Zhang Yifei drove the car back to the repair station, and the crew members came over to praise and encourage him.

They were not deliberately comforting Zhang Yifei, but this ranking was really a very good result. In recent years, the Prost team has been ranked third in the rankings, which is only a handful of times. What else can they be dissatisfied with?

Zhang Yifei faced the enthusiastic encouragement of the crew members, and a forced smile on his face.

In fact, during the slowdown period of entering the maintenance channel, he had already seen the abuse in the audience. Looking at the group of Chinese fans who supported him as weak as he felt uncomfortable and powerless.

If they can be stronger, this may not be the case. They can cheer for the victory of Chinese drivers with confidence.

It’s just a pity that I am still weak!

Taking off his helmet and walking into the surveillance area. Looking at Cosell who was standing in front of the circular screen as always, Zhang Yifei suddenly didn't know how to deal with it. He had not calmed down before, and almost disobeyed Cosell's instructions, which might have disappointed him.

Zhang Yifei always knew in his heart that Cosell had high expectations for himself and was definitely not a pole position or sub-station champion. He wanted to witness himself becoming the world champion and the strongest driver in the F-Plane.

But I didn't even do the right level of controlling my emotions.

"What are you doing here? Are you so physically strong?"

Cosel turned his head and saw Zhang Yifei standing aside, and said lightly.

"I……"

Zhang Yifei wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Change your racing suit and go back to the hotel to rest early. Don't you plan to run the main race tomorrow?"

"Of course not, I want to win the main competition."

Zhang Yifei replied firmly, "I've tried my best in the qualifying competition, how could I retreat in the main competition?"

"Then you don't have to say anything to me, just talk with your grades."

Cosel was as cold as ever, but he was like telling Zhang Yifei that there was no need to explain or apologize to him because of what happened today.

Their goal is one, that is, results!

"Um."

Zhang Yifei nodded, then turned around to the dressing room and replaced the full set of equipment on his body.

Seeing Zhang Yifei leave, Yamamoto Yukyo walked to Cosel and whispered to him: "Teacher, are you a little too strict with Ichifei? I think he needs more encouragement in the face of the heavy pressure of the US Grand Prix."

Hearing this, Cosel's mouth raised slightly, then pointed to the record book on the table and said, "He is not that fragile, and he is even arrogant, more exaggerated than you think."

"You mean the Oval Track?"

"Um."

Cosel nodded.

"Fei must want to do something, otherwise he wouldn't run a meaningless thing like the elliptical track, nor would he run during such a tense time between races."

"To be honest, I'm a little curious about what he wants to do."

After hearing this, Yamamoto Ukyo replied: "Maybe he was dissatisfied with the ridicule of several Indy champions. Fei told Alessi that he would not kneel down and beg for mercy."

"Alessi knows it too?"

"Um."

"Then what did he say?"

"I tried to persuade him a few words, but I finally agreed with Fei's idea."

Speaking of this, the greater the rise of the corner of Kossel's mouth, and he murmured: "That's interesting."

After changing his clothes, Zhang Yifei returned to the hotel to take a shower, but he did not choose to rest well, but walked into the simulator training room again.

The ability to run third in the qualifying race today has proved that the crazy training last night was effective. At least the topographic map of the Indianapolis track has been kept in mind by Zhang Yifei.

At the same time, Zhang Yifei also summarized some problems in the qualifying competition, which is to rely on the extreme late brakes of long straights and full throttles of long curves. This method of not fearing death can ultimately be a limit to grab time.

The qualifying race has reached the door of this limit. I have to walk the tightrope in this way for more than 70 laps of the main race. It will hit the cement wall of the Indianapolis track at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour. Whether it can survive depends on the will of God.

So if you really want to win the main game, you still have to rely on the most complicated corners and run out of the most perfect route bit by bit. This is the basis for victory.

He is definitely not as hard as Schumacher, his familiarity is not as good as Montoya, and his racing performance is even behind that of the Big Three drivers.

What Zhang Yifei can do is work hard and hard.

When he was in Formula Renault, he trained longer than all drivers and had a crazier intensity. Because he deeply understood one truth, that is, when you lose to your opponent at the starting line, what can you rely on to win if you don’t fight?

After entering F, Zhang Yifei was still the hardest driver, but he was not as crazy as before, because F contacts more and there were many things to deal with. It was impossible to only consider racing like Formula Elementary drivers.

Zhang Yifei has never been so eager to win a branch race like today. He is not for his own glory and victory. He just wants to prove that Chinese drivers are not rookies. Chinese drivers must also be respected on the F track!

If you want to win, you have to fight. Rest is a luxury term.

Zhang Yifei would rather lose the main game tomorrow because he was exhausted than regretful for not working hard.

Ten circles...twenty circles...fifty circles...one hundred circles!

Zhang Yifei didn't remember how many laps he ran. He only knew that the clock on the wall had already turned many laps.

The complex half-bend layout, almost every turn and every brake point, was slowly remembered by Zhang Yifei in countless repeated operations.

Even on many curves, he has formed a physical instinct, when to brake and when to turn the steering wheel are all subconscious behaviors.

Now Zhang Yifei began to gradually understand how the legend of Hamilton running the Monaco track came about with his eyes blindfolded on the simulator. If he also blindfolded him at this moment, Zhang Yifei would have some confidence that he could running the Indianapolis track on the simulator.

At this point, Zhang Yifei cut off the track map, and the one that appeared in front of him was no longer the F-standard track, but the elliptical track with local formulas. And the simulator racing car also changed from the previous F-sport to the Indy racing car.

Standing behind Zhang Yifei, Ukyo Yamamoto was recorded, and looking at Zhang Yifei's actions, he felt shocked in his heart.

The main race will be coming tomorrow. Under such a tense and heavy pressure, does Zhang Yifei still insist on running the elliptical track of the Indy Race? What is he insisting on?

However, Yamamoto Ukyo did not stop him. His responsibility was to record the data and then analyze and organize it.

Now it is no longer the small group that was originally. In the professional F team, everyone has their own division of labor. To do the job to the extreme is to make the best contribution to the team, rather than pointing at the operation and choice of professional drivers.

Yamamoto Ukyo was not a person who likes to point fingers, and he would not control Zhang Yifei's behavior in such a thing.

Time passed again, and the night gradually became deeper. This time Alessi did not return to the training room. Because he knew his limits very well and could not do as crazy as Zhang Yifei, there was no need to join in the fun.

It would be better to leave room for Zhang Yifei to invest completely. He was actually very curious about how far this kind of boy could take under the pressure of the whole United States.

Alessi did not appear, but another familiar figure appeared at the door of the simulator training room, which was Cosell.

Last night, Cosell didn't expect Zhang Yifei to train crazily before the game, and Yamamoto Ukyo did not inform him, so he did not come to the simulator training room to check it out.

Although he told Zhang Yifei to have a good rest today, he knew that Zhang Yifei could not choose to rest. So he came to the simulator training room, and in order not to disturb him, he chose to come here very late.

In addition, the reason why Cosell came here so late was to see if Zhang Yifei would still run the elliptical track.

The screen on the monitor entered Kossel's eyes, the elliptical track and the local formula racing car were in the eyes. Zhang Yifei really insisted on his actions. With the premise that he was about to race next year, he was distracted and ran the irrelevant Indy 500 event.

"tutor!"

When Yamamoto Ukyo shouted in surprise when he found Cosel appeared beside him.

Cosel quickly made a booing gesture at him, but in the quiet room, the exclamation was heard by Zhang Yifei.

He looked back and found that Cosel was coming, with an unexpected expression on his face. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly turned off the screen of the Indy Oval Raceway on the simulator.

"No need to close it, I've seen it all."

Since Zhang Yifei had stopped training, Cosel did not hide anything.

Hearing Cosell's words, Zhang Yifei did not reply, and he didn't know what to say.

"Tell me, what do you want to do when you run the elliptical track?"

Faced with Cosell's inquiry, things have come to this point and there is nothing to hide.

"They can prove that the Indians are powerful, but they should not use Chinese drivers as targets for humiliation."

Zhang Yifei did not specifically refer to himself because he knew that even on the track today, even if it was not Zhang Yifei running, Huang Yifei and Li Yifei would also become the target of humiliation for the operation.

It is because Chinese Formula Racing is weak, because Chinese people are easy to bully, and because Chinese drivers are isolated and helpless, so they are destined to pick up persimmons and pinch them!

"I understand if you are not convinced, but what is the point of doing this? Will you touch yourself?"

"I want to challenge them."

"Who? Those Indy champions?"

"That's right."

Hearing this, Cosell shook his head and replied, "You can't join the Indy event, and they won't enter F so quickly. How can you challenge it?"

"I don't know, but I have to make sure that when this opportunity comes, I have the ability to beat them on the Indianapolis track!"

"Then do you have it now?"

"have!"

Zhang Yifei is firm in this answer, he must have this strength!

"You are ready now, are you planning to respond to them tomorrow?"

"Yes, swallowing your anger is not my style."

Speaking of this, an admiring smile appeared on Cosell's face.

"Didn't talk recklessly, but silently prepare for the battle. Very good, very good!"
Chapter completed!