After the 20 drivers stopped in the parking space, the driver team members also gathered around to make the final preparations before the race.

At the same time, reporters also took advantage of the pre-race preparation opportunity to start interviewing the drivers to see what their thoughts and goals for this race are.

Zhang Yifei, as a pole position player, should naturally be the focus of attention, but what he didn't expect was that the preferred target of this group of reporters was actually Massa, who was ranked second.

This made Zhang Yifei a little depressed, no one interviewed him when he didn't get the pole position, but now they are all pole position players, and they are not the first object of attention

This group of event reporters also has their reasons, the accident at the Massa circuit has caused a lot of attention, and Zhang Yifei has snatched the pole position, so the reporters want to know what Massa thinks now.

"Massa, did yesterday's track accident affect your performance today?"

"It doesn't matter, it was only a minor injury yesterday."

Massa's tone is very calm, which is also in line with his relatively mild personality, you must know that he can be regarded as a qualified "wingman" when he is the second driver in the future.

"So what are your goals for today's race?"

"Champion!"

Massa did not hesitate to say the word, everyone has a young and vigorous time, he has already held his breath.

"The champion Chinese driver Fei also said in the previous interview that this is a title he must get, what do you think about this?"

"Then let him win me this time."

Hearing this, a reporter soon came to Zhang Yifei's side, pointed the microphone at him and asked: "Fei, Massa is bound to win the championship in this station, what do you think?"

"I don't think anything, he can't win."

When this sentence was said and transmitted to the big screen of the track broadcast through the camera, the audience was in an uproar.

Agreed, opposed, appreciative, abusive, anyway, there are all kinds of voices.

For these hustles and bustles, Zhang Yifei has long been used to it, compared to what he said in the past, all kinds of ridicule and boos came out, and today it is just an argument, which can be regarded as a kind of progress, isn't it

At the very least, some people are beginning to identify with their own strength.

"Are you so confident, will you underestimate your opponent?"

When Zhang Yifei heard this, a mocking smile appeared on his face: "Many people underestimate me." ”

That's right, this is the reality, what's wrong with wanting to win the championship, why are there so many doubts.

When Massa said that he was going to win the championship, why didn't anyone ask in such a skeptical tone, wasn't it because he thought that Massa had this strength and there was nothing to doubt

Today, Zhang Yifei just wants these people to see what absolute strength is!

In the face of Zhang Yifei's answer, the reporter wanted to ask a few more questions, but at this time, the whistle on the track had sounded, and irrelevant personnel began to leave the track.

Chen Zhi and Toyota technicians also routinely said refueling to Zhang Yifei, and then walked through the guardrail and left the track.

Only Kossel, the race engineer, was left, and Ah Hu stood at the rear of the car with an external ignition system.

Although the possibility of Zhang Yifei waiting for the ignition to turn off is quite low, this kind of thing is not afraid of 10,000, just in case, the technician with the external ignition battery is always the last to leave the track.

"These journalists always like to ask boring questions."

Korcel complained, he was standing next to the car just now, naturally these questions were heard in his ears, and his personality was naturally very annoyed by these crooked questions.

"I think it's funny."

Zhang Yifei replied with a sneer, the reporter's questions are never for themselves, but on behalf of the audience behind them.

He can ask such a question, naturally there are many people with questioning eyes, Zhang Yifei wants to see how long they can question.

"By the way, don't you have any game strategy for this main event?"

Zhang Yifei returned to the topic, and Korsell didn't seem to say anything constructive except for asking about tires.

Anyway, I'm also my own race engineer, which is a little too paddling.

"What strategy do you want?"

"If I want to know any strategy, I need to ask you"

Zhang Yifei was a little speechless, before Yamamoto Ukyo felt that he was not a qualified race engineer, because he was not good at communication, he talked less, and he didn't know what to say.

As a result, Kossel, the old German man, is not as good as Yamamoto Ukyo, and he is too lazy to say it!

"The strategy is not to let go of the throttle, to run as fast as you can."

"Damn, it's not you who dare to play with your life."

"If I go up, I'll be more desperate than you."

After Cosell said this, he didn't wait for the second whistle to blow, and directly planned to leave the field early.

This kind of ruthless style has a posture that hides merit and fame.

"Brother Fei, Kossel is so cool, this is in line with the spirit of German iron and blood!"

Ah Hu's voice came out coldly, and there was a look of adoration.

"Fuck off, you know how to be a man of iron and blood."

Zhang Yifei replied angrily, this is his own race engineer, not German Prime Minister Bismarck, it is almost the 21st century, and he is still iron-blooded

Outside the paddock, Yamamoto Ukyo was surprised to see that Cousin had actually left the field early, which one was this trouble

However, Cosell is also his own mentor, and Yamamoto Ukyo can only stubbornly go up and ask: "Mentor, aren't you going to say something to Yifei-kun?"

"You graduated from racing engineering, you know the procedures of the formula circuit, and there are a lot of tactical strategies for this kind of junior formula?"

"I don't think so."

The junior formula run is over, and the individual strength of the runners is more important, and even many of them are paid drivers, not even the team, how can there be any complicated tactical strategy.

"Since there isn't, what's there to say"

Hearing Coser's words, Yamamoto Ukyo was speechless for a while, and felt that it seemed to be such a truth.

But soon he felt that something was wrong, and said, "Mentor, then I should also remind the boulevard, this may be the most important thing in today's main competition." ”

"The information of the McLaren team's strategy team has been shown to him, as long as he is not lazy, he naturally knows how to deal with it."

Hearing this, Yamamoto Ukyo was stunned, and then suddenly said: "Mentor, it's actually because you trust Yifei-kun very much."

The corners of Coser's eyes moved, but he didn't answer Yamamoto Ukyo's words, just clasped his hands in front of his chest and looked at the track ahead with an expressionless face.

The second whistle blew and all the crew, including the crew, evacuated the track, leaving only twenty drivers and their cars.

The indicator light above the track began to light up, and the first warm-up lap officially began, and Zhang Yifei, as a pole position player, was naturally driving in the front.

The feeling of the first car is good!

Zhang Yifei sighed in his heart, ranking first in the driver, who had a wide field of vision and no interference next to him. Each corner can be the first to seize the cornering route, and then laugh at the group of "rookies" behind you to fight for me.

Soon onto the boulevard, some sections of the ground were slightly waterlogged, but it did not affect the race.

But soon Zhang Yifei felt the problem that Yamamoto Ukyo said, that is, when the car passed, the air flowed quickly and the sound trembled, and the condensed water droplets on the leaves dripped down one after another, as if it was still raining on the boulevard.

"Tick, tick" droplets, and even a few drops fell on Zhang Yifei's helmet, drawing water marks one after another.

To be honest, this is the first time Zhang Yifei has experienced the feeling of "in the rain" track, once he encountered rainy weather in Toyota Youth Training, he directly stopped track training, and he had no chance to feel the taste of racing in the rain.

Toyota youth training base does this, there are also their reasons, after all, there are a group of youth training students, only a month or two after coming in, the risk of high-speed training in the rain is too great, and ensuring the safety of students has become the primary condition.

It can only be said that Zhang Yifei's stay in the Toyota youth training base is too short, and if he can receive half a year of vocational training, it is estimated that there will be a racing subject in the rain.

The warm-up lap ended quickly, and all the drivers returned to the parking space again, and the drivers in the back line basically locked their eyes on Zhang Yifei.

This time, not only Zhang Yifei wants to prove his strength, but they also want to prove themselves, and by the way, they want to hit the arrogance of this Chinese kid.

The thirty-minute countdown lights up, and the five lights begin to light up in turn, representing the arrival of the countdown to five seconds.

When all the indicators went out, Zhang Yifei went down with a foot of floor oil, and the speed of the engine rose wildly, and then he deflected to the right sharply, and directly pressed the car at the starting stage, suppressing Massa behind his car!

This is actually what Zhang Yifei has always wanted to do, and there is nothing more enjoyable than pressing a future F1 driver to the back of his car and looking at the taillights.

At the same time, this move is undoubtedly a response to Massa's fingers, there is only one champion, I'm sorry, I want to win this game!

"Oh, I can see that this race is really full of gunpowder, and the pole sitter showed his strength in the early stages, both the operation and the reaction were perfect, and the riders behind him were not given any chance."

"But Fei also made an interesting move, he changed lines to the right after he started, and pressed Massa behind his car."

"You must know that after the start of the Hockenheim circuit, there is a full throttle area of nearly 15 seconds, and this stage of line change is actually of little significance, more of a declaration of war and a provocation. Is the dark horse of this Renault European Championship finally going to fight with the strongest drivers?"

Red's commentary tone was very excited, and sure enough, Fei did not disappoint himself, and he deserved to be the dark horse player of the Renault European Cup!

Not only is he confident and arrogant when he interviews outside the paddock, but inside the paddock, he is also full of aggression and has the confidence to challenge the best driver, Massa!

The stronger the smell of gunpowder on the track, the better the spectacle of the race. While also pushing out the driver's potential, Red has a hunch that a track version of the Fast and Furious will be staged today.