Speed ​​God

Chapter 28: United Against External Oppression

"Ferrari youth training?"

"Ahhhhh, Lu Zhizhou! From today onwards, you are my brother, my real brother! I knew you could do it, you truly are my idol, Dr. Song!"

"A Ferrari! That's a Ferrari!"

"How's it going? Did you see those drivers? Vettel? Raikkonen? Schumacher? Oh, I forgot, the racing legend is still in the hospital..."

"But...but! Ferrari!"

Overjoyed and incoherent, Song Bo's incessant cheers echoed in the bathroom, and the roar of the lioness outside could be heard through his phone's receiver.

"Song Bo! What are you doing in the bathroom?!"

Song Bo immediately fell silent, but subconsciously, he still tried to cover for Lu Zhizhou, "No, no, I just fell asleep and was having a dream."

Lu Zhizhou rolled his eyes speechlessly. What kind of absurd excuse was that? "Bad choice of friends."

Song Bo hunched his shoulders, curled up in a ball on the toilet, and lowered his voice again, "I have a very, very... very serious question that you need to answer properly."

Lu Zhizhou, "Go ahead."

Song Bo cleared his throat. "So now, can you drive a Ferrari for free? Or can you get a discount if you buy the car?"

Lu Zhizhou: ...

Their tone made it sound like they were planning to buy several cars wholesale if there was a discount.

But Lu Zhizhou knew his friend well; it was just a daydream, after all, and Song Bo had to be allowed to let his imagination run wild. "I'll ask around for you. Tomorrow I'll go to the base's garage and take some pictures for you. You can tell those younger girls in the third year of junior high that this is your garage."

"Hehe." Song Bo drooled, but couldn't hold it in for long. His wild thoughts drifted to another world. "Who asked the school for leave for you, your dad or your mom?"

"Wait, your mom doesn't know everything, does she? Including the fact that I covered for you?"

This time, Lu Zhizhou was unable to bring any good news.

After hearing Lu Zhizhou's affirmative reply, Song Bo let out a wail, "Oh no, my mom is probably going to make me bamboo shoots and shredded pork again tonight."

Without needing Lu Zhizhou's comforting words, Song Bo was already putting on a show, sobbing and crying, "But, for my brother, for the brave and great Lu Zhizhou... Hey, Lu Zhizhou, you're not going to hang up, are you? Hey? Brother Zhizhou? Brother Zhou? Are you just going to abandon me like this?"

"No way... As expected, when Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it will first... uh, first what?"

On the other end of the phone, in Maranello at this very moment, Lu Zhizhou was curled up on the sofa, drifting off to sleep, completely unaware of what was happening.

In just twelve hours, including one night and one morning, the world had been turned upside down, and the dramatic plot twists had completely changed the course of his life. Although Lu Zhizhou had slept in the back seat of the driver's seat during the journey from Rome to Maranello, the cramped seat of the Mini Cooper made it impossible for him to stretch out comfortably, and he had no quality sleep at all. Now that his nerves had finally relaxed, he fell asleep in a second, and everything became quiet.

Leclerc walked up the steps and stood at the fork in the corridor, about to turn left to return to his apartment, but he stopped involuntarily.

His gaze shifted to the right, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

After a slight pause, I hesitated for a moment, then took a step to the right. Next to the door of each apartment was a nameplate indicating the resident's surname.

The one that isn't marked yet should be the unexpected guest from today—

Lu Zhizhou.

Leclerc spent the entire day thinking about and researching route options for the continent.

Theoretically, those racing lines were counterintuitive; the next step would cause the car to lose control. Yet, Lu Zhizhou consistently managed to maintain control. Moreover, it wasn't coincidence or luck; Lu Zhizhou could generate similar inspirations in different corners and on different laps, which truly opened a whole new world for Leclerc. It's worth mentioning that after daily training and testing, the trainees would gather in a bustling atmosphere, attempting to challenge Lu Zhizhou's records—

Led by Alessi, he firmly believed that Lu Zhizhou's record was nothing special and nothing to be surprised about. The record seemed amazing, but the real reason behind it was that these students did not specifically set the F4 record. Once they were ready to set the record, it would not be easy to achieve.

These privileged young men were all eager to try their luck, ready to thoroughly humiliate Lu Zhizhou and make him realize his place.

However, Alessi failed repeatedly, his eyes widening in frustration.

Now things are getting interesting.

A rare scene unfolded: one by one, all the trainees started using the F4 lap mode on the simulator, and even some of the usually calm ones joined in, including Foucault and Zhou Guanyu.

Unfortunately, no one was able to break the record until nightfall.

Right now, Alessi and his team are still fighting like madmen, constantly dominating the laps.

Somewhat surprisingly, Montfati didn't kick them out. He went to the cafeteria for a meal and seemed to never return. These prodigies were all gathered together, neglecting to eat or sleep, continuously playing online games. A group of sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds displayed the passion of youth, their eyes oblivious to everything else.

Leclerc was the only exception.

It wasn't because he was aloof, but because he was rational.

He himself tried fifteen laps, attempting to break Lu Zhizhou's record; and then he tried ten more laps, trying to replicate Lu Zhizhou's running route.

It was precisely because he had tried but failed that Lu Zhizhou's excellence was further proven.

Then Leclerc realized that the focus was no longer on setting a new lap time, but on the fact that the matter itself was no longer of any value.

Lu Zhizhou, a complete novice, figured out the route, built his own model, and broke the fastest lap time in less than an hour when he tried the simulator for the first time. In contrast, the professional drivers, who had spent hundreds or thousands of hours on the simulator, still couldn't figure it out even after several hours.

Even if they manage to break the lap record in the end, there's nothing to celebrate.

Leclerc couldn't help but wonder how Lu Zhizhou viewed the track and the routes. Judging from their brief meeting that morning, Lu Zhizhou was clearly very willing to exchange ideas.

But Leclerc hesitated.

Alessi and his group were united and focused on external forces, attempting to exclude and isolate Lu Zhizhou, an outsider, to draw a clear line and make their stance clear.

Leclerc was not one to stir up trouble. Although he disapproved of Alessi's style, he did not want to take the lead and cause trouble.

Moreover, putting those troubles aside, Leclerc is not good at socializing; he doesn't like to take the initiative to make friends, which is not his forte.

Footsteps lingered, hesitant and uncertain. Standing at the door for a long time, he ultimately lacked the courage to knock.

Turning around, taking a step, preparing to leave, yet feeling a little reluctant.

Just then, footsteps came from the stairwell, which startled Leclerc. Despite not having done anything wrong, he felt inexplicably guilty.

Before his brain could even process it, Leclerc had already turned to run away. He ran to the stairwell, trying to return to his apartment, only to find Rosana already coming upstairs.

He stopped abruptly, turned around and ran back, looking left and right, hurriedly searching for a dark corner, squeezing himself into the shadows, pressing his head, shoulders, buttocks and heels tightly against the wall, doing his best to hide his existence, even cutting off his breathing, becoming completely invisible.

But wait, why is Rosana here at this time?

　This fledgling racing author earnestly requests your support! Dear readers, please be sure to read the latest chapter during the new book period, otherwise, it might just disappear before it's finished! The young author thanks you all again!

　　
　
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