After twenty racers parked in the parking space, the driver team members also surrounded him and made the final pre-race preparations.

At the same time, the reporters also took advantage of this pre-race preparation opportunity to start interviewing the drivers to see what their thoughts and goals for this race.

As a pole player, Zhang Yifei should have been the focus of attention, but what he didn't expect was that the first choice of this group of reporters was Masa, who ranked second.

This made Zhang Yifei a little depressed. No one interviewed him when he didn't get the pole position. As a result, he is now a pole position player, and he is not the first person to pay attention to?

This group of reporters also had their reasons. The Masa track accident attracted a lot of attention, and Zhang Yifei snatched the pole position, so the reporters all wanted to know what Masa is thinking now.

"Masa, did yesterday's track accident affect your performance today?"

"It didn't have any effect, yesterday was just a slight injury for a day."

Masa's tone is very calm, which is in line with his relatively gentle personality. You should know that when he is the No. 2 driver in the future, he can be regarded as a qualified "wingman".

"Then what are your goals for today's main competition?"

"champion!"

Masa said this word without hesitation. Everyone was young and energetic, and he had already breathed a sigh of relief.

"Champion? Chinese driver Fei also said during his previous interview that this is a title he must get. What do you think about this?"

"Then let him beat me at this stop."

Hearing this, a reporter soon came to Zhang Yifei, pointed the microphone at him and asked, "Fei, Masa is bound to win this championship. What do you think?"

"I don't have any opinion, he can't win."

When this sentence was said and passed to the track broadcasting screen through the camera, the whole audience was in an uproar.

There are all kinds of voices that agree, oppose, appreciate, and abuse anyway.

Zhang Yifei has long been accustomed to these noises. Compared to the past, he used to say something big, and all kinds of ridicule and boo. Today he is just a debate. This can be considered an improvement, right?

At least, some people have begun to recognize their own strength.

"Are you so confident? Will you underestimate your opponent?"

When Zhang Yifei heard this, he showed a mocking smile on his face: "Many people underestimate me."

That's right, this is the reality. What's the problem with winning the championship? Why are there so many doubts?

When Masa said he was going to win the championship, why no one asked in such a skeptical tone? Isn’t it because he thought Masa had the strength and had nothing to doubt?

Today, Zhang Yifei wanted these people to see what absolute strength is!

Faced with Zhang Yifei's answer, the reporter had to ask a few more questions, but at this time the whistle had sounded and irrelevant personnel began to leave the track.

Chen Zhi and Toyota technicians also routinely said to Zhang Yifei and then walked through the guardrail to leave the track.

Only Kossel, the competition engineer, and Ah Hu, stood at the rear of the car with an external ignition system.

Although the possibility of Zhang Yifei waiting for the engine to be turned off is quite low, he is not afraid of ten thousand in such matters, but he is afraid of anything. The technician with an external ignition battery will always be the last one to leave the track.

“These journalists always like to ask boring questions.”

Cosel complained, and he was standing next to the racing car just now, so naturally these questions were heard in his ears. His personality was naturally very annoying about these quarrel questions.

"I think it's very interesting."

Zhang Yifei replied with a sneer, and the reporter never asked questions for himself, but for the audience behind them.

Of course, many people were skeptical with questioning eyes when he could ask such questions. Zhang Yifei wanted to see how long they could question.

"By the way, do you have any game strategy in this main competition?"

Zhang Yifei returned to the topic, and Cosell seemed to have not expressed any constructive opinions other than asking about tires.

After all, he is his own competition engineer, so this is a bit too much.

"What strategy do you want?"

"If I want to know what strategy, I still need to ask you?"

Zhang Yifei was speechless. Before, Yukyo Yamamoto felt that he was not a qualified competition engineer because he was not good at communicating and talked less, so he didn't know what to say.

As a result, Kossel, the old German man, is not as good as Ukyo Yamamoto, and he is too lazy to say it!

"The strategy is not to loosen the accelerator and run as fast as possible."

"Damn it, it's not you who are trying to kill yourself."

"If I go up, I will be more deadly than you."

After Kossell finished speaking, he planned to leave early without waiting for the second whistle to sound.

This kind of cold style has a strong attitude of hiding merit and fame.

"Brother Fei, Kossel is really cool, this is in line with the spirit of German iron and blood!"

Ah Hu's voice suddenly appeared, and his face was full of admiration.

"Get out, you know what the hell is and blood."

Zhang Yifei replied angrily, this is his own competition engineer, not German Prime Minister Bismarck, it is almost the 21st century, and I still have the Tie and Bloody Brother?

Outside the paddock, Yamamoto Ukyo was surprised to see Cosel leaving the field early. What happened?

But after all, Kossel is his mentor, so Yukyo Yamamoto could only grit his teeth and ask: "Teacher, aren't you going to say something to Yifeijun?"

"You graduated from racing engineering and know the procedures of Formula tracks. Do you have many tactical strategies for this primary equation?"

"It seems that there isn't."

The basic formula is done, and the players' personal strength is more important. Many of them are paid drivers, and they don't even have teams, so there are no complex tactical strategies.

"Since there isn't, what's there to say?"

When Yamamoto Ukyo heard Cosel's words, he felt that this was the truth.

But soon he felt something was wrong and said, "Teacher, then I should also remind the Boulevard. This may be the top priority of today's main competition."

"He showed him all the information about the McLaren team strategy team. As long as he is not lazy, he will naturally know how to deal with it."

Hearing this, Yukyo Yamamoto was stunned, and then suddenly said, "Teacher, is it because you trust Yi Feijun very much?"

Cosel's eyes moved, but he did not answer Yamamoto Ukyo's words, but just held his hands in front of his chest and looked at the track ahead with a blank expression.

The second whistle sounded, and all members, including the staff, evacuated the track, leaving only twenty drivers and their cars.

The indicator light above the track began to light up, and the first lap of warm beads officially began. As a pole player, Zhang Yifei was naturally driving in the front.

The feeling of the front car is good!

Zhang Yifei sighed in his heart, and the drivers who were ranked first and had no interference next to him. He could first seize the route of the detour on every corner, and then smiled at the group of "bringing chickens" behind him.

I quickly entered the boulevard, and some sections of the road had slight water accumulation on the ground, but it did not affect the competition.

However, Zhang Yifei soon felt the problem that Yamamoto Ukyo said, that is, when the car passed, the air flowed rapidly and the sound waves trembled, and the condensed water droplets on the leaves dripped down one after another, just like it was still raining on the tree-lined avenue.

The "tick, tick" water drops even fell on Zhang Yifei's helmet, marking water marks.

To be honest, this is the first time Zhang Yifei has experienced the feeling of a "rain" track. Once he encountered rainy weather at Toyota youth training, he would stop the track training and had no chance to feel the taste of racing in the rain.

There are also reasons for Toyota Youth Training Base to do this. After all, there are a group of youth training students. It takes only one or two months to come in. The risk of high-speed training in the rain is too high, and ensuring the safety of students becomes the primary condition.

It can only be said that Zhang Yifei spent too short at Toyota Youth Training Base. If he could receive half a year of professional training, there would probably be racing subjects in the rain.

The warm bead ended soon, and all the drivers returned to the parking space again, and the drivers were in the back, basically locking their eyes on Zhang Yifei.

This time, not only Zhang Yifei wants to prove his strength, but they also want to prove themselves and at the same time blow the arrogance of this Chinese boy.

The countdown for thirty minutes lights up, and the five indicator lights also begin to light up one after another, representing the arrival of the five seconds to count down.

The moment all the indicator lights went out, Zhang Yifei kicked the floor oil down, and the engine speed rose wildly. Then he turned to the right and directly pressed the car at the beginning, suppressing Masa tightly behind his car!

This is actually what Zhang Yifei has always wanted to do. There is nothing more fun than putting a future F1 driver behind his car and watching the taillights.

At the same time, this action is undoubtedly a response to Masa's finger. There is only one champion. Sorry, I want to win this game!

"Oh, we can see that this game is really full of gunpowder. The pole player shows his strength when he flies in the starting stage. Both the operation and the reaction are perfect, and there is no opportunity for the drivers behind him to take advantage of it."

"But Fei also made an intriguing move. After he started, he changed the line to the right and pressed Masa behind his car."

"You should know that after the start of the Hoganheim track, there is a full throttle area of ​​nearly 15 seconds. This stage of change of line is actually not very meaningful, it is more of a declaration of war and provocation. Is the dark horse of this European Cup finally going to fight the strongest driver?"

Red's tone was very excited. As expected, Fei did not disappoint himself. He was worthy of being the dark horse player of Renault European Cup he recognized!

He is not only confident and arrogant when interviewing outside the paddock, but also full of offensiveness within the paddock and has the confidence to challenge the strongest driver Masa!
Chapter completed!