My Formula 1 System

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TARGET: LUCA RENNICK // #21 //

AGENT: Mrs. Coastfield | TEAM: ████████ | CIRCUIT: Circuit du Soleil

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DRIVER ASSESSMENT – PAST AND CURRENT OBSERVATION

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—Raw Prowess: 96—99

—Racecraft: 87—95

—Fortitude: 93—97

—Speed Science: 97—99

—Tacticality: 96—98

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➡ OVERALL DRIVER SCORE: 93—95

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Very impressive performance from Luca in Circuit du Soleil, winning him the French Grand Prix on his first race after a one-month injury.

An exhilarating victory that prompted Trampos to celebrate all evening and through the night.

Regardless of the rain, the podium was set up to congratulate the top three drivers at the end of the 55-lap race. The wet track was no more for them to battle as all cars slowly rolled to a stop in the cool-down area.

Luca, the victor, stood on top of his own Dallara that faced Trampos' fans section.

Lifting his arms in victory, his system congratulated him for making a podium and winning the race.

Just like what happened between him and John Roberts, the masses—especially Velocità supporters and those critical of Trampos—were quick to point fingers at Luca for Max Addams' DNF.

Many speculated that Luca had made contact with Addams, while others argued it was a case of over-aggression.

In Formula racing, over-aggression penalties can sometimes be handed out even if there's no physical contact. These penalties, often minor like a three-second penalty, serve as warnings to promote safer driving and prevent catastrophic incidents on the track.

Most of the time, such penalties don't significantly impact a driver's race, as drivers typically serve them during pit stops where the time loss is minimal.

However, by the peak of the 54th lap, the marshals announced that Luca was not at fault for Max's crash. Telemetry data revealed that Max had braked suddenly out of confusion. Luca hadn't blocked his line, nor had there been any contact. With this, the accusations against Luca were officially dismissed.

It was just the sheer difference of Luca with Side-by-Side King at 50.

The penalty controversy caused a full-on clash between Velocità and Trampos garages. Velocità were furious, throwing accusations and condemning Luca for Max's DNF, while Trampos fired back with jeers and dismissals. Why wouldn't they? The marshals had ruled in their favor, and Luca's performance only widened their lead.

For the first time, it looked like Trampos Racing would win the F2 Constructors' Championship. Their lead was almost untouchable.

Velocità only had the slimmest of chances in the final race, and Squadra Corse Jnr. had an even smaller one.

Squadra would need a miracle to win. Both Luca and Haas would have to DNF, while Milles and Derstappen would need to outperform Max and Walding by a considerable margin.

Not impossible. Just... incredibly unlikely. Velocità and Squadra would have to fight tooth and nail, while Trampos could afford to keep things steady and still clinch the title.

PROVISIONAL TEAMS' CHAMPIONSHIP STANDINGS (TOP5) Scroll for more.

Position | Team | Points

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1. | Trampos Racing | 275

2. | Bueseno Velocità Jnr. | 238 Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

3. | Squadra Corse Jnr | 236

4. | Hatcherk Motorsport | 175

5. | Retona Racing | 90

The Drivers' Championship was an entirely different battlefield. After the French Grand Prix, the standings told the story of a tightly contested season:

PROVISIONAL DRIVER'S CHAMPIONSHIP STANDINGS (TOP5) Scroll for more.

Position | Team | Points

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1. | Max Addams | 155

2. | Luca Rennick | 151

3. | Miles Bellingham | 146

4. | Sean Aaronson | 144

5. | Ansel Hahn | 115

The competition for the championship was electrifying. Any of the top four drivers—Addams, Rennick, Bellingham, or Aaronson—could still claim the title, regardless of their team's position in the Constructors' standings.

Luca trailed Max by just four points and held a narrow five-point lead over Miles. Aaronson, sitting in fourth, was only two points shy of Miles.

The gap from Max to Aaronson? A razor-thin 11 points.

And 11 points? That wasn't a cushion—it was a liability. At the finale, if Aaronson crossed the line in P1 and Max finished outside the podium, those 11 points would disappear like dust in the wind.

As it stood, the Drivers' Championship was wide open. Addams, Rennick, Bellingham, and Aaronson—four drivers, four hungry competitors, all with an equal shot at becoming the next F2 World Champion. The stage was set for a thrilling finale.

The qualifying session for the 12th round would be wild...

"...1st Position, Luca Rennick!"

"WOOOOHH!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, the Trampos Racing supporters roaring the loudest as Luca stepped confidently onto the middle of the podium, the golden spot reserved for the victor.

The adrenaline of his hard-fought victory still surged through him as he shook hands with the presenter, his mischievous smile aimed squarely at Miles, who stood to his left in P3.

Luca gracefully accepted the gleaming Grand Prix trophy, raising it high above his head.

"...Le Castellet, France! Luca Rennick secures his FOURTH Grand Prix victory this season!"

"WOOOOHH!"

"...an exhilarating afternoon to remember for him. His ascent from P20 to P1 was nothing short of incredible! F1 potential! Trampos Racing have themselves an asset and he just showed his worth here in Circuit du Soleil!"

"...P2 goes to Sean Aaronson and Miles Bellingham, a strong youngster as well, claims P3 to finish the podium!"

Neither Miles nor Aaronson clapped. Without a word, they hopped off the podium, removing their medals and heading straight back to their respective teams. Neither showed the faintest intention of participating in the champagne celebration, leaving the spotlight solely on Luca.

This gave Luca the perfect opportunity to revel in his victory with McCauley and the rest of the Trampos crew, who rushed under the drizzle and eagerly climbed onto the podium.

"WOOOOHH!" Trampos erupted as Luca handed the trophy to McCauley, who raised it high with both hands, his face glowing with pride. The rest of the crew joined in, each taking turns to touch the shining gold. Laughter echoed across the stage as the team gathered tightly around Luca, patting him on the back and cheering wildly.

"...it's ours! Muahahahaha!" McCauley shouted.

Together, they hoisted the trophy collectively, the cameras capturing the joyous moment as if it was the final Constructors Championship trophy they held.

Then came the champagne.

In his celebrations, Luca had totally forgotten Sophia and his mother were in the grandstands as he had wished to celebrate with them.

Instead, after spraying a full bottle of champagne over his cheering crew, Luca grabbed another and swiftly uncorked it.

With a mischievous grin, he tilted the bottle up and began drinking, the crew erupting into cheers and encouragement. "Down it, Luca!" one of them shouted.

Determined to fully embrace the victory, Luca drank deeply, savoring the warmth of the alcohol as it hit him. The excitement of the win, paired with the alcohol, began to cloud his senses.

He had every intention of getting thoroughly drunk to mark the occasion.