"Why didn't you tell me what happened last night?"

Cosel looked at his student with a hint of anger in his tone.

Because as the team's chief racing engineer, he needs to have a comprehensive understanding of the driver's training progress, and data analyst Ukyo Yamamoto's job is to present all the data he has sorted to Kossel for judgment and decisions.

Simulator training lap speed is a very important item in driver data, especially in the pre-race moment, Yamamoto Ukyo actually dereliction of duty and didn't say it?

"I didn't let me say that Fei didn't want me to say it. He said that this kind of lap speed is not representative, and it was caused by playing extreme car crashes."

"Did you believe what he said?"

Cosell was still very angry. Yamamoto Ukyo's IQ could not believe such nonsense. What are these two young people doing? Have they treated the American Grand Prix as a joke?

Faced with the questioning of his mentor, Yukyo Yamamoto did not explain. Of course he did not believe it, but he also agreed to Zhang Yifei that he had to keep his promise.

Just as Yamamoto Ukyo was silent, a roar of the engine sounded from far to near. Zhang Yifei drove the JS53 car, ended the third practice race, and returned to the team repair station.

Seeing that Zhang Yifei was back, Kossel no longer cared about Yamamoto Ukyo's concealment, because the person involved had already returned. If you have any questions, you can ask him in person.

Parking the car in the maintenance parking space, Zhang Yifei pushed the mask on his helmet and prepared to come out of the cockpit. As a result, he found that not only the members of the technician team were coming, but even all members of the team strategy team surrounded him, especially Cosell, who was looking at him with a stern face.

"I ran to the eighth place, there is no need to welcome you so grandly."

Seeing Cosell's bad appearance, Zhang Yifei knew that nothing good happened, so he joked and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"What happened to you last night's simulator training?"

Hearing this question, Zhang Yifei knew that the final lap of last night had been known by Cosel. So he directly looked at Ukyo Yamamoto, and only this guy could leak the secret.

Facing Zhang Yifei's gaze, Yamamoto Ukyo shook his head at him with an innocent expression, and he didn't know how to explain what had happened before.

"It's nothing, it's better to run lap in the simulator."

"Then why is the difference between the three practices and the simulator so big?"

"I'm afraid of death, so the track runs slowly."

Zhang Yifei replied simply and roughly, which made everyone present stunned. Even Cosel didn't know what to say, because this reason seemed to make sense.

But soon Cosel realized that he, who has always been a cultural person, couldn't help but swear: "bullshit, if you are afraid of death, you will not be able to get out of today's results!"

Cosel and Zhang Yifei came all the way from Renault Formula Elementary. When this kid was a rookie, he was unambiguous in executing many of his crazy and radical instructions. Even the rest of the team, such as Yamamoto Ukyo, felt scared when facing those instructions!

This kid is one of the most daring drivers he has ever seen on the track, and is not even inferior to Senna back then.

Moreover, at this American Grand Prix, Zhang Yifei was despised and ridiculed, and even humiliated by three Indy champions. According to this kid's personality, he was definitely crazy about proving himself. How could he run slowly because of fear of death?

Seeing that Cosell was about to get angry, Zhang Yifei also understood this nonsense reason, and he must be unable to get over it.

So he said seriously: "The simulator training last night was quite long, so I wanted to save my state and physical strength in the practice competition so as to deal with the qualifying competition in the afternoon."

This is indeed one of the real reasons why Zhang Yifei ran slowly. Yesterday, the two practice games were very suitable for Indiana and would not cause dehydration due to a lot of sweating, but it would be stressful to the driver.

Under normal circumstances, drivers will have a good rest and maintain physical strength to deal with today's qualifying races. Even some drivers who are not in good condition or are familiar with the track will ask the team test drivers to help run the practice race.

Zhang Yifei's five-hour crazy simulator training time is not as good as the official competition on the track for physical strength and energy consumption, but the time is a little too long, even the Iron Man can't withstand it.

So he did not play his best in the three practices, and chose to focus on the afternoon qualifying match, which was the event that determined the final result.

"Then how long did you start the emulator last night?"

Cossel asked, and he believed in this reason quite.

Before Zhang Yifei could answer, Yamamoto Ukyo, who was next to him, took out the practice time recorded yesterday and told Zhang Yifei about it.

"4 hours, 56 minutes, 33 seconds."

When this number was said, the crew members looked a little shocked and didn't know what to say.

Because even one or two hours of simulation training is an exaggerated time. After all, this is the rest time between the Grand Prixes, and most drivers will not train wildly at this time, and their bodies cannot withstand it.

Zhang Yifei actually ran for five hours, which was simply a life-threatening person. He had said before that he was afraid of death in competitions, so why was he not afraid of sudden death in such crazy training?

"Five hours! Don't you know you're going to have a game today?"

Cosel yelled at Zhang Yifei angrily.

He is indeed a very radical competition engineer, and he even often gives track instructions and strategies, wandering around the edge of the limit, and Zhang Yifei needs to dance on the tip of the knife.

But Cosell is also very rational. At least he knows where the limit of physical fitness is. Four races in two days and one night have already tested the driver's physical fitness. Zhang Yifei actually ran for five hours of practice. Is he so confident in his physical fitness?

Faced with Cosell's anger, Zhang Yifei was just silent. Indeed, this crazy simulation training is not a rational behavior.

Yesterday he told Cosell here to calm down, but he still did so, so he was speechless.

Seeing that Zhang Yifei was not speaking, Corsell stared at Zhang Yifei's eyes. He did not see any dodging or escaping from his eyes, but was extremely firm.

This is not the look that a person who is guilty and makes mistakes should have. Something exceeds Zhang Yifei's rationality and even asks him to challenge his physical limits.

"Preparing the racing car first and preparing for the afternoon qualifying race, come in with me."

Kossel did not continue talking in the garage. After all, the drivers also need to save face. He said too much in front of all the members of the crew, even if the relationship between the two sides is both teachers and friends, it is not very good.

The maintenance team started overhauling the car, and the team strategy team members returned to the console.

"You are still dissatisfied with the ridicule on the track and the contempt of the Indy drivers?"

"right."

Zhang Yifei looked straight into Corsell's eyes and replied without hesitation. He had no intention of bowing his head at the US Grand Prix from beginning to end!

"You retained your strength in the practice competition, and are planning to make a big splash in more important qualifying competitions and use your strength to respond to these public opinion, right?"

"Yes, for this reason, the winner is the one who laughs to the end."

Without concealing it, Zhang Yifei said what he said in his heart. In addition to retaining his physical strength, he wanted to experience what the experience from heaven to hell when American car fans laughed happier!

"Since you have this kind of idea of ​​fighting back, why not tell me?"

Zhang Yifei did not answer this question.

"Do you think I will stop it and object?"

Still silent, this was indeed Zhang Yifei's thought. He actually understood that such crazy actions might backfire.

After all, if you run step by step, your grades will slowly improve. Maybe you can finally enter the score zone, which is definitely a satisfactory result for newcomers.

However, if you do this yourself without a huge improvement, you may experience a huge decline due to physical fitness and condition factors, which is an extreme way to achieve success if you fail.

He didn't know what Cosel would do after he knew it, but Zhang Yifei knew that he had to do it. In order to avoid all external obstacles and interference factors, he told Yamamoto Ukyo not to tell anyone.

The path you choose will be completed by yourself.

"Since you have made a choice, stick to it."

Cosel looked at Zhang Yifei's firm eyes and replied lightly.

"Don't you think I'm doing something wrong?"

“It’s not my decision to be right or wrong, it’s important that you think you’ve done the right thing.”

"Thank you, Cosell."

Zhang Yifei understood at this moment that he had underestimated Cosell after all. He truly understood the reason why he fought so hard.

Not because of the results, but because of the dignity of a Chinese driver!

"Run the qualifying race in the afternoon and use the results to respond to the group of bitches on the track!"

Not only Zhang Yifei felt humiliated, but the members of the crew were actually holding their breath. Kossel was no longer polite. Since he decided to fight back, he would convince the other party!

"I will!"

Zhang Yifei replied firmly, he was ready!

After the third practice match, there were actually less ridicule against Zhang Yifei.

This is not the Americans' conscience discovery, but in their eyes, Zhang Yifei is just a little shrimp who uses it for surgery. He is simply a downgrade to target such a Chinese rookie every day.

And now, a larger boss appears on the track, attracting firepower, that is, Schumacher.

Just when Americans thought Montoya would take control of the Indianapolis track, Schumacher used his lap speed to tell the world that he was still the most powerful driver.
Chapter completed!