[TS] Formula One Streamer - Chapter 87
It goes without saying that driving styles vary greatly, just like people’s personalities.
They can be broadly divided into two categories: defensive or aggressive.
Some may prefer to operate stably, opting not to delve into risky moves unless there is a clear opportunity.
On the other hand, some may prefer to take hazardous risks even if the situation isn’t certain.
Well, it doesn’t mean that someone who mainly operates stably won’t make bold choices, but generally speaking, that tends to be the case.
It fits their nature; it’s comfortable for them.
It’s natural for a right-handed person to eat with their right hand, and for a left-handed person to use their left hand.
“Are you telling me to do this?”
In that sense, Lee Haeri, who had been trained by Yoo Yi-hyun, was feeling significant reverse pressure from Max.
Max Verstappen: You can do it. Keep going until you succeed.
Unlike Yoo Yi-hyun, who emphasized understanding the circuit and the basics of driving.
Max Verstappen, true to his competitive nature, was constantly challenging Haeri.
He didn’t just refrain from teaching advanced techniques like trail braking, which Yoo Yi-hyun had sealed off, saying it was better not to use it clumsily.
When racing against AI, he often received instructions to overtake at various times.
He insisted that racing is a sport where you must surpass your opponent to claim first place, and that you should be accustomed to the sensation of overtaking.
In order to meet the suddenly changing demands of her instructor, Haeri was forcing herself to change her driving style.
Max Verstappen: Now, overtake!
“Yes!”
Boom! Push and go—
Following Max’s instructions, she overtook the car ahead, but immediately lost grip on the corner that came right after and crashed into the wall in her pink race car.
How many times was this now?
“Haah… I’m sorry.”
Haeri clearly understood Max’s instructions in her mind, but her head and body were always at odds.
Could “logically possible” be used here?
Her body showed no signs of accepting the logic in her mind.
What good is it if it makes sense logically? No matter how much she collided physically, there was no hope that it would be possible.
Caught up in self-loathing, Haeri sighed deeply without pressing the repair button, leaning her head on the steering wheel.
Though she possessed a fiery passion that could rival anyone else, repeated failures dragged anyone down into despair.
As she fell into despair, which was a plausible excuse, she was briefly caught in a sweet moment of respite.
As expected.
Max, with his fiery personality, seemed to care nothing for the feelings of a loser and issued a command.
Max Verstappen: It’s alright. You can try again.
“Again?”
Max Verstappen: Yes, I said keep going until you succeed.
“That seems too harsh.”
Just as Haeri was feeling the weight of a large wall amidst continuous failures and about to struggle in small rebelliousness.
Max Verstappen: Yoo Yi-hyun told you to do it this way.
“…”
Max’s firm words stopped the injustice that was bubbling up in Haeri to the tip of her tongue.
[Hahaha, Yoo Yi-hyun told her to do it, so what’s she gonna do?]
[Well… if Senpai Lee Hyun says to do it, then she should.]
[If he tells you, you have to do it, seriously.]
[Max is passing down the true training method properly;;;]
[One word from Yoo Yi-hyun and you can’t move~]
[Suddenly realizing, Yoo Yi-hyun’s connections are impressive. Max is already under his influence.]
[What influence? That’s nonsense. Our Na Eun will forever be single.]
[Forever single is you, hahaha.]
[What the hell is this Spladem?]
[Hahaha, all you virgins should hit like. I’ll start from me.]
[You guys… it’s so pitiful.]
《QUEEN has donated 100,000 won!》
– Speaking of the Queen, I want to see her…
While the viewers reacted to Yoo Yi-hyun’s name, the chat room was on fire, on the contrary, Haeri’s fiery passion was cooling down.
“I miss my teacher…”
Max Verstappen: You miss him? Haeri said that being treated like a soccer ball is how you need to be trained by that person.
“That’s a lie…”
Max Verstappen: It’s true.
That was the first moment Haeri despised KING.
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Charles Leclerc and rookie driver Yoo Yi-hyun were having a race without any concessions at the Monza Circuit.
– Yoo Yi-hyun really is…
– Yes. I can’t even find the words.
The cheers that seemed to echo throughout Italy had vanished, leaving a silence akin to a library.
“Wow…”
“How can a rookie do that?”
“Many who did well in For One didn’t fare as well in reality…”
“Isn’t she doing even better? What’s with her lap times?”
Monza Library.
In today’s Monza Circuit, which resembled a library.
Whether they were F1 officials, Ferrari members, or Tifosi,
all they could do in front of Yoo Yi-hyun’s driving was to either gape in awe or sit silently, swallowing their dry saliva.
The KING they had been anticipating was named Yoo Yi-hyun, showcasing driving that couldn’t help but elicit astonishment even outside the capsule.
– I don’t have much to explain since this is an event race, but there are so many aspects of Yoo Yi-hyun’s driving that I don’t know where to start.
– Right. The details are exceptional. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a rookie with such clean and solid driving.
Representing the overwhelmed commentators who found themselves at a loss for words, Yoo Yi-hyun was effortlessly leading the standings before Leclerc.
Holding the first position, which she hadn’t relinquished even once since the race started.
To think that it could be regarded as a rookie’s performance felt beyond audacious—the level of skill and audacity was beyond imagination.
Her racing was beautiful.
The trajectory marked in red on the electronic scoreboard following the racing line was so astonishing that there were no words to describe it.
The matching percentage of her racing line with the record line, which could yield the shortest lap, was over 99%.
That figure was not insignificant.
For a rookie driver, showing such a high matching percentage implied an instinctive understanding of achieving the shortest time and maximum efficiency.
In other words, it indicated extraordinary innate talent.
She knew precisely when to dive inward and when to go outward. The timing was perfect.
Even within the laps, which had repeated movements as if machines were executing set actions consistently for hours, there was no sign of instability.
The details, such as acceleration and deceleration, corner entry and exit, were so precise they could make one’s mouth hurt from speaking.
All the while, she maintained minimal tire wear.
The complex and heightened details that combined to form Yoo Yi-hyun were something that could not be explained as merely a rookie’s work.
– The driving she showed in For One is manifesting in reality. This must be her first time driving a race car in real life, but she shows no signs of tension.
– Indeed. I have seen Yoo Yi-hyun’s performances at the KiwiChi Championship, but seeing her like this on-site today is even more impressive.
Of course, today’s race was nothing compared to the performance she exhibited at the KiwiChi Championship.
Yet, the reality of these people praising her to such extents was evident.
Whether she had forgotten or overcome her fear of crashes.
Yoo Yi-hyun was casually executing the fearless driving she had shown in virtual reality.
To not be intimidated in the real F1, where one wrong judgment and action could lead to a big crash—this was what it meant.
The magnitude of this driver’s potential.
Those witnessing Yoo Yi-hyun’s race on-site could not deny it.
Her potential was that of a champion, perhaps even beyond that.
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This was liberation.
A true liberation that felt palpable.
Vroom—!!!
Since becoming Yoo Yi-hyun, I wondered if I had ever raced with such immersion.
No matter how much For One provided a sensation identical to reality, I was aware in my mind that it was virtual reality.
The psychological immersion reality brought could never be surpassed.
Thus, even while doing For One, there were countless times I yearned for the actual F1.
I raced around the circuit as if to relieve that longing.
Should I say I enjoyed it?
Until the first lap, I had been preoccupied with Ferrari, Tifosi, and the event race, burdened with the need to prove my worth to them.
There was also the pressure of being an F1 champion, and the weight of being selected as Ferrari’s relief pitcher pressed heavily on me.
However, those thoughts faded away the moment I immersed myself in the race.
What remained was the fact that I was driving a race car in reality.
– Lee Hyun, your pace is remarkably good right now. The tire condition is good, and your lap time is even better than Leclerc’s…
While immersed in the long-awaited driving, I kept hearing Myung-jin’s voice through my earpiece.
As for how the race unfolded… I had no clue.
In that moment, I didn’t want to worry about fast lap times or anything else.
I wanted to focus on explosively spilling the pent-up emotions I had to keep hidden.
Although I hadn’t shown it since becoming Yoo Yi-hyun and hadn’t had time to express it,
the d*ath of Jin Hyun-woo and my previous life’s d*ath were too shocking.
I hadn’t expected to d*e like that, nor did I anticipate living a second life inhabiting this new body.
To survive right now, I had to turn away from the unresolved goals and regrets I had in front of me.
Every day, I had to confront the same unanswered question of whether to live Jin Hyun-woo’s life or Yoo Yi-hyun’s life.
To forget those things, I had been living busily under the name KING, trying to forget Jin Hyun-woo and Yoo Yi-hyun.
Today, this race was one where I confronted the things I had previously ignored.
It was courage.
It was liberation.
I was both Jin Hyun-woo and Yoo Yi-hyun.
Yeah. This moment was so enjoyable.
I was happy.