Chapter 810: A Losing Game

In Luo Quankun's more than 30 years of life, there have been glory, but he is also experiencing the trough and abjection of life.

The Bulls were also brilliant at the beginning of the team. He gained the love of fans, the incomparable glory, and the trust of the players. He was backdoored by the company and developed in China. Not outstanding, he also had confidence. Like every team, Luo Quankun hopes that his team can embark on the journey of the European Championship!

Since when did you fail?

Probably because his old friend had both legs amputated after last year's race, the whole team's morale was slackened, and there were no key players anymore.

At midnight, Zang Yanbin, who had rested for half a day, galloped on the field again, keeping pace with Schuma. Both of them were sweating just to prepare for tomorrow's battle.

One can imagine what kind of abuse and slander the contestants will endure in tomorrow's battle. Under such pressure, they must fight with their backs and go all out.

Unless, Wei Sheng is willing to show up.

Luo Quankun couldn't help smiling wryly.

Wei Sheng did try the track today. It is reasonable to say that the whole race has a total of 47 laps. The average racer will be dehydrated within 20 to 25 laps. However, there is a drinking device in the helmet, which is enough to support the participants Supported the whole game, but Wei Sheng's physical strength was indeed limited. On the fourth lap, his heart rate was already too fast, and he was slightly dehydrated.

In fact, her body can hardly bear the weight of the equipment. Compared with the drivers who have received F1 special training all the year round, the oppression and resistance of this kind of weight have consumed her more physical strength on the field.

As for speed...

F1 cars are delicate and expensive, and the pursuit of the competition has never been the highest speed. In fact, there are limited international tracks that can run the highest speed.

But the pursuit of the formula car is the average speed of the whole race. First of all, in the formula race, the exposed head of the driver will bear a huge G force, which affects the performance of the speed, because the faster the speed, the greater the G force. .

Nagard's average speed throughout today's test race has reached 197.099 kilometers.

The highest record so far is the average speed of 238.036 kilometers per hour set in the 1997 European Championships.

The slowest average speed is also 104.264 kilometers set in 1997 at the Monaco Grand Prix.

Wei Sheng's average speed during the test track today was 123.588 kilometers per hour.

Although she was able to maintain a fairly stable state after getting off the car, which meant that Wei Sheng was just trying her hand steadily and did not go all out, but judging from her physical condition today, Luo Quankun can almost conclude that she will not be able to do it even if she tries her best. Insist on fifteen laps or more, no, maybe ten laps is enough to exhaust her.

Indeed, it is impossible to win.

Before she left, she did not clearly tell whether she would come to participate in the game tomorrow. In fact, Luo Quankun is also hesitating now. He has two choices. The first is to play according to the original plan and lose glory in the final game of the Bulls , dignity and reputation, and bear the infamy of a cheater, it is conceivable that no team will be willing to hire such a notorious coach since then.

And similarly, the Bulls players will also bear this kind of humiliation in the future racing career, because they were born in a team that will bear infamy until it is disbanded.

The autumn wind was blowing, Luo Quankun stood on the sidelines and wiped his face vigorously with his hands, but there was no sweat or tears.

The other way is that Wei Sheng agrees to play, even if his skills are not as good as others, but he can keep the reputation of the team, and the Bulls are defeated in the final battle, which seems to be the best plan. But it is conceivable that after the first battle tomorrow, what kind of infamy will Wei Sheng, who took over the battle invitation but suffered a disastrous defeat, will bear.

Often the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

After all, most car fans never care about how much sweat you put in, and only judge heroes by success or failure.

Thinking of Wei Sheng not saying a word before leaving, and the lonely and desolate back, she thought she had already made a plan.

And Luo Quankun also knew that he had no reason to let Wei Sheng bear the glory of the entire team.

"Persist for one more time." Luo Quankun picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand and said expressionlessly, but on his haggard face, the circles of his eyes were red and tears were shining.

He knew that Zang Yanbin's physical strength might have reached the limit at this meeting, perhaps, it had already reached the limit.

At five o'clock in the morning of the next day, Wei Sheng sat alone by the balcony at home, and slept soundly that night, but not so peacefully.

As the former CEO of the Keno team, as a racer who used to pursue glory as the highest pursuit, Luo Quankun did touch her in some ways.

Maybe it's a certain expression of his, maybe it's a certain persistence of his.

As far as reason is concerned, Wei Sheng is not willing to participate in this competition, and carefully reflect on her state of mind, although deep down she does not want to admit that the lack of physical strength has caused her to have a certain degree of timidity, and she is also unwilling to admit that she has suffered from her previous life. The infamy and disrepute was too much for her to experience again.

In fact, she had to admit that yesterday's ebullition and people's high emotions and expectations made her feel some kind of fear rising from the bottom of her heart, or more of a resistance.

The people who pushed her to the bottom in her previous life were those people who trusted her and had high expectations for her.

Don't you really care about infamy?

Not really.

Maybe she doesn't care about the infamy of being misunderstood for not participating in the competition, but the infamy of losing the honor once she participates in the competition is what she really doesn't want to experience. After all, some experiences in the past were contradictory, and at that time, she loved the sport very much, and she also shouldered too many honors given by people, until she found them so vulnerable.

This formula race is different from any mountain road race she has participated in since her rebirth. At least at that time, no one had high expectations and voices for her. She gave it a go. The worst is always worse than what people expected. And in those games she was sure.

This time is obviously a losing game.

Looking at the faint morning light outside the window, Wei Sheng frowned and leaned against the window, trying his best to ignore the faint flame rising in his heart, trying to defeat something. What's more, she also tried to break through the conflict last night and control it again, but the facts had already given her an affirmative answer last night.

"What are you thinking?" A voice suddenly came from the living room.

Wei Sheng turned his eyes to look, and saw Cui Xiangang stepping out of the room. The young man was wearing a white shirt and tied his neckline. He had just woken up with loose short hair hanging on his forehead. He was bathed in the morning light shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows and couldn't tell. It's clean and nice.

She bent her legs and hugged her chest, smiled and shook her head.

He immediately stepped forward and sat cross-legged across from her, his voice was still hoarse after a deep sleep, showing a little quietness, "Still thinking about the competition?"