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Chapter 582 582. Simulated road survey

Seeing Xu Jia's determination, Xu Lang released his grip on the barbell plates. He could transform into a coach, but he would never transform into a "nanny". Adults should be responsible for their own decisions.

When Xu Jia began to enter a life-threatening state, Li Wenfeng did not slack off. From memorizing instructions to physical training, he carried out all the items listed in the old drunkard's plan without missing a beat.

To be honest, Xu Jia was a little surprised by Li Wenfeng's serious attitude. This guy is much more serious than he had expected, and he is indeed proving with his actions that he wants to become a professional driver!

Compared with Xu Jia and Li Wenfeng entering "hell mode", Le Zai and Niu Ge on the other side can be described as relaxed and harmonious.

The two people went directly to the maintenance workshop and studied the competition-grade Mitsubishi EVO from the outside to the inside. The discussion was very enjoyable and at the same time, I was also ready to modify the Subaru Impreza in the future, which truly perfectly combined my hobby and work.

It can be said that at this time, the team formed by Xu Jia officially had the shadow of a professional team, instead of the grass-roots team before.

"Have you memorized the standard road book?"

When he saw Li Wenfeng again the next morning, Xu Jia asked directly.

Because memorizing the standard road book template is just the beginning. What you really need to do is to apply what you have learned and change it into a familiar way of reporting points.

"Not a single word."

Li Wenfeng nodded, and there were still faint beads of sweat on his forehead. He was not at all as relaxed as he was when he arrived the day before yesterday.

"Yes, quite serious."

Hearing this, Li Wenfeng showed a mocking smile on his face, looked at Xu Jia and asked: "Do you also regard me as a young master who comes to play with me?"

Regarding this issue, Xu Jia did not deny it.

If it weren't for Qin Hao's recommendation and he couldn't find a better choice for the time being, he wouldn't have chosen Li Wenfeng as the navigator. He was indeed a standard second-generation rich man.

"Xu Jia, it feels annoying to be labeled by others, so I really want to prove myself. Can you understand?"

"I see."

Xu Jia nodded, because in his previous life, he had been labeled with countless labels and looked at with various colored eyes.

I believe many people have heard that when Yao Ming first landed in the NBA, he suffered a lot of doubts and ridicules, some of which were full of malicious racial discrimination, just because of his identity as a Chinese player.

But compared to Formula One, an "aristocratic" sport dominated by white people, the doubts and ridicules in the NBA pale into insignificance.

Even if a British super driver like Hamilton is as strong as the future six-time champion Hamilton, in the first two years after entering F1 because of his black ancestry, there was not even a driver willing to stand with him and talk to him during the pre-race parade. The discriminatory meaning is so blatant. LUO naked.

Xu Jia landed in the European formula as a Chinese driver. He really brought together nationality, skin color, race, strength and other discriminatory factors. It is not an exaggeration to call him the strongest gunner.

Before you even run, you have already been given various labels and definitions. After you run, your results are not good, which is full of ridicule.

In a sense, Xu Jia will have accidents in his life, which is also related to his excessive desire to prove himself. No one wants to be looked down upon forever, especially for a proud F1 driver!

So he understands what it feels like to be labeled.

When Li Wenfeng heard Xu Jia's answer, something strange flashed in his eyes. It felt good to be understood.

Just when he was about to say something else, the old drunkard came in from outside.

"Have you memorized the road book template?"

"No problem, I remember everything."

"Very good, get ready to go to the track and simulate the road survey. Remember to omit all unnecessary words and use the simplest way to create a race road book as long as you can understand it."

The old drunkard reminded me that because the standard road book is just a template, the actual road book used by drivers during competition may be completely different from the official one.

The reason is very simple. In a race against time like a rally, if it is a very detailed and complicated road manual, it will not be easy for the navigator to finish reading it, regardless of whether the driver can hear it clearly.

Xu Jia nodded to Li Wenfeng, and then followed the old drunkard out of the factory. The Mitsubishi EVO that once belonged to Honghe Racing Team was already placed at the starting point of the track. After putting on the helmet and HANS system, Xujia started the ignition, and the roaring sound of the engine began to roar. It has a heart-stirring power. For a driver, this is the most beautiful music in the world.

"Are you ready?"

Xu Jia asked Li Wenfeng beside him, because he saw that the other person's hand holding the pen and paper was trembling.

"Oh no, I didn't feel anything when driving a racing car before, but now I'm actually excited about riding in a racing car!"

Li Wenfeng cursed. He never thought that one day he would be so looking forward to and excited.

"Don't shake your hands, or you won't be able to read what you wrote."

"Just open it, I guarantee you won't make a mistake!"

After hearing this answer, Xu Jia stopped talking nonsense and stepped on the accelerator to start simulating road exploration.

The so-called road survey means that before the official race, the driver and co-driver must survey the race section, and they are only allowed to run a maximum of two times.

The first time is for the driver to feedback the road condition information to the navigator for recording, and the second time is for the navigator to report the previously recorded road condition information and check it again.

Theoretically, a top WRC driver like Loeb can form a memory road book in his mind of hundreds of corners on a dozens-kilometer stage within the limit of only two runs, so as to achieve the fastest speed. passing speed.

This is why Xu Jia also has some memory training on shorthand, because no matter how good the navigator is, he can't remember the entire track as well as himself!

"The first 70 meters make a sharp left bend with a curvature of 3. Exit the bend at half throttle and then cut right."

Hearing Xu Jia begin to report on the road conditions, Li Wenfeng immediately got into the mood and quickly recorded it on paper with a pen.

"The first 50 is a fast right turn with a camber of 5."

"Go straight 100 degrees, turn 6, and go through the right curve at full speed."

"Fly uphill for the first 30 seconds, be careful to avoid the left pit when landing!"

Xu Jia crashed his front bumper and had a puncture during his last test run. It was the old drunkard who didn't give detailed directions and fell into this pit. He couldn't fall in the same place twice!

The track at the Guangzhou-Shenzhen base is built according to the short track rally template and is less than 3 kilometers in length. So even though he was exploring the route slowly, Xu Jia only took a few minutes to complete the entire distance.

When he stopped at the starting point, Li Wenfeng's road book next to him was already densely filled with traffic information, and it was not scrawled and confused because of his shaking hands.

Just when Xu Jia was about to run another lap to check, the old drunkard stuck his head to the car window and said: "Cancel the check, and run this lap at full speed according to the road book."

"Don't check?"

Xu Jia replied somewhat differently, shouldn't professional standards be repeated twice?

"Just make a three-kilometer road book and check it. Is it because your brain is weak or because his hands and feet are not flexible?"

When the old drunkard said these words, he directly blackmailed both Xu Jia and Li Wenfeng...

"Boy, aren't you usually very confident? I normally run this 2.9-kilometer track in 1 minute, 33 seconds and 21 seconds. Show me your strength and let me see how fast you can run at full speed!"

"Okay, then I'll show you."

A faint smile appeared on Xu Jia's lips. He was still the proud F1 driver at heart, unwilling to admit defeat!

Hearing Xu Jia agreed, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the old drunkard's face, he came close and said mysteriously: "Do you want to teach you a way to beat my lap time?"

"Tell me."

"Weld your feet to the accelerator!"

(End of this chapter)