Xu Xizhou looked at the red light above his head, his heart was beating fast, he took a deep breath and clenched the steering wheel.

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

Chapter 106 Proposal

Di Cario's start was as fast and smooth as ever. The red and black car penetrated the air like a sharp sword and raised a huge wake on the track.

Not to be outdone, Xu Xizhou quickly caught up with Edward who was second, and the two drove side by side into the next high-speed corner.

The Monte Carlo track was too narrow. For safety's sake, Xu Xizhou could only delay braking and watch Edward enter the corner first.

At this time, Elliott of the Mercedes-Benz team behind was also chasing him. Xu Xizhou clenched the steering wheel and felt the sweat oozing from his back. Looking out from the helmet's goggles, the city's streetscape was distorted at high speed, overwhelming his field of vision.

The car's engine was deafening, and something was boiling in the veins. In the rearview mirror, a blue-black color was quietly approaching, like a ghostly shadow.

Xu Xizhou curled his lips. On the straights, Mercedes' engine was unstoppable, but on a track like the Monte Carlo circuit with many high-speed corners, the advantage of Mercedes-Benz was greatly diminished.

He ignored the Mercedes chasing behind him, his eyes fixed on the Red Bull racing in front of him.

Lap after lap, the gap between him and Edward kept getting smaller. And Elliott behind him was finally fed up with the endless waiting. Taking advantage of the next corner out of the tunnel, he flexibly circled to the outside of him, trying to seize the center line in advance.

Xu Xizhou didn't give him the slightest chance to brake precisely and slide into the corner smoothly. And Errett slipped off the track accidentally because the tire locked, and was caught up by the car behind him.

"What a wonderful defense, Xu Xizhou looks good today!"

"Elliott is really careless. Although Xu Xizhou is a rookie in F1, his strength is obvious to all. You know, in the F1 race in Morocco last year, Xu Xizhou surpassed Edward and won the championship. I don't know today, Will Xu Xizhou surprise us?"

On the VIP stand.

Zhuang Jingchun put her hands on her knees and stared at the live broadcast on the screen without blinking. Wang Miao and Zhang Yan each took a national flag and kept waving and shouting, cheering Xu Xizhou loudly.

The boy wearing black-rimmed glasses stared at the big screen and listened to the whistling sound of the racing engine. His heart was surging. He took out a small red flag from his backpack. impatient voice.

"It's noisy, don't be stupid."

Lu Rong's expression was not very good-looking.

The boy curled his lips in embarrassment, silently took the little red flag back, put it on his knee, and cheered Xu Xizhou secretly in his heart.

In the second half of the race, the smell of gunpowder on the track became stronger and stronger.

"My God, Xu Xizhou overtook Edward at the corner of death!" The commentary's voice was a little excited.

No one could see how Xu Xizhou did it, only the high-speed camera recorded everything.

The two entered the corner one after another at a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour. At the moment when they were about to exit the corner, Xu Xizhou ghostly cut to Edward's inside line, quietly hit the south side and went crazy to complete the second place.

Looking at the orange racing car in front of him, Edward twitched the corners of his mouth, with both helplessness and admiration in his eyes!

This guy has grown up so quickly, the potential is really terrifying!

Only Red Bull's Di Cario was left in front.

In the last ten laps, Xu Xizhou tried his best, almost exhausted all his energy, and still failed to catch up with him.

As the world champion and Red Bull's No. 1 driver, Di Cario's control over the car has reached an extreme. The braking point he chooses every time he corners is perfect, he can't pick out any faults, and when he exits the corner, it is fast and stable, with a fierce momentum that no one can surpass.

Xu Xizhou clearly realized how big the gap between the two was. Even so, he did not lose heart and narrowed the gap between the two to half a second on the last lap.

At the end of the Moroccan Grand Prix, Xu Xizhou made history and won the second place, becoming the first Chinese driver to reach the podium in F1 history.

As soon as he got out of the car, Xu Xizhou was surrounded by excited engineers, and everyone came up to hug him and congratulate him. Xu Xizhou also responded with a smile.

Although he didn't win the championship, he still has a little regret in his heart, but he has done his best to live up to anyone's expectations.

The most important thing is that he finally defeated a voice in his mind that had been denying him, and completed his transcendence.

When he got off the podium, Xu Xizhou didn't take two steps before being carried into his arms. With pure joy on her face, Zhuang Jingchun hugged his waist tightly and kissed his forehead hard.

"Xiaozhou, congratulations!"

"Old Xu, you are too awesome. Hurry up, let me hug him too." Wang Miao squeezed over unwillingly, spread his arms, and wanted to hug Xu Xizhou.

Zhuang Jingchun hurriedly stood in front of Xu Xizhou, "He is very tired now and needs to go back to rest. Let's celebrate together at night."

"Then can I hold it?" Zhang Yan was a little eager to move, and looked behind Wang Miao, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Xu Xizhou full of admiration.

Before Zhuang Jingchun spoke, Wang Miao spoke first, and he pinched his arm unwillingly.

"Who said you can hug other men, you don't have any virility!"

Zhang Yan rolled his eyes and shook his hand away, "There are handsome European guys everywhere. It's better to hug anyone than you."

"Okay, you, I just saw you flirting with a blond European, thinking about getting out of the wall, right?"

"You two are not naive, just like children in kindergarten." Xu Xizhou couldn't stand it any longer and came out to mediate the dispute between the two.

Suddenly thinking of something, he looked in the direction of the stands.