He knew that the man was watching him from the stands, like every time before.

He wanted to prove to him that he deserved his attention.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground was sharp and harsh, but Xu Xizhou's heart became extraordinarily calm. The pain in his wrist disappeared, and the aching nerve deep in his brain seemed to temporarily relieve his torment.

Entering the third stage, while pressing the brakes heavily, it is necessary to complete the difficult steering. The car in front of him had locked tires here and nearly skidded off the track.

He took this opportunity to run the line smoothly, cut to the outside, and passed the car in front smoothly.

The next fourteenth and sixteenth turns are very difficult to drive, and a 0.01 second error will send the car into the buffer zone. Xu Xizhou did not dare to relax for a moment, controlled the car precisely, and smoothly entered the next right-angle turn.

In the studio, the two commentators watched in disbelief as the silver-blue car started from tenth place, then overtook it all the way, and successfully counterattacked to fifth place.

"God, it's shocking, we all know that Xu had a tragic accident at Monza last time. It's not easy for him to get back on the track. I didn't expect such a brilliant performance!"

"Yeah, Sochi is arguably one of the hardest tracks to overtake all season, but Xu managed to do it. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the best driver of all F2 drivers who can match Edward's shoulders. , his perseverance, courage and patience are not to be underestimated!"

In the stands, all the spectators stared at the silver-blue racing car. The cold wind was howling, the dark clouds were low, and raindrops gradually fell, and water began to accumulate on the track.

Zhuang Jingchun wore headphones and stared at the silver-blue racing car on the screen without blinking. When he saw puddles appearing on the track, he quickly called an engineer.

"Let Xu Xizhou find a chance to pit, hurry up."

The engineer's voice came over the radio.

"Xu, it's starting to rain, pit stop next lap."

It didn't rain much, and the track got slippery in some places, but mostly dry. Many drivers did not choose to pit in order to keep their positions, but Xu Xizhou chose to trust Zhuang Jingchun, and he made a decisive pit stop on the next lap.

After leaving the station, the rain became heavier. In front of him was Chris from the unique team. The opponent did not change the wet tires, but continued to run on dry tires. Soon his dry tires couldn't adapt to the increasingly slippery track, and he slipped out during a turn.

Xu Xizhou easily surpassed Chris, and before he knew it, his ranking had risen to fourth, and he was within reach of the podium.

In front is Andrew of the Trey team. Compared to Blake's sharp and impetuous driving style, Andrew appears methodical. He knew that Xu Xizhou wanted to overtake him, and he always held the center line firmly and did not give him any opportunity.

The Trey team also chose the strategy of changing the wet tires at the pit stop this time, so the number of tire laps remaining between the two was actually similar. Xu Xizhou knew very well that it would be very difficult to surpass Andrew.

The cold raindrops swept across the helmet, and the vision ahead became extremely blurred. It was almost impossible to recognize the figure of the racing car in front. It was only possible to drive by feel. In a trance, Xu Xizhou seemed to have returned to the rainy battle at Silverstone.

It's just that the rain in Russia is colder than the rain in the UK, and he can't surpass Andrew all the time. Every time he felt he had a chance, Andrew would throw him off the straights again.

Xu Xizhou is very clear that the more he is like this, the less anxious he can be, and he can only keep following Andrew, looking for any opportunity to surpass.

There are only five laps left in the race.

Once again, it enters the exaggerated turn three, where the driver's body will be under pressure of nearly four Gs. The rain screen made everything blurry. Xu Xizhou could not tell whether there was Andrew in front of him or not. He just chose the best route based on his intuition. bending heart.

Something flashed in the field of vision, and then, the engineer's disbelieving voice came from the radio station.

"Xu, you have surpassed Andrew. He exits the corner 0.2 seconds slower than you!"

"Xu, keep moving forward, don't let Andrew overtake you!"

At the moment of surpassing Andrew, Xu Xizhou seemed to really regain his rhythm on the track. He no longer listened to the voice on the radio, but just stared at the front with concentration, the adrenaline in his body was surging.

Fuel up, steer, brake. Into the last lap, Andrew still held on to him tightly, and even took advantage of DRS until he almost passed him again.

The moment the black and white checkered flag waved, the two cars crossed the line almost simultaneously. All the spectators in the stands could not help but stand up, nervously looking at the direction of the finish line.

Zhuang Jingchun frowned tightly, staring at the two racing cars on the screen at the same time. Beside him, the team manager couldn't bear to look at the track, but folded his hands and kept praying in a low voice.

"Unbelievable! Xu Xizhou defended his position in the last lap! He crossed the line 0.3 seconds faster than Andrew! Xu Xizhou of Lightning team, once again on the podium!" The commentator stood up excitedly.

The moment they heard the results, everyone in the lightning team cheered excitedly and rushed to the fence.

Xu Xizhou parked the car back to the waiting area, got out of the car, and a group of people rushed up to surround him. Xu Xizhou raised his hands high, and excitedly applauded and celebrated with everyone.

He was wearing a helmet full of rain, and he couldn't tell who was who. He just hugged them one by one. Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped tightly around his waist and hugged him whole.

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I did the seventh round of nucleic acid today... I'm numb...

Chapter 047

The faint scent of cologne came from the man, and Xu Xizhou quickly realized that the man holding him was Zhuang Jingchun.

In the past, even if he won the championship, Zhuang Jingchun rubbed his head at most, and directly picked him up like today. This was his first experience.