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Chapter 1200: 1199: Roaring Engines

Chapter 1200: Chapter 1199: Roaring Engines

Roar! Roar roars!

The whole world trembles, and standing on the ground, you can clearly feel the slight tremors transmitted, numbing your body as it rushes through your bloodstream straight to your head. Like a micro-earthquake, waves upon waves of air crash into you, and even before the track and cars come into view, one can sense the atmosphere on-site.

Beyond the auditory roars and visual shocks, the tingling sensed by touch, the heat captured by smell, and even the taste on the tip of the tongue can perceive the air’s dryness and fervor. All five senses are fully engaged, and every cell in the body quietly melts in this restless eruption.

Formula One, a radically different and exhilarating sport.

Revered as one of the world’s three major sporting events alongside the World Cup and the Olympics, it’s plain on the surface: accelerating from zero to one hundred kilometers per hour in just 2.5 seconds, and breaching two hundred kilometers per hour within five seconds.

Despite FIA’s regulations reform on racing, with current speed limits on Formula One cars, during its peak, a Formula One car’s top speed once surpassed four hundred kilometers per hour, constantly challenging extremes in the pursuit of humanity’s ultimate speed.

Yet, one can only truly feel being on the scene that Formula One is far beyond just about speed.

Perhaps speed is people’s most straightforward first impression of the sport. But even without being a racer, simply as a spectator, one can feel it’s about sweat and passion, about hot blood and rationality, and even about team cooperation.

Like Frankenstein’s creation of a monster, humanity’s flesh and blood harmoniously blend with cold steel and iron, yet what emerges in the end is not a monster, but a deity!

In a sense, this is a god-making sport, relying on human wisdom and mechanical power to push boundaries and explore infinite possibilities.

The track, hidden behind endless throngs of spectators, already has the vibrations and agitations spreading through the air, making the heart uncontrollably race.

In Li Wei’s not-too-long professional career, he’s experienced various home and away games, yet he’s still overwhelmed by the scene in front of him—

A turn, and the view suddenly opens up; a grand and vast scene spectacularly unfolds in front of him, leaving the eyes struggling to keep up.

Under the golden sun, the track gleams with metallic luster, winding and turning like a coiled dragon resting briefly on the hills. The rolling heat waves in the air burn like the dragon’s breath.

The track continues extending as far as the eye can see, sometimes rapidly descending, sometimes suddenly turning, just glancing with the eye is enough to depict the racer’s tense and hectic maneuvering between gas pedal, brake, and steering wheel.

Not far away, at the iconic first corner of the American Circuit, the cars skim the ground, raising a cloud of dust. Every slight lane change and acceleration lifts the heart gently, and even before realizing it, the blood is already boiling, footsteps and ground collisions becoming light and joyful, eager to rush to the trackside—

Like Icarus chasing the sun, recklessly flapping his wings to fly high, just trying to get a little closer to the sun, even if the price is to be shattered to pieces.

Dazzling, overwhelming.

Very briefly, Li Wei temporarily forgets the Netflix shooting team surrounding him, also temporarily forgets that today he comes here with the heavy responsibility of socializing and promotion, focusing solely on racing.

Standing on a small hill, his feet capture the fleeting afterimage of racing cars flashing by through the iron railing, and inadvertently in the corner of his eyes, he sees a moving golden nest of hair, defiant and messy strands seemingly having a mind of their own, growing wild, like a mad scientist.

Li Wei glances, then can’t help but steal another look, cheering like a racing fan.

“Kimi, go for it!”

Wearing a red and white racing suit with sunglasses, the person passing by expressionless pauses slightly, glancing hurriedly, ready to continue—

Kimi Raikkonnen, a Formula One racer, turned professional in 2001. Known as the “Ice Man,” this racer has had a tumultuous career, undoubtedly one of the most talented of the mid-generation, though somewhat unfortunate, winning only one annual championship title in the 2007 season, along with two runner-ups and three third-place finishes.

Last season, Raikkonen, representing the Ferrari Team, claimed the annual driver’s third place, and this season, he transferred to join the Alfa Romeo Team.

Li Wei doesn’t know much about Formula One, but Schumacher and Raikkonen are among the few racers Li Wei knows and admires, feeling especially close.

At this moment, seeing in person, Li Wei rarely transforms into a racing fan.

Raikkonen didn’t mind; countless cheers and support stem from fans, and this naturally cold-faced racer is already accustomed to such scenes, lightly nodding his head, prepared to continue moving forward, but a subconscious feeling of slight unease halts his steps, making him look again—

First, that person is inside the wire fence, in an area where spectators aren’t allowed.

Second, that person is surrounded by a Netflix crew, and cameras are rolling.

Lastly, that person’s stature, demeanor, and attire are evidently out of the ordinary.

Everything signifies uniqueness.

Yet, Raikkonen still wishes to leave, after all, isn’t it just another unfamiliar face? Aren’t there fewer amateurs invited by sponsors to watch the race every year?

Moreover, most are ignorant fools, and you don’t get compensated for injuries from socializing with fools!

If unnecessary, Raikkonen prefers not to deal with these amateurs.

But after hesitating momentarily, Raikkonen still politely responds.

“The view ahead is better.”

Li Wei flashes a smile, “I can guess that. But when Alice first entered the dream, she couldn’t miss any scene.”

“In fact, if she misses it, might she never escape the Red Queen Kingdom?”

Raikkonen: …

After a brief silence, Raikkonen nods again, saying no more, turns, and leaves straight away.

The most dreaded is the sudden silence in the air.

Li Wei turns to look at the Netflix cameraman’s lens, with a face full of innocence and clear eyes—

Yet he does not speak, surprisingly letting the awkward air hang lingering.

But without speaking, that innocent expression is already the best response, paired with the engine roars at the site, comedy effect maxed out.

Members of the Netflix production team all shift their gaze, struggling to restrain their slightly twitching shoulders, almost failing to maintain composure.

Then, Li Wei reluctantly retracts his gaze, continuing to step forward. He hasn’t walked far before stopping again, this time someone calls out to him.

“Hey, Li Wei! Professor!”

With a lively, enthusiastic shout piercing through the engine roars to hit the eardrum, turning around, a graceful figure approaches ethereally.