Zhang Yifei said that he ran two laps, but in fact he ran for two hours. Even some residents of the O Island living on both sides of the road were full of confusion at this moment. This young man driving a Honda sports car was just around the corner here for two hours?

Xie Tiancheng, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Zhang Yifei who was constantly changing various detour routes extremely seriously, and was filled with admiration.

Although he has known Zhang Yifei for a long time and the two of them have had several street racing experiences, he has never seen what Zhang Yifei's professional training looks like.

As a professional driver, Xie Tiancheng understands that if you want to get results, talent can only determine your upper limit, and hard work is the basis for determining the lower limit.

Many people use talent as an excuse, but they don’t know that their efforts cannot touch the ceiling at all. Relatively speaking, it is much easier to break through the lower limit.

Today, Xie Tiancheng has seen how hard Zhang Yifei works when he is serious. To be honest, Xie Tiancheng thinks he can't do this level of training.

It’s not just a hard problem, but the boredom and boredom brought by countless mechanical repetitions that are really unbearable for ordinary people. Or after training, they start paddling and want to end this uncomfortable situation as soon as possible.

But Zhang Yifei never said a word from beginning to end. Every time he encountered some unsatisfactory things, he would correct them more seriously the second time.

You should know that this is not training in a professional team, but just two familiar friends come to see the East Ocean Track together.

In this case, Zhang Yifei can achieve serious and devoted work like professional training, and he really has extraordinary perseverance. Therefore, no one's success is without a reason. At least Zhang Yifei can become an F1 driver, and he is indeed serious and hard enough.

Zhang Yifei didn't pay any attention to these thoughts in Xie Tiancheng's mind, because all his attention was placed on the streets in front of him.

The difficulty and complexity of the East Ocean Track are still beyond Zhang Yifei's previous expectations. To be honest, the limit requirements are much higher than those of the previous street underground racing cars.

So even though he ran a lot of laps, Zhang Yifei still felt a lot of dissatisfaction, and always felt that the routes in some places were not perfect. This led to him not paying attention to the passage of time at all, and his attention was immersed in the East Ocean Track.

But even if he knew what Xie Tiancheng was thinking, he would probably smile calmly. The current intensity of "training" is simply a splash of water for Zhang Yifei!

First of all, the speed is relatively slow, without the pressure of extreme control and high concentration of mind. Also, Xie Tiancheng's NSS is not a racing car, because ordinary race-level vehicles are not allowed to be legally on the road.

So the modification is not that thorough, at least the air conditioner has not been removed, and it is just a casual run, and it is not wearing the thick fire-proof racing suit. Various factors are superimposed, and I don’t know how much easier it is than the previous test run of the Formula.

Therefore, this level of "hard work" is completely within Zhang Yifei's acceptable range, and he didn't even feel that there was any hard work at all.

It was soon afternoon. Xie Tiancheng didn't expect Zhang Yifei to run for so long, and his stomach started to roar before he even had lunch.

Finally, Xie Tiancheng couldn't help but speak, "Yifei, let's get here almost today. If you run, you will probably leave us on the road without any oil."

Hearing Xie Tiancheng's reminder, Zhang Yifei took out his phone and looked at the time. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

You should know that he and Xie Tiancheng met at about 10 o'clock in the morning. After all, it may take three hours to try running by himself.

To be honest, Zhang Yifei didn't notice that he had run for so long. He thought he was just an hour. It seemed that this comfortable "training" environment really couldn't bring any pressure to him, so he didn't feel that time passed so quickly.

"Sorry, I didn't pay attention to running for so long. Let's do this. I'll treat you later."

Zhang Yifei replied with a little apology, after all, it is not good to drive someone else's racing car and take the lead.

"Then I have to have a seafood meal, otherwise it would be a loss!"

"No problem, I'm a rich man now."

Zhang Yifei smiled and joked. Compared to the poor man before, he is much richer now.

With the sponsorship of Guo's Group of 500,000 US dollars, and the 800,000 US dollars of Huaxia Petrochemical, which will be received soon, Zhang Yifei will soon become a millionaire, and the unit will be US dollars.

"Then I can't let you go."

Xie Tiancheng also replied with a smile, but although he said so much, he still didn't do anything to beat the bamboo pole in the end.

After all, Xie Tiancheng's family is not bad. Lin Shao, the son of a wealthy man from Australia, had to give him three points of thin noodles. These seafood meals are just ordinary things for him.

So Xie Tiancheng finally took Zhang Yifei to an old tea restaurant to experience the traditional street flavor of Ao Island.

After dinner, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and the peak hours soon came. Naturally, there was no need to practice again during this period, because the efficiency was too low, such as traffic jams, and even if Senna came over, it would be impossible to fly over.

So Xie Tiancheng took Zhang Yifei back to the hotel. Before getting off the car, he took out a stack of picture albums from the glove box in the car and handed them to Zhang Yifei and said, "This is my track data. You can use it first, so I won't send it here again."

Hearing this, Zhang Yifei was not polite and took the track information from Xie Tiancheng.

"The technical support for this track data is actually provided by Honda, so it is relatively professional and accurate, and should be helpful to you."

The arta team is actually named Akuri Suzuki, and behind it are various technical support provided by Honda, which is similar to the later Super Akuri team, and it also provides core components and engines.

Therefore, this data is considered a very high-level track information compared to other private small teams. Xie Tiancheng's willingness to give Zhang Yifei also represents his importance to Zhang Yifei.

Another point is that since the Grand Prix of the Island of Australia has been held in the 1950s, no Chinese driver has ever won the Grand Prix title on this Chinese land.

Xie Tiancheng is working towards this goal himself, but he feels that Zhang Yifei has greater hope, so he wants to return to this memorable year in Australia, with a Chinese driver winning the title of the most difficult track in Asia.

"Thank you."

Zhang Yifei thanked him. In fact, this track data can only provide some reference suggestions and is not of much help.

After all, the difference in speed and the different racing types, the route and gear are completely different.

Just like the 100-meter hurdles and 100-meter sprints, both of which are 100-meter races in track and field, but in fact there is a huge difference.

But this is Xie Tiancheng's kindness. Zhang Yifei can guess from the Honda logo on the cover that this information is definitely not as ordinary as Xie Tiancheng said, and he is still very grateful in his heart.

"Okay, then I'll go back first, clear the track in three days, and we'll go to Dongwangyang for a good run."

"no problem."

After saying goodbye to Xie Tiancheng, Zhang Yifei returned to the hotel. As soon as he walked into the gate, he saw Yamamoto Ukyo hurried over.

"Ichifeijun, I'm just about to find you. I've calculated the track data. And Junko Takeda also got the information of this race driver from the Grand Prix race group."

"So fast?"

Zhang Yifei was a little surprised. He thought it would take at least one day to get through these things. It seems that he underestimated the strength of his team members.

"Well, the mentors are in the hotel lounge, and now we can go there."

In this way, Zhang Yifei followed Yamamoto Ukyo to the lounge where he stayed.

Generally speaking, Zhang Yifei would rent a small conference room or a publishing room in the hotel he lives in at the same time to act as a temporary discussion room for his team to discuss the tactics and plans on the track.

However, the hotel we stayed at this time was not very high. If it was star rating, it was probably barely three-star rating. So there was no conference room or press room, and there was only one free lounge, but it was still rented by Zhang Yifei.

When we arrived at the lounge, the team members including Ah Hu and others had already gathered.

When they saw Zhang Yifei coming in, they greeted him. Only Cosel did not move because he was focusing on a document, which contained information about the drivers participating in the Grand Prix in the Island of Australia.

After Zhang Yifei sat down, Kossel took out a few photos from the file in his hand and handed them over, and then said, "There are many masters in this class, especially these, you should pay attention to it."

The drivers that Cosell said they should pay attention to are definitely not ordinary people, so Zhang Yifei was not careless and took these driver files and read them carefully.

However, when he saw the photos and names of these drivers, Zhang Yifei was stunned. Because most of the drivers in these files knew each other, or knew their experiences.

This feeling really has a dreamlike unreality, just like when I saw future F1 drivers such as Masa and Kubica at the Renault event.

However, Zhang Yifei only heard of the people of Masa and did not see him. Among them, Zhang Yifei not only knew about this driver information, but also met real people in his previous life, and even communicated!

"What, are you scared?"

Seeing Zhang Yifei stunned, Cosel casually said.

"I have never been afraid of F1 drivers, are I still afraid of F3 drivers?"

Zhang Yifei replied calmly, he would soon face the most powerful F1 driver in the world, how could he retreat from these F3 drivers?
Chapter completed!