Chapter 77 was also selected.
Sure enough, when the crews informed the drivers that the race was about to end, many drivers took action.
Antonio stared at the vehicles a few body lengths ahead. Catching up at that distance was a pipe dream, so he focused his attention on the rearview mirror. Latifi wasn't far away and could launch an attack at any time.
However, such concerns are completely unnecessary, because Latifi needs to defend against Verstappen, and his energy is completely occupied.
The third and fourth cars on the track quickly moved from being one in front of the other to almost side by side, clearly Verstappen was starting to accelerate.
Latifi, not to be outdone, also pushed its tires to their limits, accelerating and immediately taking over the center line.
When two cars have almost identical performance, for the car behind to overtake the car in front, it can either force the other car to make a mistake, deceive it with a feint, or rely on absolute technical skill to complete the overtake.
Clearly, Verstappen resorted to the second tactic at this point. Even after seeing Latifi enter the midcourt line, he still forced his way into the paint, as if he were ready to fight to the death.
After seeing the situation in his rearview mirror, Latifi quickly moved towards the inside to try and squeeze Verstappen.
Unexpectedly, Verstappen suddenly changed direction, drifted to the outside of the lane, and then, relying on a later brake, aligned himself with Latifi again.
After achieving this result, Verstappen refused to back down and relentlessly pressured Latifi, trying to shut him down in the paint.
Latifi yelled in the TR: "Dangerous driving! What kind of car is he driving?!"
However, due to his slight retreat, he was already much slower than Verstappen.
Verstappen couldn't hear Latifi's TR, but for some reason, he still explained in his own TR, "I left him plenty of space."
After saying that, having already taken a slight lead, he went even further, firmly establishing his advantage on the line and positioning his car in tricky spots, relentlessly pressuring Latifi.
After five turns, Latifi had been completely overtaken by him.
Snap snap snap~
Applause erupted from Verstappen's room.
Joss watched this scene in silence, his overtaking maneuver still appearing reckless and inexperienced.
There were also major changes in the rear camp, with many drivers choosing to launch attacks, and the car formation that was originally queuing up to run laps suddenly became chaotic and resembled a starting formation.
Everyone was saving the tires for the last minute to tackle the problem!
Rustle!
With lightning speed, the last three laps were over, and Wu Shi crossed the finish line as the checkered flag waved.
"Whoosh~" he shouted in TR. His slight mistake at the beginning allowed him to contribute a pretty good grappling scene.
"GOOD JOB, you won the first game! Congratulations," the engineer replied in TR.
One by one, the race cars drove back to the pit area. Wu Shi parked his car steadily in the first position, disassembled the equipment, and got off the race car. The crew members had already come to congratulate him.
After hugging everyone, he went to the weighing area to complete the weighing process.
Verstappen also came over, gave him a fist bump, and asked, "I saw you grappling with Antonio for a bit."
"Yes, I was a little slow to start the train," Wu Shi replied.
"Oh, me too. That damn light took forever to go out," Verstappen muttered.
"Congratulations on reaching the podium," Wu Shi said.
"Thank you, this match made me realize that I still have many shortcomings." Verstappen suddenly turned to himself:
"I was practicing driving with you before, and I took the gap for granted back then. Even Joss did the same. In reality, the gap between you and me should be getting smaller and smaller."
Wu Shi nodded and said, "Yes, everything has its limits. Your skills are becoming more and more proficient and experienced. In a few years, the gap between us will not be as large as it is now."
"Ha, I'll definitely surpass you in a few years," Verstappen laughed.
"Oh? I look forward to your attack!"
Because the Florida Winter Series isn't particularly popular, although reporters came to cover it, they weren't actually there to write any major reports; it was just that the news media had to come to cover all aspects of the event.
No one celebrated on the night the second day of the competition ended, because there were still two main matches the next day, and it was impossible to relax now.
Sid went to Wu Shi's room and told him what had happened that morning.
"Chairman Montezemolo?" Wu Shi was not familiar with this name, neither in his past life nor in this one.
"Yes, if you do well in Europa F3, you'll definitely be promoted to F2." Sid nodded.
"I think we can wait until September to talk again," Wu Shi suggested.
What should we talk about?
"Talking about the 15-year F1 driver seat."
"Are you crazy?!" Sid exclaimed, "How could this be?"
"We'll see when the time comes."
Wu Shi waved his hand without explaining anything. After all, according to the normal trajectory, this year, 2014, Verstappen will shine in the Norrislin rain race of the F3R17 and be directly valued by Marko.
At that time, I wonder if this change will be worth Rafa loosening their tightly closed gates and letting him in.
If LaFerrari still doesn't allow him to skip a grade, then his options will no longer be limited to LaFerrari; Mercedes' Junior Driver Program will certainly extend an olive branch as well.
As for Red Bull? He didn't think Marco would choose him, but they still had to talk.
As for McLaren, he'd probably have to spend some time in jail if he went there.
If the goal is to win the championship, going to Mercedes now would be the best option, but it might be 16 years before the opportunity to go there arises.
But Williams is pretty good too, isn't he?
"Hey! What are you thinking about?" Sid interrupted Wu Shi's daze.
Wu Shi shook his head and tapped himself a few times. He was actually chosen. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The following day, the second main competition began as scheduled. Wu Shi still occupied the front row, but his opponent had changed again.
Although Ralph Lahti is often ridiculed in F1, he has shown considerable skill in lower-level races.
As the saying goes, before entering F1, everyone thinks they are Schumacher.
Because in previous F1 races, the performance limits of racing cars were limited. You might be able to drive a car with a top speed of 200 km/h, but you might not be able to drive a car with a top speed of 300 km/h.
If you can take a corner at 100 km/h, you might be terrified if you try to do it at 200 km/h.
You can control your car to hug the guardrail and make the most of the track at 100 km/h, but at 200 km/h, doing the same thing will only result in a crash.
However, Wu Shi still had to be careful, since he was using the tires that had been used for three laps and were severely worn out—his extreme driving style wore out his tires far more than that of other drivers.
"Note that Latifi should be using his latest tires," the engineer told Wu Shi in the TR.
"copy."
Wu Shi stopped at the starting grid and looked at the indicator light ahead.
Having learned from yesterday's experience, all he could think about at that moment were the indicator lights, the clutch, and the accelerator.
Buzz!
The engine maintains a certain speed.
The indicator lights lit up one by one and then went out almost instantly.
"Depend on!"
Wu Shi reacted quickly, instantly engaging the clutch.
Buzz!
The race car sped off.
The reaction time given by Wu Shi appeared on the computer screen in front of the engineer.
0.133.