My Formula 1 System

[5th Lap]

The Chinese Grand Prix race had begun in a not-so-ideal way for Luca, as Grid Launch wasn't successfully executed for the first time ever.

[Grid Launch failed!]

Luca wondered how that was possible. This was the first time he hadn't gained a starting boost from his grid box since the British Grand Prix last year, and it contributed to his early poor performance in Shanghai.

Instead of surging forward like usual at the blackout of all five lights, his car simply bogged down in a wheel spin and took the usual grid-start burst time.

Since Luca was attuned and accustomed to starting all his races with Grid Launch, the bad execution subtly confused him as other cars lunged forward.

**Looks like a bit of wheelspin off the line. Keep your head down, Luca. Long race ahead**

"...Lights out in Shanghai! We expected a surreal start from Luca Rennick but he bogs down off the line, and Luigi immediately capitalizes, sweeping past into Turn 1...!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

[6th Position]

"...Top five positions already shifting! Rodnick holds firm in P3, but Rennick is struggling off the launch, and he's now under pressure from Petrov as well...!"

"...That is not what Jackson Racing wanted. Rennick's usually sharp off the line—today's different for the young Italian...!"

Sam was right—Sam, the commentator. Luca was actually the best off-the-line driver Formula racing had ever witnessed. But it was exactly these kinds of achievements that weren't widely recognized or measured in the grand scheme of things.

Surprisingly, there were no trophies for consistently nailing the perfect launch, no accolades for mastering the art of reaction time. Yet, these were the minute details that actually separated the great from the good.

P5— Antonio Luigi ↑

00— Luca Rennick ↓

Before Luca could even think of planning to retake his position in Sector 1, Antonio Luigi had spectacularly overtaken his own teammate at the sweeping left-hander, Turn 3. This meant a double overtake in the same sector!

Luca couldn't believe it as Mercedes swapped positions with Mercedes before him in one of the most borderline overtakes he had witnessed on track.

P4— Antonio Luigi ↑

P5— Marko Ignatova ↓

"...Ohhh! That's incredible from Antonio Luigi! A double overtake in the first sector, in the first lap here in China, absolutely breathtaking...!"

"...That was aggressive, that was bold. He set it around the outside against his teammate. Marko Ignatova won't be happy about that one...!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

Now, in Lap 5, the same Marko Ignatova was all the way down to:

P5 ↓

P6 ↓

P7— Marko Ignatova ↓

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

What happened? Nothing much, just the aura that came with being overtaken.

Once the momentum shifts against a driver, it's like blood in the water. Losing one position invites another, then another. Other rivals would quickly sense the weakness, the hesitation and the tiny loss of confidence.

Ignatova had fallen into that spiral. From the moment Luigi breezed past him in Turn 3, the attacks came relentlessly, one after another.

Suddenly, Luigi felt bad for causing his teammate such dismay, which would eventually affect the team's points.

But at least now, he was in P3, having overtaken Nyström, who started in P2 but was thrown back by both Rodnick and Luigi.

This felt like an insult to Nyström, who always termed himself one of the best drivers on the grid. Now, it was as if the reigning champion and the reigning runner-up had put him in his place.

P1— Hank Rice

P2— Marcellus Rodnick ↑

P3— Antonio Luigi ↑

P4— Elias Nyström ↓

P5— Luca Rennick

Luca had once again lost delta with Luigi as Nyström served as a bridge between him and his "fantasized main rival."

But since the pack was still relatively bunched up, with distances of about 1–3 seconds on average, Luca was confident he could catch up. For now, it seemed he hadn't advanced from his starting position, and the only overtake he'd made was on Ignatova.

[Analyzing Ferrari (JRX-92B) and host's distance from 4th Position]

[You are 1.5 seconds away, host.]

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

The primal voices of thousands, fusing into one tectonic roar that sounded like a hurricane, rolled through every angle of the circuit. The air shook, and Velocità's colors were waved higher.

P7— Davide DiMarco ↑

P8— Marko Ignatova ↓

"...OH MY WORD! DAVIDE DIMARCO PULLS IT OFF! HE'S DONE IT! HE'S TAKEN P7 FROM MARKO IGNATOVA...!"

"...LISTEN TO THAT CROWD! VELOCITÀ FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET—WAVING THEIR FLAGS HIGH AS DIMARCO FORCES IGNATOVA DOWN TO P8...!"

Marko Ignatova had just suffered another overtake, staining his F1 performance as he found himself in P8, four spots below his starting position—P4.

And DiMarco, who started in P3, had moved three spots up after overtaking the likes of Lloyd and then Petrov. Simultaneously with DiMarco's overtake, Denko Rutherford had pushed higher up the pack, sending Lloyd to P11.

It was a chaotic and unbelievable first five laps of the Chinese Grand Prix. All these drivers were switching positions for fun on a track that didn't even favor overtaking.

From past experience, race analysts foretold a few crashes with all this hostility between gearboxes and front wings.

Even Luca was gradually growing frustrated over Nyström's defense. He wondered why Elias Nyström always seemed to remember he could put on a defensive masterclass whenever he was directly behind him.

The Shanghai International Circuit, as we know, was made up of 16 turns, and these turns had no inclination nor steep sections. They were simply leveled tarmac. With three sectors plus the home straight, it averaged four turns/corners per sector.

Only two hairpins graced this track—Turn 6 and Turn 14—kilometers apart. The rest were sweepers, barely even corners, or just not-so-tight left or right-handers.

Luca was just grateful he was getting some EXP at least.

[Handling +1]

But Sync Buff was still at 0%, and this was the 10th lap.

[10th Lap]

"...tenth lap in this Chinese Grand Prix...!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

[Analyzing Ferrari (JRX-92B) and host's distance from 4th Position]

[You are 0.8 seconds away, host.]

"Calculate driver behind."

[Analyzing 6th Position's distance from host and Ferrari (JRX-92B)...]

[6th Position is 2 sec away, host.]

Javier Montez was the only driver separating Luca from Davide DiMarco, the only demarcation between two growing rivals, and that fact alone made Luca uneasy. He didn't want DiMarco anywhere behind him—not in this race, especially.

Their last encounter—Luca and DiMarco—at the Monaco Grand Prix had ended in controversy. According to public opinion, Luca had been responsible for DiMarco's DNF.

But in reality, he had simply applied relentless pressure, forcing DiMarco to push beyond his limits while struggling on cold tires.

The outcome had been inevitable, regardless of which driver was behind DiMarco!

Now, here in Shanghai, the situation had the potential to turn against Luca. If DiMarco managed to overtake Montez—something that seemed more a matter of when rather than if—Luca would find himself in a precarious position.

A fired-up Davide DiMarco, with a point to prove and nothing to lose, was the last thing Luca wanted on his rear wing.

"C'mon, Javi," Luca whispered. "You can hold him off for Outback."

[Analyzing Ferrari (JRX-92B) and host's distance from 4th Position]

[You are 0.5 seconds away, host.]

Elias Nyström was gradually losing his defensive sharpness, though unknowingly. From time to time, an opening to chase after Luigi's P3 would surface, and he'd almost forget that Luca's Ferrari was less than a second behind.

Now at Turn 2, Luca waited patiently, planning his move on the straight of Sector 1.

[Turn type: Tight Right-hander] [Angle: 90°] [Braking Point: 100 meters before turn-in] [Recommended Entry Speed: 130 km/h] [Optimal Apex: Inside curb]

Luca was too close to Nyström's rear wing when Nyström took the very inside curb recommended by the system.

He didn't want to stall behind, knowing the sweeping turn ahead wouldn't slow Nyström down. That meant Nyström would gain a few extra milliseconds upon exiting the inside curb first and heading into Turn 4.

Luca scolded himself for not foreseeing this earlier as he tilted his wheel, guiding his car to the border of the tarmac. His tires grazed the curbs, and the finely trimmed grass beyond rippled like waves in response to their speeds.

[Turn type: Sweeping left-hander] [Angle: 70°] [Braking Point: 50 meters before turn-in] [Recommended Entry Speed: 160 km/h] [Optimal Apex: Inside curb]

Nyström swooped out into the roar of the crowd, and Luca followed, 0.8 seconds behind.

His eyes sharpened, his throat tensed, and his fingers reached for DRS like a lick clocking.

**We are to TAKE positon on the straight**

[450m Straightaway ahead!]

"Copy."

At that moment, Elias Nyström had only two options: hope Luca wasn't reaching for DRS or prepare for an almost impossible defense against a DRS-moving car on a straight.

[DRS deployed!]

Hope was off the table. Luca's rear wing snapped open like an eagle spreading its wings. Nyström cussed under his breath and gripped the wheel tighter.

"...Elias Nyström might kiss top four goodbye as Luca Rennick gets the spark out, the wings open, and that extra burst of speed...!"

Luca didn't even need Nyström's slipstream to help accelerate faster as the straight unraveled ahead.

It was a standard, textbook DRS overtake, just like any other performed in the 50+ year history of Formula racing.

Luca didn't even glance at Nyström, who fumed as he blurred past him, disengaged DRS, and cut to the left to seal the overtake.

[DRS disengaged!]

"...AND IT'S DONE! Luca Rennick SOARS past a helpless Nyström! He's got nothing to fight back with, and Rennick takes P4...!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

"...Luca Rennick in P4, Elias Nyström in P5..!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

[4th Position]

Before Nyström could make any immediate moves, the straight was over, and Turn 5's sweeper followed. Both had to subtly decelerate.

[Turn type: Medium-speed left-hander] [Angle: 70°] [Braking Point: 50 meters before turn-in] [Recommended Entry Speed: 160 km/h] [Optimal Apex: Inside curb]

It was an uncanny repeat of Turn 4—only now, Nyström had to plant himself behind Luca as they both took the smoothest inside line.

Luca accelerated first, extending their gap to 0.8 seconds as Turn 6 approached.

P3— Antonio Luigi

P4— Luca Rennick ↑

P5— Elias Nyström ↓

Now in the top four, Luca had his sights set on the podium. But as he searched for his next target, his eyes widened in surprise realizing how Luigi was far ahead!

The holographic #3 hovered in the late afternoon sky, somewhere near Turn 7 or 8.

[Analyzing Ferrari (JRX-92B) and host's distance from 4th Position]

[You are 2.8 seconds away, host.]

Almost three seconds. A gap Luca hadn't anticipated. He had expected Luigi to mount a defensive challenge the moment he overtook Nyström.

2.8 seconds was a chasm that wouldn't be closed in an instant—it would take at least two laps. Meaning Luca's immediate concern was still Elias Nyström of Nordvind Racing.

[5th Position closing in]

"...Elias Nyström wants more from Luca Rennick! Into Turn 7 they go as the pack leaders head on to round up Sector 2...!"

**Nyström is within DRS range. Keep a good eye and instinct**

**Stay focused. Gap is steady. Next straight still far away, after Turn 10**

"Understood."

[Analyzing 5th Position's distance from host and Ferrari (JRX-92B)...]

[5th Position is 0.8 sec away, host.]

Nyström's aggressive push into Turn 7 quickly turned heads their way. It was a substantial move to overtake considering how wide Shanghai's track was.

But Luca executed a successful Corner Chopping, stripping away Nyström's momentum as if he was the one that handed it to him.

"...beautiful defense from Rennick at the apex, and Nyström will try again..!

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

[Corner Chopping +1]

[SYNC BAR: [][][][] 12.5%]

Relief marred Luca's socked face. He couldn't believe he hadn't added an ounce to the Sync Bar until now. If it were other races, he was already 37.5% or even 50% in already at the 10th Lap.

**You're managing well. He'll have to lift soon, or he's cooking those fronts**

By Turn 9, it had already evolved into a full fledged duel between Luca and Nyström.

Little did they know a driver with a horrible yet determined frown on his face was approaching, a Red Bull under his pilot, and the Tempesta in his control.

P6— Davide DiMarco ↑

P7— Javier Montez ↓