Chapter 11 Pengcheng Station Champion
On the track, Wu Shi drove into the pit lane, parked the car, and underwent inspection.
"Son, congratulations! You've made a great start!" Wu Zhenlin stepped forward and opened his arms to hug him.
"Thank you, Dad." Wu Shi hugged his father.
"Hello, are you the father of this gifted boy? Would you mind chatting?"
A man wearing sunglasses ran up and interrupted the father and son's conversation. He handed over his business card: "I'm from the Chi Su Racing Team. Are you interested in joining? We offer generous benefits, provide various training facilities, and have renowned instructors."
"No need, thank you." Wu Shi shook his head. It wasn't that he was arrogant, but who in the country could guide him now?
"Little genius, I'm talking to your father. Can you wait a moment before you speak?" the man in sunglasses said.
Seeing the man in sunglasses talking to his son like that, Wu Zhenlin shoved the business card back at him and said bluntly, "This is my son's business. If he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to."
Then, he took Wu Shi with him and left.
"You! Talent alone is useless! You don't have a good racing team!" the man in sunglasses shouted at the backs of the father and son.
"Hey Zhang Hao, didn't you see? Other parents care a lot about their children's opinions. What are you doing putting on airs?" Boss Chen said, displeased.
"Oh, Mr. Chen! Hehe, I was just too eager to recruit talent, please don't take offense," Zhang Hao said with a smile.
After the brief incident, Wu Shi sat down to rest until the competitions for the other senior groups were over, followed by the awards ceremony and closing ceremony.
"Did Aunt Martina tell you she was planning to take you abroad?" Wu Zhenlin asked as they walked.
"Yes, he did mention it." Wu Shi looked at his father.
"I think you should prepare for another year in China, mainly to give me some time to adjust," Wu Zhenlin said.
"Okay." Wu Shi was a little surprised, but nodded.
His original plan was to go to Europe, but since his father wasn't ready, he didn't want to add to his father's burden.
Upon hearing this, Martina couldn't help but sigh, "Wu Shi is such a good boy." Then she turned to her daughter and said, "Louise, Wu Shi won't be coming back to Italy with us until next year, so you'll have a year to learn Chinese."
"Hey! He's from Italy, shouldn't he learn our language?" Louise, quick-witted as ever, spotted the flaw in her mother's advice to encourage her son to learn.
"That makes sense, but think about it, if you can communicate with him in his native language, he will definitely like you more," Martina said with a smile.
"Hey! What do you like?" Louise's face turned bright red.
"Aunt Martina!" Wu Shi looked over speechlessly.
"Hehe~!" Martina returned the smile.
Because karting racing isn't very popular in China, the awards ceremony was unusually quiet. Apart from the participants, their families, coaches, and some sports bureau officials who made a brief appearance, the ceremony was quite subdued.
Wu Shi stood against a backdrop of blue with red lettering, wearing a laurel wreath, and raised a small bottle of champagne each with Zeng Tianyi and Ling Kang.
Click~
A reporter took a photo, marking the successful conclusion of the Pengcheng Station event.
Aunt Martina and Louise also left. After saying goodbye to Boss Chen, Wu Shi returned home with his father.
"Dad, I want to get a computer," Wu Shi said.
"Oh? No problem. By the way, I've hired an English tutor for you, but you still need to go to school. Next stop: Sanshui, around mid-May."
"Yes, I won't fall behind in my studies."
My father was very efficient; the computer was delivered the next day, the network cable was installed, and the technician left after setting it up and successfully dialing in.
This was quite novel to Wu Shi, as dial-up internet access had become a thing of the past in later generations.
"After your computer restarts, you need to click this icon, the broadband connection, and click this button, okay?"
"Mhm." Wu Shi nodded.
"Here's your username and password. Remember to save them safe, as you may need to re-enter them sometimes." After saying this, the technician picked up his tools and left.
Wu Shi looked at the retro-style Windows interface and marveled at it.
He opened his browser and the first thing he did was search for the 2007 F1 calendar.
When he was penalized for driver number 315, the rules seemed unfamiliar to him, so he guessed that his current life and his previous life were not exactly the same.
The best way he could think of to verify this was to look at the F1 racing calendar.
As a driver who has experienced both the aerodynamic and ground-effect eras, he naturally needs to learn from his predecessors.
Therefore, he is quite familiar with F1 racing after the new millennium, and he roughly remembers the timeline.
The F1 China Grand Prix should be held in October this year. He looked up the race calendar and fell silent after reading it.
There are only 14 stations in total, which doesn't match the 17 stations in the previous life, but the China station will still open in October.
'So the world isn't exactly the same after all?'
'That's true. Even in a parallel world, my arrival is like a butterfly flapping its wings; some differences are normal.'
Ring ring!
Just then, the landline in the living room rang, and Wu Shi ran to pick it up.
"Hello, is this Wu Shi's home?"
"Yes you are?"
"Oh! Is this Wu Shi himself? Yes, I'm Ling Kang's mother. He asked if you'd be willing to teach him how to run on the Pengcheng Rapid Track? If you're willing, we're willing to pay five thousand yuan and take up five hours of your time. What do you think?"
"Uh, it's alright, Auntie, no need to be so polite."
"No, the racing technique is a precious secret for every driver. We don't have any other compensation, we can only pay a small amount of money."
Wu Shi reluctantly accepted the arrangement and agreed to meet with them at the Pengcheng Speed Track next Saturday and Sunday.
After hanging up the phone, Wu Shi returned to his computer and tried searching for virtual currency, but found no information. Was it because it hadn't been released yet, or did such a thing not exist in this world?
He really doesn't know enough about anything outside of racing, otherwise he could make some money.
Having shaken off his previous gloomy mindset, he naturally became more optimistic, and making money was an essential part of that. If he had already entered F1, he believed he wouldn't be short of money, but he hadn't entered F1 yet.
Before we get involved, we need a lot of money, and we don't know if my father can afford it.
well.
The weekend arrived quickly, and Wu Shi arrived at the Pengcheng Speed Racing Circuit on time.
"Be careful. I'll pick you up later. If it gets too late, you can rest at Uncle Chen's place." Wu Zhenlin waved and drove away.
"Wu Shi! I've been waiting for you for so long!" Ling Kang skipped over.
"I'll have to trouble you today," Zeng Tianyi said.
"It's nothing." He looked at the racetrack; there was no one there.
"We've booked the whole place today," Ling Kang chuckled.
"So impressive!" Wu Shi gave a thumbs up.
"Let's go! I can't wait to know how you escaped." Ling Kang was very excited.
Upon arriving at the racetrack, Wu Shi stood on the edge of Turn 1 and pointed to the spot, saying, "I'll apply the brakes here and turn at the same time."
"So fast, won't it push your head?" Ling Kang asked.
"Of course I will, so I will adjust the carburetor and then step on the gas."
"Use a tail-swing to get in?" Zeng Tianyi asked, puzzled.
"Well, since the head can't bend properly, we'll just swing the tail to align it." Wu Shi nodded.
"Hiss! If you hadn't beaten me, I would have definitely cursed you for misleading people and talking nonsense!" Ling Kang shouted, which was completely illogical.
"Hahaha." Wu Shi laughed loudly.