My Formula 1 System

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It was 11 AM, and Luca was still sprawled across his bed, the dim sunlight creeping through the curtains unable to stir him. The previous night had been a blur of laughter, cheers, and wild celebration, and now his body paid the price.

The bottle of champagne he had drained on the podium was just the beginning. By the time the team had returned to the garage, the party had escalated into complete chaos, with Luca leading the charge.

In the garage, the Trampos crew had completely let loose.

McCauley was seen spinning a chair while holding Luca's trophy over his head, mimicking Luca's mind blowing start with Grid Launch.

Dennis decided it was the perfect time to climb onto the spare tire rack and proclaim himself the "King of Pitstops" before belly-flopping onto a padded bench.

Luca, fueled by victory and alcohol, had lost track of how many bottles had been passed around. Champagne, wine, and even beer found their way into his hands as he celebrated with abandon.

As the hours ticked by and the celebrations showed no sign of slowing, Luca stumbled out of the garage, still in his champagne-soaked Veststar suit.

He barely remembered making his way to the team's luxury bus, but he did recall leading a drunken chant about Trampos' imminent championship victory. The crew followed him, still hyped, turning the bus into a mobile afterparty.

The Trampos fans who were eager to engage with Luca were disappointed after Trampos' inner celebration and their then exit. Luca was too drunk to even remember his family. At least, he spoke with the press first before he delved deeper into the alcohol.

Upon returning to Paris and their designated facility around 8:30 PM, no one had the intention to retire, not even Mr. Grant himself.

Luca sat with the other crew members around a round table, laughing and cheering as they competed in taking shots. That was the last clear memory he could piece together before everything turned into a hazy blur.

"Jesus Christ," Luca muttered groggily, glancing down at himself.

He was still in his red Veststar suit, drenched in a sticky cocktail of champagne, sweat, and who knows what else. The smell was enough to make him grimace. He ran a hand through his hair, which felt just as unkempt as the rest of him.

"Did I even make it to bed on my own?" he asked aloud, his voice hoarse, though no one was there to answer.

The only thing that responded to Luca's groggy question was the sharp pounding of his headache and the persistent ringing of his phone.

"Ugh…" he groaned, grabbing the phone and squinting at the screen.

It might have been the ringing that finally woke him. Judging by the ache in his body and the dim light outside his window, he had probably slept straight through the morning and might go into the afternoon.

Sara.

Unbeknownst to Luca, Sara was sitting in the driver's seat of her Ford, parked in the facility's open lot, repeatedly calling his number.

She had arrived earlier that morning, as Luca had told her to the day before. He'd planned to meet his mother and Sophia on Sunday, ensuring they'd stayed at the same hotel as Sara and Mallow to make things easier. Luca had also mentioned attending the F1 French Grand Prix together.

But now, here Sara was, calling for the 24th time with no answer.

Some staff who had noticed Sara waiting outside asked why she was there. She explained she was looking for Luca. After checking on him, they informed her he was passed out and sleeping off a night of heavy drinking.

Not satisfied, Sara had initially driven off, disappointed, only to return later. Determined not to be ignored, she resolved to keep calling until Luca finally picked up!
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Luca answered Sara's call and quickly apologized for the wait, assuring her that the plans hadn't changed. He explained that it would take more than just a quick bath to get himself cleaned up, given the state he was in.

Still, he decided to at least get dressed, brush his teeth, and head out to greet her. Once he was presentable, he would take a moment to catch up on everything that had been happening at the facility.

Luca lifted himself from the bed, his body heavy from the lingering effects of the night before. The room was dim, the curtains drawn tight against the daylight.

After a minute of struggling, his red Veststar now lay discarded on the floor, still damp and sticky.

His headache throbbed as he moved toward the bathroom, stumbling a bit as he passed the mirror and caught a glimpse of his disheveled reflection.

Luca sighed, grabbing his toothbrush and brushing as fast as he could. He wasn't in the mood for anything more elaborate. After spitting out the toothpaste, he threw on some khaki shorts and a simple white vest before leaving his room.

The facility was quiet, but there were a few people up and moving around. Luca spotted McCauley among them, surprising him.

He had expected McCauley to be feeling just as rough as he was after the night's celebrations. But there he was, already up and about, greeting everyone with energy.

Luca couldn't help but wonder how McCauley was managing, given that they had both indulged in more drinks than they could probably remember.

Luca stepped outside and saw Sara's car parked in the lot, the warm sunlight catching the car's sleek curves. He made his way over and opened the passenger door, which was facing him.

Sara, who had been watching him approach, looked straight ahead when he opened the door. "You look like anything but 1st place," she scoffed.

Luca chuckled, too tired to offer much more, and rested his head on the soft leather of the passenger seat. "Is that your new way of saying congratulations?" he asked, his eyes heavy with sleep.

"Nope," Sara replied with a smile, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Check the backseat."

Luca raised an eyebrow but didn't ask questions. He lifted his head from the seat and walked around to the back. When he opened the door, a familiar face grinned back at him from the shadows.

Luca's expression was calm, almost as if he had expected this moment. "Sophia?"

Before he could react further, Sophia practically leaped out of the car and pounced on him.

Despite feeling the weight of his fatigue, Luca caught her, though he stumbled slightly from the surprise. "What are you doing here?" he asked with confusion. "I was just coming to meet you guys."

Sophia presented herself like a maiden. "Well, here I am."

Luca sighed and shifted his gaze to Sara, raising an eyebrow. "You let her in your car?" he asked.

Sara shrugged nonchalantly. "What did you want me to do? The girl's persistent."

Before Luca could respond, Sophia, clearly unimpressed by his state, took a step back and wrinkled her nose. "Oh my goodness! YOU REEK!" she exclaimed, dramatically stepping away from him.

Luca laughed and sniffed himself, the odor of sweat, champagne, and a long night of partying still clinging to him. He smelt far worse than he had expected after just one night without a shower. "I've smelt worse than this, don't you think?" he teased, his voice a little groggy. "Besides, I reek of victory."

At the mention of "victory," Sophia's face lit up, as if Luca had flipped a switch. Her eyes sparkled, and she quickly leaned in, ready to share her thoughts about the race the day before.

Luca leaned against the car as Sophia excitedly recounted her own version of the Formula 2 French Grand Prix. He struggled to stay focused, keeping his eyes open as her enthusiasm spilled over with every word.

"Since you're here, I might as well introduce you to Trampos," Luca interrupted.

Sophia's eyes lit up at the mention of the team's name, and Luca could tell she was eager for the introduction. He nodded toward Sara, letting her know they'd be out in about an hour before turning his attention back to Sophia and leading her toward the buildings.

"You didn't respond to the birthday wishes I sent you. Guess I won't wish you next year."

"No problem."

As they reached the entrance, McCauley spotted them and quickly walked over. He took in the sight of the younger girl beside Luca. "What do we have here, Luca?"

"This is my younger sister, Sophia," Luca said, pulling her a little closer. "Sophia, this is—"

"You can just call me Cool Cauli," McCauley said with a grin, offering his hand to Sophia.

Sophia giggled as she shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Cool Cauli," she replied with a smile.

McCauley, still grinning, shot her a playful look. "Beautiful girl. Can you do a 360?"

Sophia quickly withdrew her hand. "I'm sorry, but no," she said, not missing a beat.

Luca punched McCauley lightly on the chest. "Piss off, mate," he said, pulling Sophia away as more male crew members began to gather around them.

Luca then led Sophia up to where Mr. Grant and Ms. Vallotton were stationed. In his mind, they were the people who his family should meet.

Ms. Vallotton was absolutely delighted to see Sophia and immediately commented on how much she resembled her when she was younger. Mr. Grant, on the other hand, offered his most chivalrous remarks before checking in on Luca's health after his wake-up.

Luca safely left Sophia in Ms. Vallotton's quarters before heading back to his room to get fully prepared.

As he had planned, this wasn't going to be a simple bath.

Since he had skipped the gym that morning, Luca decided to make up for it with 100 push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups, followed by some yoga, before heading into the bathroom.

After a twenty-minute bath, Luca exited, feeling refreshed and dressed in a t-shirt, casual cargo pants, and sneakers. He added a Catapult wristwatch to track his health for the day, especially after missing his usual routine.

Then, his eyes landed on the Formula 2 French Grand Prix trophy. He couldn't help but smile. The winner of the French Grand Prix, after throwing his rival off the track! Luca still couldn't fully believe how he turned that race around in his favor.

He picked up the trophy, remembering that all Grand Prix trophies went to his mother and sister, while personal achievements and the final championship trophy would be his to keep.

Before leaving his room, Luca activated his system and requested that it show him his profile.

[Hosts status generating....

[..... Generation completed]

[Personal Information:

Name: Luca Rennick

Age: 19

Nationality: Italian ]

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[Physical Information:

Weight: 74 kg / 154 lbs

Height: 6'1"

Body Fat Percentage: 10%

Muscle Mass: 33%

Strength: 28

Stamina: 31

Endurance: 28

Agility: 28

Intelligence: 28 ]

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[Personal Stats:

Nickname: None

Status: 6 year contract

Salary: $636,000

Team: Trampos Racing

Race Win: 4

Podium Finishes: 6

Pole Positions: 2]

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[Skills & Techniques: Total Grade - A

Pitstop Prodigy: 12

Corner Chopping: 11

Straightaway Chopping:8

Spatial Awareness : 7

Night Mastery: 4

Grid Launch: 6

Slipstream Mastery: 8

Side-by-Side King: 6

Slipsense & Rainborne: 3

Others (Completed)

Others (Locked) ]

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[Displaying Completed Skills...]

[... listing resumed]

[Reflexes: 20 (+2)

Overtaking Skill: 20 (+6)

Track Awareness: 20 (+2)]

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Luca was steadily reaching the milestone of having all his attributes at 30. Achieving this would grant him a new skill—possibly the last one he could obtain through that method.

Meanwhile, raising his other skills to 20 was another available path for gaining more. There were plenty of opportunities through that route, but to make the most of them, Luca had to maintain peak performance.

Luca left his room and picked up Sophia from Ms. Vallotton's quarters before leading her out to the lot and into Sara's car.

Sophia climbed into the backseat, holding Luca's trophy, while Luca settled into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt.

Without a word, Sara started the car and drove out of the facility.

Luca glanced back to see Sophia furiously tapping away at her phone. "Don't tell me you're one of those people who's always on their phone?"

Sophia didn't look up. "I am," she replied simply.

"Hmm. What do you guys even do on there? Social media?" Luca asked.

"Yes," Sophia answered.

"I read an article once about how social media rots your brain. You're about to enter university, don't you think you need to keep your brain intact?"

Sophia burst out laughing, falling back into the seat and kicking her legs, her amusement filling the car even as Sara drove.

Sara chuckled too. "Luca, you sound like an old grandpa," she said. "Now, drivers, teams, sponsors—heck, even the FIA—use social media to promote and spread info. You might want to set up your own accounts, especially once you make it to Formula 1."

"Oh," Luca muttered, glancing at his phone and noticing how empty his app list was.

He dropped his phone back into his pocket and turned to Sara. "Let's stop somewhere before we get to the hotel," he suggested, then looked back at Sophia. "As the schoolgirl here, you make the choice."