[TS] Formula One Streamer - Chapter 94
A bright pink race car, which seemed to stand out anywhere, was darting around the circuit.
The sound of the pistons thumping rhythmically along with the accelerator transformed into a loud roar through the exhaust.
Like the vibrations that occur when two metal balls collide, the engine noise created waves that vibrated through the atmosphere and spread outward.
At the same time, the louder the sound became, the farther the waves spread.
Whoosh-!
The race car shot forward even faster.
Lee Haeri narrowed her eyes and focused on the front. She was becoming quite skillful at alternating between checking the mini-map that indicated her current position and her actual field of vision.
Calculating the position and distance on the mini-map, she estimated the upcoming corner and the time it would take to reach the straight track.
As the moment arrived, she turned her gaze forward, following the sensory signals that warned her instinctively.
It was a corner that turned at a right angle. The narrower the incline of the corner, the more she had to adhere to the “out-in-out” technique.
Otherwise, concentrating on deceleration would lead to a significant loss of speed.
As soon as she turned her gaze forward, Harry naturally guided the car toward the right side to tackle the corner that made a “G” shape.
It was an almost perfect movement made at the right moment.
“Good…!”
As the race car completed its positioning and returned to its normal track, Harry felt a subtle thrill that he couldn’t explain.
Like an adventurer on the verge of a great discovery, Harry trembled with excitement that was hard to put into words.
[Wow, KING and Max have really transformed him.]
[Our streamer has changed!]
[Now Harry is… not F5!!!!]
[Timing for shifting and deceleration is a bit lacking, but he’s definitely surpassed F5 level.]
[Harry is invincible; KING is a god.]
[The way he’s hitting and missing the line is so natural.]
[It’s obvious he’s become skilled.]
[It’s strange that he has been practicing for a few days and it’s not working.]
[Given the chat, it seems like everyone is above F3.]
[Isn’t that actually above F3???]
[This idiot; he definitely hasn’t played For One.]
[In reality, if you try, the perceived speed is insane; this is really impressive…]
[You guys are turtles who haven’t even experienced F3 yet~]
[Stupid ants.]
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– Let’s aim for first place with this momentum!
Harry, who usually doesn’t feel satisfaction from any achievement, was experiencing such a significant emotional change that the viewers were in an uproar.
To them, it felt like Harry’s driving technique had not only been honed but that his overall level had also improved significantly.
Above all, the lap time, which objectively summarized the driver’s entire capabilities.
Harry’s dramatically shortened lap time was visible.
The rate of growth was extraordinary. Among 20 streamers, starting at the bottom in 20th place, perhaps he had begun from the lowest.
In just two weeks of training, he had achieved growth that surpassed anyone else’s.
He didn’t just defeat Rallyking, who was essentially at F4 during the first mission, but also completed most subsequent missions in 1st place, securing the pole position on the main event grid.
The performances that Haerari showed were clearly not accomplishments achieved by luck.
How much time had to be poured in to make those movements instinctive and natural?
It had been a long and arduous journey full of pain and perseverance.
He approached practice with a bone-cutting effort. Some might ask what he was boasting about, having only practiced for two weeks.
However, even if it were just two weeks, the intensity of the effort put in during that short period was different.
He returned his rest time to dedicate himself to practice, minimizing sleep to the extent his body allowed and reducing meals to just one, often settling for cereal or instant noodles to secure practice time.
He used every spare moment he gained for driving. Studying videos, applying them in real driving, and continuously honing his techniques.
It was an incredible level of focus. Even during practice, there were moments when he could have turned his gaze elsewhere, but he did not.
Only driving. More driving. Once again driving.
There is a term for pure study time. Not merely wasting time sitting in a chair, but time spent sitting in a chair fully focusing on studying.
By that standard, Harry would confidently say that his overall practice time and pure practice time were indistinguishable.
Of course, the process was by no means smooth.
He had skidded, flipped, and collided so many times that he couldn’t even count them.
The moments he wanted to give up far outnumbered the moments he failed, but he endured.
Harry had already realized during his school days that more was gained from failure.
That was likely how he could get into Seoul National University.
Only those who have come in first know the sweetness of it.
Climbing the tree that seemed unreachable and eventually tasting its fruit is something precious.
What he had achieved in school didn’t mean he couldn’t achieve it again.
Having done it once, why couldn’t he do it twice?
As before, this time he just had to overcome it splendidly.
And now, in this moment.
Lee Haeri’s hand was reaching for the fruit.
It was a “G” corner.
Screech-!!!
The carbon brakes produced a shrill sound as they stopped the race car.
As the speed decreased dramatically, the sound of the gear shifting followed with a click!
As the gear shifted down, the engine exhaled a rough breath, and the race car jolted as the engine braking kicked in.
Preparing for the jolts by tensing his neck and shoulders to steady his head, Harry awakened all of his senses.
He was beginning to enter the corner.
He began to maneuver the steering wheel, accelerator, and brake pedal, trusting his well-trained instincts.
In that brief moment of 0.1 seconds, he repeatedly lifted and pressed his foot on the pedals, executing a precarious ballet between plus and minus to find the balance of the steering wheel that was vibrating left and right.
Without giving him time to think, the race car passed the apex in an instant.
He slowly began to lift his foot from the brake pedal. In contrast, he gently pressed the accelerator to secure the exit speed.
As he approached the exit point, the race car quickly regained a stable position.
The movements ingrained in his cells through countless repetitions and failures were performing beautifully.
Whooah!!!
Harry’s race car…
It sliced through, or rather, it could even be said that it glided smoothly.
Like a snake gracefully starting to twist, Harry completed the cornering perfectly with a composed finish.
That cornering could be described as the most beautiful cornering of her For One life.
Harry couldn’t help but scream in exhilaration at the unfamiliar yet unbelievable achievement.
Naturally, it was a cheer of joy.
“Yahhh!!!”
[????????]
[Wow… amazing!]
[What was that cornering just now??? That was insane.]
[Just by nailing this corner, he could almost scrape F3 level;;]
[KING Harry! KING Harry! KING Harry! KING Harry! KING Harry! KING Harry! KING Harry! KING Harry! KING Harry!]
[Ouch, my ears.]
[F5 is… trail braking?!!!]
[🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥]
[The control was insane; is this the new F5?]
[I really think he’ll get first place!]
[KING should have seen thatㅜㅜ]
[He’s too busy planting potatoes right now.]
[??? What’s a potato when it comes to For One?]
[That kind of thing exists.]
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Changing an organization through individual strength is close to impossible.
No matter how outstanding a talent, they might create some degree of change but would still fall short of reforming the whole.
This obvious truth also applied to Ferrari’s F1 team, which produced the world’s best sports cars.
Recently, at the request of Mr. Yooihyun, they recruited an engineer from Spain, Enrique Tinko.
He had entered and graduated at the top of his class in a prestigious university’s automotive engineering program, possessing what Mr. Yooihyun called a genius talent.
“This is our team’s engineer, Enrique Tinko, who will be Mr. Yooihyun’s race engineer.”
“I am Enrique Tinko. Please take care of me.”
Of course, despite his impressive credentials, the reception during his initial recruitment was anything but warm due to the parachute nature of his hiring.
With Minoto’s influence, not only was he just an engineer, but he was also tasked with the significant role of race engineer for Yooihyun, Ferrari’s new driver, which made sense.
Thus began an uncomfortable partnership that was expected to face strong backlash.
However, after Enrique joined the team, several chronic issues that had not progressed began to ease under his hands.
Whether it was the engine, aerodynamics, or settings.
Enrique, unfazed by the openly dismissive treatment from those around him, fully demonstrated his talent across all fields.
It seemed as if the existence purpose of this man named Enrique was simply this, performing his duties without being swayed by emotions.
What kind of impression could his will have on the Ferrari F1 team?
The formerly misaligned Ferrari F1 began to turn again with the new cog of Enrique inserted.
As he oiled the creaky parts and tightened the wobbly ones, Enrique gradually became the center point of the team.
“Phew…”
Watching his team members move in perfect unison today, Minoto couldn’t help but smile.
It had been years since the team had run this smoothly.
Or rather, had it ever run this smoothly?
Reflecting on the past only revealed regression… but even regression means they had been moving, so it could be said they had rolled.
Only backward, not forward.
As Minoto reminisced, he shook his head vigorously and took a sip of the espresso, releasing its fragrant aroma.
The most important thing was the present.
If he was living well today, what did the past or future matter?
Thus, Minoto could say he was spending quite satisfying days.
“Time is too tight…”
Time was pressing on Ferrari.
Moreover, while Enrique was changing the team atmosphere and leading race car changes, it was still not enough to reach their goal of having a winning car.
For years, the Ferrari engine had been a problem that engineers, renowned for their prowess, couldn’t solve even when they put their heads together.
No matter how outstanding a talent, one individual alone could not suffice.
That meant Ferrari needed more talented individuals with brilliant ideas.
However, if such talent existed, they would have already scouted them.
Is it a bipolar disorder?
Minoto’s initially exuberant mood shifted back to a vexed state.
At that moment, overwhelmed by the heavy responsibility of being the team leader, his executive secretary Sabina approached him.
“Director, we received an email from Michael Nantz of For One. He recommends Barcode Nick, the core user of the KiwiChi Championship, as our team’s engineer…”
That was a fresh gust of wind blowing into Ferrari.