"My mother, I made you laugh. This is the first time I come to watch the Xiaozhou competition. Don't tell me, I'm more nervous than seeing my own son sitting on it."

Zhuang Jingchun:  …

numb.

Shu Yue didn't seem to be dissatisfied with the title of in-laws mother, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, "It was the same when I watched Xiaozhou's game for the first time, but I got used to it gradually."

Jiang Xia showed a very understanding expression and put her hand on Shu Yue's shoulder sympathetically.

"When watching Xiaozhou's game, you must be more difficult than everyone else. I hope he wins, but also hope that he can be safe and not run too fast. It's really hard to be a parent."

When Shu Yue heard her words, her eyes turned slightly red. She remembered that Zhuang Jingchun was also a racing driver before, and Jiang Xia had probably experienced her mental journey, and her heart suddenly felt much relieved.

"Yes, but this is something Xiaozhou likes. As long as I see him happy, I am happy."

While the two families were chatting, the qualifying round over there was over. Xu Xizhou, like last time, started in fifth place.

After he got out of the car, he was called to a meeting by Carl. Probably because he was afraid that he would repeat the mistakes of the last time, he reminded him to keep his position in the race tomorrow and not overtake rashly.

"The one ahead of you is Red Bull's Edward. You two have played against each other many times. You should be familiar with his driving style. I know you can't help but overtake him, but Red Bull has a good chance to cooperate. Yes, if you are caught by two Red Bulls after overtaking, the scene will be ugly. So you must stabilize your position first, you know?"

Xu Xizhou turned the helmet in his hand several times and nodded reluctantly.

Sunday afternoon.

The five red lights went out and the San Marino Grand Prix officially started.

The moment the red light went out, the two Mercedes-Benzes in the first row passed the starting point almost simultaneously. At the same time, Di Cario, who was in third, accelerated instantly and used the wake to overtake Elliott, who was in second.

Xu Xizhou started slowly and caught up with Edward after the first corner. After exiting Turn 3, he pushed up the gear and entered Turn 4 almost at the same time as Edward.

However, Edward still took a step ahead of him, and cut into the straight with a smooth line, leaving him behind in an instant. Xu Xizhou was not in a hurry, but followed behind him unhurriedly, looking for an opportunity to overtake.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, the corners of Edward's mouth twitched slightly in the red and black helmet.

"This guy is still the same as in F2 before."

Xu Xizhou was familiar with Edward's driving style, and the other party was also familiar with him. He knew exactly which corner Xu Xizhou wanted to pass him. And in terms of the overall performance of the car, there is still a gap between McLaren and Red Bull. Of course he would not let Xu Xizhou succeed easily.

The competition for the top three positions was very fierce. The two Mercedes-Benz cars firmly occupied the first and second positions. After Di Cario was overtaken by Elliott, he could not get in. He squeezed the steering wheel a little fiery, and his eyes became more and more irritable.

The game is in the middle of the game.

The competition in the rear points area became more and more intense, and a Williams had an engine problem and had to withdraw from the race. A Ferrari and Renault collided, nearly triggering the safety car, but the accident was minor and no debris was left on the track, and the race continued as usual.

Xu Xizhou knew that he was playing a psychological game with Edward. Edward, of course, knew his favorite overtaking spot, and he would definitely be very guarded in those corners. This time, he had to do the opposite, and unexpectedly overtook Edward in the hardest corner.

The two entered the station one after another. After exiting the station, Edward opened a gap of more than half a second with him. Xu Xizhou was very stable and chased after him calmly.

Seeing that he had not made any movement, but followed behind him honestly, Edward was a little puzzled.

Driving so conservatively is not like this guy's style. Just now at Turns 3 and 4, he obviously had a chance to overtake, so why didn't he try?

While he was wondering, the next hairpin came on schedule. After hesitating for a few tenths of a second, in the rearview mirror, an orange ghostly chased up, cut into his inside line, turned ahead of time, headed into the center of the bend first, and overtook him neatly.

Edward's eyes widened, and he cursed with swearing words. He wanted to catch up, but Xu Xizhou had already stepped up the gas pedal and headed for the next high-speed left turn, leaving him far behind.

"Xu, the overtaking just now was great! Be sure to hold on!" The engineer's voice was a little excited.

Xu Xizhou gave a lazily grace.

The engineer listened to the voice on the radio, and always felt that his state was a little strange.

"Xu, don't you want to surpass Di Cario?"

"Can't you?"

Carl's voice suddenly sounded on the radio.

"Xu, the fourth place is already very good, don't be impulsive. Di Cario is too strong, it is difficult for you to surpass him."

"But if I didn't pass Edward just now, I wouldn't finish fourth. I want to try again."

After saying this, he turned off the radio.

"What the ***!!" Karl swears in anger.

Now in front of Xu Xizhou is the four-time F1 world champion and the number one driver of the Red Bull Racing Team Di Cario this season.

Di Cario was selected for the Red Bull's youth academy when he was only 13 years old. After winning the championship for two consecutive years in F3 and sweeping all European racing awards, he entered F1 at the age of 19, and was in the process of becoming a champion. Red Bull won the world championship in his first year of service.

All the media praised him as a talented driver, and his driving style was extremely domineering. If it wasn't for the two Mercedes-Benz cars in front of him being guarded strictly and not giving him any opportunity, he should have ignored the wear and tear of the tires and overtook the past recklessly.

In F1 competition, all teams use official tires, and the number is fixed. The violent driving style wears out tires and there are a dozen or so laps left in the race.