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

They didn't deliberately comfort Zhang Yifei for anything, but this ranking is really a very good result. In recent years, the Prost team has been able to run to the third place in the qualifying race only a handful of times, what else can you not be satisfied with?

Zhang Yifei faced the enthusiastic encouragement of the crew members, and he also had a reluctant smile on his face.

In fact, during the deceleration of the maintenance channel, he had already seen the abuse in the audience, and looking at the weak appearance of the group of Chinese fans who supported him, he felt very uncomfortable and powerless.

If they could have been a little stronger, it might not have been the case, and they could cheer the victory of the Chinese riders with confidence.

It's just a pity that I'm still weak!

took off his helmet and walked into the monitoring area, looking at Cosell who was standing in front of the ring screen as always, Zhang Yifei suddenly didn't know how to face it. He still didn't calm down before, and almost disobeyed Koser's instructions, which may have disappointed him.

Zhang Yifei has always understood in his heart that Korsell has high expectations for himself, and he is definitely not a pole position or sub-station champion, he wants to witness himself become a world champion and become the strongest driver in the F1 paddock.

But I didn't even do a good job of controlling my emotions.

"What are you doing standing here, is your physical strength so good?"

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

"I ......"

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

"Change into your racing suit and go back to the hotel early to rest, aren't you going to run tomorrow's race?"

"Of course not, I want to win the race."

Zhang Yifei replied in a firm tone, he had already tried his best in the qualifying round, how could he retreat in the main race?

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

Korcel was as cold as ever, but he was also equivalent to telling Zhang Yifei that there was no need to explain or apologize to him for today's incident.

They all have one goal, and that is results!

"Hmm."

Zhang Yifei nodded, then turned around and went to the changing room to change out of the full set of equipment on his body.

Watching Zhang Yifei leave, Yamamoto Ukyo walked to Cosell's side and whispered to him: "Mentor, is it too strict with Yifeijun, I think he needs more encouragement in the face of the heavy pressure of the United States Grand Prix." ”

Hearing this, the corners of Cosell's mouth rose slightly, and then he pointed to the notebook on the table and said, "He is not so fragile, and even arrogant in flying, which is more exaggerated than you think." ”

"You mean the elliptical track?"

"Hmm."

Cosell nodded.

"Fei must have wanted to do something, otherwise he wouldn't have run such a pointless thing as an elliptical track, let alone run in such a tight time period between races."

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

After listening to this, Yamamoto Ukyo replied: "Maybe I was not convinced by the ridicule of several Indy champions, Fei told Alessi that he would not kneel and beg for mercy." ”

"Alessi knows, too?"

"Hmm."

"And what did he say?"

"I persuaded two sentences, but finally agreed with Fei's idea."

At this point, the corners of Cosell's mouth rose even more, and he muttered, "That's interesting." ”

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

The fact that he was able to run third in today's qualifying race has proved that last night's crazy training was effective, at least the topographic map of the Indianapolis circuit has been firmly remembered by Zhang Yifei.

At the same time, Zhang Yifei also summarized some problems in qualifying, that is, relying on the extreme late braking on the long straight, and the full throttle on the long corner, this way of grabbing time without fear of death has a limit after all.

Qualifying has come to the threshold of this limit, and for more than 70 laps of the race, I have to walk a tightrope in this way, and I will hit the concrete wall of the Indianapolis circuit at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour, and it depends on the will of God whether I can survive or not.

Therefore, if you really want to win the race, you still have to rely on the most complicated corners and run the most perfect line little by little, which is the basis for victory.

His absolute hard power is not as good as Schumacher's, his familiarity is not as good as Montoya's, and his racing performance is even behind the Big Three.

What Zhang Yifei can do is to work hard and work hard.

When he was in Formula Renault, he trained longer and more intensely than all the drivers. Because he deeply understands a truth, that is, when you lose to your opponent at the starting line, what do you rely on to win if you don't fight?

After entering F1, Zhang Yifei is still the hardest working driver, but not as crazy as before, because F1 has more contact and there are still many things to deal with, and it is impossible to only think about racing cars like junior formula drivers.

Zhang Yifei has never been so eager to win a sub-race as he is today, he is not for his own glory and victory, he just wants to prove that Chinese drivers are not rookies, and Chinese drivers must be respected on the F1 track!

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

Zhang Yifei would rather lose the main match tomorrow because of physical exhaustion, rather than regret not working hard.

Ten laps ...... Twenty laps...... Fifty laps...... One hundred laps!

Zhang Yifei doesn't remember how many laps he ran again, he only knows that the clock on the wall has turned many times.

The complex half-curve layout, almost every cornering route, and every braking point were slowly remembered by Zhang Yifei in countless repeated operations.

Even in many corners, he has formed a physical instinct, when to brake, when to turn the steering wheel, is a subconscious behavior.

Now Zhang Yifei is beginning to understand how the legend that Hamilton can run the Monaco circuit blindfolded on the simulator came about. If he is also blindfolded at this moment, Zhang Yifei also has a certain confidence that he can run the Indianapolis track on the simulator.

At this point, Zhang Yifei cut off the track map, and what appeared in front of him was no longer the F1 standard track, but the oval track of the Indian program. And the car of the simulator has also been changed from the previous F1 car to IndyCar.

Yamamoto Ukyo, who was standing behind Zhang Yifei and recording, looked at Zhang Yifei's action, and felt a shock in his heart.

Tomorrow is the main race, with such tension and pressure, does Zhang Yifei still insist on running the oval track of the Indy event, what is he insisting on?

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

It is no longer the small group it used to be, in the professional F1 team, everyone has their own division of labor, and doing their part to the best is the best contribution to the team, rather than dictating the operation and choice of professional drivers.

Yamamoto Ukyo is not a person who likes to point fingers, and he will not control Zhang Yifei's behavior in this kind of thing.

Time passed again, and the night grew deeper, and this time Alessi did not return to the training room. Because he knows his limits very well, and he can't be crazy like Zhang Yifei, there is no need to join in the fun.

It is better to leave room for Zhang Yifei to devote himself thoroughly, he is actually very curious, this kind of kid, how far can he go under the pressure of the United States.

Alessi didn't appear, but at the door of the simulator training room, another familiar figure appeared, and he was Korcel.

Last night, Korsell didn't expect Zhang Yifei to train frantically before the game, and Yamamoto Ukyo didn't notify him, so he didn't come to the simulator training room to check.

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

In addition, the reason why Korsell came over so late was to see if Zhang Yifei would still run the oval track.

The picture on the monitor entered Cosell's eyes, the oval track, the Indyne program racing, Zhang Yifei really insisted on his actions, and on the premise that he was going to race next year, he was distracted and ran the Indy 500 event, which had nothing to do with it.

"Mentor!"

Sensing that Cousin had appeared beside him, Ukyo Yamamoto shouted in surprise.

Korsell hurriedly made a boo gesture towards him, but in the quiet room, this exclamation was still heard by Zhang Yifei.

He glanced back and saw that Korcel had also arrived, and a surprised expression appeared on his face. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he quickly turned off the footage of the Indy Oval on the simulator.

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

Now that Zhang Yifei has stopped training, Korcel has not hidden it anymore.

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

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

In the face of Cosell's inquiry, the matter has come to this, and there is nothing to hide.

"They can prove that the Indyns are strong, but they shouldn't be used as a shaming target for the Chinese drivers."

Zhang Yifei didn't specifically refer to himself, because he knew that on the track today, even if it wasn't him Zhang Yifei running, but Huang Yifei and Li Yifei, they would also become the targets of humiliation.

It is because the Chinese formula racing is weak, because the Chinese are easy to bully, and because the Chinese drivers are isolated, so they are destined to pick up the persimmon and pinch it softly!

"I can understand that you are not convinced, but what is the point of you doing this, to move yourself?"

"I'm going to challenge them."

"Who? How many Indy champions? ”

"That's right."

Hearing this, Korsell shook his head and replied: "You can't join the Indy race, and they won't enter F1 so quickly, how can you challenge?" ”

"I don't know, but I have to make sure that when this opportunity comes, I'll be on the Indianapolis Circuit and have what it takes to beat them!"

"Do you have it now?"

"Yes!"

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

"Are you ready now, are you going to respond to them tomorrow?"

"That's right, it's not my style to swallow my anger."

Speaking of this, a smile of appreciation actually appeared on Cosell's face.

"There is no reckless mouth cannon, but silently preparing for the battle, very good, very good!"

"Since you have this strength, then tomorrow you will declare war on those bitches!"

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