Seeing Lin Xiangbei so determined, Xu Lang let go of his hand to grab the barbell piece. He could transform into a coach, but he would never transform into a "nanny". Adults should be responsible for their decisions.

When Lin Xiangbei began to enter a state of death, Li Wenfeng did not lazy and retreat. From memorizing the road books to physical training, he carried out all the projects listed in the old alcoholic plan.

To be honest, Lin Xiangbei looked at Li Wenfeng with some admiration for his serious attitude. This guy is much more serious than he had expected before, and he is indeed proving with his actions that he wants to become a professional driver!

Compared to Lin Xiangbei and Li Wenfeng entering the "hell mode", on the other hand, Lezai and Niu can be described as relaxed and harmonious.

The two of them hid directly in the repair factory and studied the event-level Mitsubishi EVO from the outside to the inside. They were having a lot of fun discussing, and they also prepared for the future modification of Subaru Impreza, which truly perfectly combined hobbies and work.

It can be said that at this time, the team formed by Lin Xiangbei officially had a shadow of professionalism, rather than the previous straw troupe.

"Have you memorized the standard road book?"

When I saw Li Wenfeng again the next morning, Lin Xiangbei asked directly.

Because memorizing the standard road book template is just the beginning, what we really need to do is to apply what we have learned and change it to a familiar way of reporting.

"No word."

Li Wenfeng nodded, and sweat could be seen on his forehead, not as relaxed as he had arrived the day before yesterday.

"Not bad, very serious."

Hearing this, Li Wenfeng showed a mocking smile on his face, looked at Lin Xiangbei and asked, "Do you also treat me as a young man who is here to play?"

Lin Xiangbei did not deny this issue.

Without Qin Hao's recommendation and if he couldn't find a better choice for the time being, he wouldn't have chosen Li Wenfeng as the navigator. This is indeed a standard rich second-generation young man.

"Lin Xiangbei, it feels annoying to be labeled by someone, so I really want to prove myself. Can you understand?"

"I see."

Lin Xiangbei nodded, because he had been labeled countless labels on him in his previous life and had been treated with various erotic eyes.

I believe many people have heard that when Yao Ming first entered the NBA, he suffered many doubts and ridicule, including many malicious racial discrimination, just because of his identity as a Chinese player.

But compared to the "noble" movement of Equation, which was ruled by white people, the doubts and ridicule in the NBA are really nothing.

Even if a British super driver like Hamilton, who is a six-time champion in the future, has just entered F1 for the first two years because of black blood and pre-race float parade, there is not even a driver who is willing to stand with him and talk to him. The discrimination means such a nude.

Lin Xiangbei logged into the European Formula as a Chinese driver. He really collected discriminatory elements such as nationality, skin color, race, strength, etc. It was not an exaggeration to be called the strongest king in the attack.

Before he ran, he was labeled with various labels and definitions. After running, he didn’t have any results, which was even more ridiculous.

In a sense, Lin Xiangbei had an accident in his previous life, which was because he wanted to prove himself too much. No one wanted to be looked down upon forever, especially for a proud F1 driver!

So he can understand what it feels like to be labeled as a label.

When Li Wenfeng heard Lin Xiangbei's answer, a strange look flashed in his eyes. It felt really good to be understood by others.

Just as he was about to say something, the old drunkard walked in from outside.

"Have you memorized the road book template?"

"No problem, remember it all."

"Very good, prepare to go to the track to simulate road surveying. Remember to save all unnecessary words while understanding them, and use the easiest way to make a road book."

The old drunkard reminded me that because the standard road book is just a template, the road book that riders really use during competitions may be completely different from the official ones.

The reason is very simple. In the case of a rally, if it is a very detailed and cumbersome road book, it will not be easy for the navigator to finish reading it without telling whether the driver can hear it clearly.

Lin Xiangbei nodded and Li Wenfeng, and then followed the old drunkard out of the factory. The Mitsubishi EVO, which once belonged to the Honghe team, was already at the starting point of the track.

Wearing his helmet and HANS system, Lin Xiangbei started the ignition, and the roaring engine sound began to roar, with a shocking power. For a driver, this is the most wonderful music in the world.

“Are you ready?”

Lin Xiangbei Chao asked Li Wenfeng, who was beside him, because he saw the other party's hand holding paper and pen, trembling constantly.

"Is that what, I didn't think anything about driving a car before, but now I'm still excited when riding a car!"

Li Wenfeng scolded, he never thought that he would be so expectant and excited one day.

"Don't shake your hands, don't even be able to see what you wrote."

"You can just drive it, and you will guarantee that there will be no errors!"

Hearing this answer, Lin Xiangbei didn't talk nonsense anymore, and kicked the accelerator and started to simulate the road survey.

The so-called road survey means that before the official competition, the driver and the navigator must survey the race section, and only run twice is allowed at most.

Once, the driver feedbacks the road condition information to the pilot to record it. The second time, the pilot reports the road condition information recorded before and checks it again.

In theory, top WRC drivers like Loeb can achieve the fastest passing speed by running only twice, and hundreds of curves on dozens of kilometers of race stages can be formed in their minds.

This is why Lin Xiangbei also has some memory training on shorthand, because no matter how good the navigator is, he can't remember the entire track himself!

"The left sharp bend is 70 meters ahead, with a curvature of 3, and the half throttle is turned into a right cut."

Hearing that Lin Xiangbei began to report on the road conditions, Li Wenfeng immediately entered the state and quickly recorded it on paper with a pen.

“First 50 right fast bend, curvature 5.”

"Walk straight 100, curvature 6, and go through the right turn at full speed."

"Jump uphill in the first 30, and be careful to avoid the left pit when you land!"

Lin Xiangbei last tried to run and knocked out the front bumper and the tire was blown out, but the old drunkard didn't report the detailed road book and fell into this pit. He couldn't fall twice in the same place!

The track at Guangzhou-Shenzhen Base was built according to the short-track rally template and is less than 3 kilometers long. So even if you look up the road at a slow speed, Lin Xiangbei only took a few minutes to complete the journey.

When he stopped to the starting point, Li Wenfeng's road book next to him was already densely filled with road conditions information, and he was not confused by his hands shaking.

Just as Lin Xiangbei was about to run another lap to check, the old drunkard pointed his head to the car window and said, "Cancel the check, and run at full speed in this lap."

“No checking?”

Lin Xiangbei replied with some differences, shouldn’t the professional norms be run twice?

"Just make a three-kilometer road book and you have to check it out. Is it because you are not good at brains or is it because he is not flexible?"

The old drunkard said this, and directly made both Lin Xiangbei and Li Wenfeng...

"Boy, don't you usually have confidence? I run 2.9 kilometers of this track normally in 1 minute, 33 seconds and 21 seconds. I will show my strength and let me see how fast you can run at full speed!"

"Okay, then I'll let you see."

Lin Xiangbei showed a faint smile on his lips. He was still the proud F1 driver in his bones and was unwilling to admit defeat!

Hearing Lin Xiangbei agreeing, the old drunk suddenly showed a strange smile on his face, and he approached him and said mysteriously: "Do you want to teach you a way to surpass my lap?"

"Tell me, look."
Chapter completed!