette carved by him.

In that race, Yu Feng didn't know how he finally drove off. His mind was in a state of emptiness, and all his movements were instinctive. The water was splashed, and this advantage has continued, but he still doesn't feel any tiredness, confusion, nothing, only Huo Ying's call to the technician in the maintenance station is very clear.

Dozens of laps passed like this, and I don’t know how many pairs of tires were worn out. Finally, he passed the checkered flag, stopped steaming on the maintenance lane, and breathed quietly for a while, only to realize that the tie rod was broken by himself, and the fracture was pierced. He didn't feel much pain when he got into the glove and into the palm of his hand. He only saw the gurgling blood, which was washed down by the rain and wiped on the team uniform, but he couldn't see it anymore.

"Feng? Feng, are you okay!" The first to rush forward were the two servants in charge of his health. They took off Yu Feng's helmet, which was soaked inside and out, and squeezed an electrolyte drink into his mouth. Looking at each other with strange symbols on their cheeks.

But Shi Yufeng didn't answer their various questions about his body. In the roaring rain, he supported the body and the ground, got out of the car, jumped over the protective fence, and hugged the hurriedly running man. Huo Ying, in the gray rain, that man was so white and dazzling.

"Am I the number one?" Shi Yu Feng was about to lose his strength and was drowsy, but he asked knowingly, "Brother Ying, am I the number one." As he spoke, he wiped away the rain on Huo Ying's face with the back of his hand, or the rain in it. There were tears again, and I kissed him softly, and there was still the smell of mints chewed before departure in that kiss.

"You are, you are!" Huo Ying responded with a hoarse voice.

"Then," Shi Yu Feng bit his lip, then held it in his mouth again, and said with the tip of his tongue against the root of his teeth, "Marry me."

Huo Ying smiled, put away the haste just now, and agreed humbly, Shi Yu Feng also smiled, and rubbed Huo Ying's buttocks hard at the place where the scar was left last night.The pure white fabric is smeared with bright red, just like Shi Yufeng's own team uniform printed with SCUDERIA MARLBOROFERRARI, which burns eye-catchingly in the cold rain.