"What the hell happened last night, why didn't you tell me?"

Cosell looked at his student with a hint of anger in his tone.

As the team's chief race engineer, he needs to have a comprehensive understanding of the driver's training progress, and the job of data analyst Ukyo Yamamoto is to present all the data he has compiled to Korsell for judgment and decision.

Simulator training lap time, which is a very important item in the driver's data, especially in the pre-race moments, Yamamoto Ukyo actually failed to say anything?

"Fei didn't let me say it, he said that this lap time is not representative, and it was hit by playing extreme crashes."

"Did you believe what he said?"

Cowsell is still very angry, Yamamoto Ukyo's IQ can't believe this kind of nonsense, what the hell are these two young people doing, taking the US Grand Prix as child's play?

In the face of the mentor's questioning, Yamamoto Ukyo did not open his mouth to explain, of course he didn't believe it, but he also promised Zhang Yifei that he must keep his promise.

Just when Yamamoto Ukyo was silent, a roar of the engine came from far to near, and Zhang Yifei drove the JS53 car, ended the third practice session, and returned to the team pit.

Seeing that Zhang Yifei was back, Korsell didn't care about Yamamoto Youkyo's concealment, because the person concerned had already returned, and he could ask him face-to-face if he had any questions.

Parking the car in the maintenance parking space, Zhang Yifei pushed off the mask on the helmet and prepared to get out of the cockpit. As a result, he found that not only the technician team had come over, but also the entire team strategy team, especially Kossel, who was looking at him with a straight face.

"Ran eighth, there's no need for such a grand welcome."

Seeing Coser's unkind appearance, Zhang Yifei knew that nothing good had happened, so he made a joke and tried to ease the atmosphere.

"What happened to your simulator training last night?"

Hearing this question, Zhang Yifei knew that the final lap time of last night had been known by Korcel. So he looked directly at Yakyo Yamamoto, and only this guy could leak secrets.

Facing Zhang Yifei's gaze, Yamamoto Youkyo shook his head at him with an innocent expression, and he didn't know how to explain what happened before.

"It's not much, it's just that the lap time of the running simulator is better."

"Then why is there such a big gap between Sanlian and the simulator?"

"I'm afraid of death, so the track is slow."

Zhang Yifei replied simply and rudely, which directly stunned everyone present, and even Korsell didn't know what to say for a while, because this reason seemed to be very reasonable.

But soon Korcel reacted, and he, who has always adhered to the identity of a cultural person, couldn't help but burst into a foul language: "bullshit (bullshit), if you are afraid of death, you will not be able to run today's results!" ”

Cosel came all the way from Renault Formula Junior with Zhang Yifei, when this kid was still a rookie, he executed many of his crazy and radical orders without ambiguity, and even the rest of the team, such as Yamamoto Ukyo, was afraid of those instructions!

This kid is one of the most daring drivers he has ever seen on the track, and he is not even inferior to Senna back then.

And this time in the United States Grand Prix, Zhang Yifei was despised and ridiculed in various ways, and was even humiliated by the three Indy champions. According to this kid's character, he is absolutely crazy and wants to prove himself, how can he run slowly because he is afraid of death?

Seeing that Cosell was going crazy, Zhang Yifei also understood this kind of nonsense reason, and he definitely couldn't get past it.

So he said seriously: "Last night, the simulator training was quite long, so I wanted to save my state and strength in the practice session for the afternoon qualifying session. ”

This is indeed one of the real reasons why Zhang Yifei runs slowly, and in the two practice sessions yesterday, even though the climate in Indiana is very suitable and does not cause dehydration due to heavy sweating, there is also a lot of physical pressure on the drivers.

Under normal circumstances, drivers would have rested and maintained their strength for today's qualifying session. Even drivers who are not in great shape, or who are confident in their familiarity with the track, will ask the team's test drivers to help run the practice sessions.

And Zhang Yifei's five-hour crazy simulator training time, even if the intensity of physical strength and energy consumption is not as good as the official competition on the track, but the time is too long, even the iron man can't bear it.

So he didn't give his best in the third practice, and chose to focus on the qualifying session in the afternoon, which was the event that decided the final result.

"And how long did you leave the simulator on last night?"

Cosell asked, and he still believed in this reason.

Before Zhang Yifei could answer, Yamamoto Ukyo, who was next to him, turned out the practice time recorded yesterday and helped Zhang Yifei speak.

"4 hours, 56 minutes, 33 seconds."

When this number came out, the faces of the crew members were a little shocked, and they didn't know what to say.

Because even if you simulate training for an hour or two, it's an exaggerated time, after all, it's a break between Grand Prix, and most drivers won't train like crazy at this point in time, and their bodies can't bear it.

And Zhang Yifei actually ran for five hours, this is simply playing with his life, he said before that he was afraid of death in the competition, so he was not afraid of such a crazy training and sudden death?

"Five hours! Don't you know you're going to race today? ”

Korsell yelled at Zhang Yifei angrily.

He is indeed a very aggressive race engineer, and even the track instructions and strategies issued many times are on the edge of the limit, and Zhang Yifei needs to dance on the tip of the knife.

But Korsell is also very sensible, at least he knows where the limit of physical fitness is, two days and one night and four races have tested the physical fitness of the drivers, Zhang Yifei actually ran five hours of practice races, is he so confident in his physical fitness?

In the face of Cosell's anger, Zhang Yifei was just silent, indeed this kind of crazy simulation training is not a rational behavior.

Yesterday he and Korsell were still here to talk about calming down, but he still did it, so he was naturally speechless.

Seeing that Zhang Yifei didn't speak, Korsell stared at Zhang Yifei's eyes, and he didn't see any dodging and evasion in his eyes, but extremely firm.

This is not the look that a person with a weak heart and making mistakes should have, there is something beyond Zhang Yifei's reason, and even allows him to challenge his physical limits.

"Let's overhaul the car first, get ready for the afternoon qualifying, you come in with me."

Caser didn't continue in the garage, after all, drivers also want to save face, and talking too much in front of all the crew members, even if the relationship between the two sides is also a teacher and a friend, it is not good.

The pit team began overhauling the car, and the team strategy team returned to the console.

"You're still not convinced by the ridicule on the track and the contempt of the Indynas, right?"

"Yes."

Zhang Yifei looked directly into Cosell's eyes and replied without hesitation, he didn't plan to bow his head at the American Grand Prix from beginning to end!

"You retained your strength in the practice round, and you plan to make a splash in the more important qualifying matches and use your strength to respond to these public opinions, right?"

"That's right, for this reason, the one who has the last laugh is the winner."

also did not hide it, Zhang Yifei said what was in his heart, in addition to retaining his physical strength, he wanted to experience what is called the experience from heaven to hell when American fans are laughing at him more happily!

"Since you have this idea of fighting back, why didn't you tell me?"

Zhang Yifei did not answer this question.

"Do you think I'm going to block it, I'm going to oppose it?"

is still silent, this is indeed Zhang Yifei's thoughts, he actually understands that this kind of crazy move may be self-defeating.

After all, if you run calmly step by step, your performance is slowly improving, and you may be able to rush into the points area in the end, which is definitely a satisfactory result for newcomers.

But if you don't do it by yourself, if you don't have a huge improvement, you may have a huge decline due to physical fitness and state factors, which is an extreme way to become a benevolent person if you don't succeed.

He didn't know what Korsell would do if he found out, but Zhang knew he had to. In order to avoid all the obstructions and interference factors from the outside world, he asked Yamamoto Ukyo not to tell anyone.

The path you choose, you can walk alone.

"Now that you've made your choice, stay the course."

Cosell looked at Zhang Yifei's firm eyes and replied lightly.

"Don't you think I'm doing something wrong?"

"It's not for me to decide what is right or wrong, it's what you think you're doing right."

"Thank you, Cosell."

Zhang Yifei understood at this moment that he still underestimated Kossel after all, and he really understood the reason why he fought so hard.

Not because of the results, but for the dignity of a Chinese driver!

"Run the afternoon qualifying race and use the results to respond to this group of bitches on the track!"

Not only did Zhang Yifei feel humiliated, but the crew members were actually holding their breath. Korcel is no longer polite, since he has decided to fight back, he will subdue the other party!

"I will!"

Zhang Yifei replied firmly, he was ready!

After the third practice match, there was actually a lot less ridicule against Zhang Yifei.

This is not the conscience of the Yankees, but Zhang Yifei is just a small shrimp in their eyes, targeting this kind of Chinese rookie every day, it is simply a self-degraded.

And now on the track, there is a bigger boss that attracts firepower, that is, the person is Schumacher.

Just when the Americans thought Montoya would take control of the Indianapolis circuit, Schumacher used his lap time to show the world that he was still the best driver.

Whether it's the F1 track or the Indy track, as long as I have Schumacher, no one can dominate in front of me!