The rain had been falling for half an hour when a figure ducked into the interior of pit box ls27p.
"How is it? What did the race committee say?"
"Technician Matt, the committee hasn't given a specific start time, but they've made it clear the race cannot be postponed until tomorrow."
The figure who ducked in was a technician from a team, now drenched. Hearing Matt's question, he quickly replied.
Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Technician Matt's face darkened slightly.
The committee's refusal to delay the race until tomorrow was not good news for them.
"Go and try to negotiate again."
"This… alright, Chief Technician, I'll do my best."
After agreeing, the technician ducked back out into the rain.
"Wait, give him an umbrella!"
Matt grabbed an umbrella from a subordinate and handed it over.
Reisner had already gotten off the simulator. Prolonged training before a race was not good for a driver.
Wiping sweat from his brow, Reisner stood at the doorway and glanced at the rain outside. The accumulated water had already reached half the depth of a finger. Reisner, having raced for so many years, had never seen such rain, not even in T-country.
Slowly standing up from the ground, Reisner wiped his fingers.
"I hope this rain doesn't stop."
He checked the time; it was already one o'clock. If the rain continued for a few more hours, they could avoid a wet race.
Reisner knew Gena's strength in wet races, after all…
"Damn, will this rain ever stop?"
"Yeah, if it keeps up like this, I feel like I'm going to freeze to death."
"Brothers, I can't take it anymore. Can anyone lend me an umbrella? I drank too much water just now and need to pee."
"..."
With the delay of nearly an hour and a half, some murmurs began to be heard from the spectator stands. A few older fans were getting a bit impatient.
With this kind of rain, all they could do was wait!
There was no other option.
Two o'clock! Good news, the rain finally began to subside, but it was still falling. However, the race committee saw hope for the race to proceed.
Two-thirty, the safety car was deployed again to test the track conditions.
A BMW M4 roared past on the track, kicking up another spray of water. This time, there was much less water on the track. As long as the rain lessened, with the track's drainage capabilities, it was only a matter of time before the race began.
"Technician Matt, the water on the track has reduced significantly and will soon meet the race standards."
"Good, I understand. Are the race tires ready?"
"They are ready, and the vehicles have also been inspected."
The safety car passing still kicked up water more than a car length high, but it was indeed much less than before. It was only a matter of time before the race started.
"Reisner, if nothing unexpected happens, the race will start soon. Prepare yourself early. Young Master has sent word that regardless of the main race result, do not blindly push. Safety first."
"Don't worry, Chief Technician, I know what I'm doing."
Since they couldn't avoid it, all they could do was focus on the challenge.
Reisner quickly adjusted his state.
As the rain showed signs of lessening, drivers in various pit boxes received the news and began warming up, ready for the race at any moment.
At three in the afternoon, the water on the track finally reached the standard for racing, and the rain had also lessened slightly. The race committee announced that the race would officially begin.
Three o'clock, a delay of three hours from the normal start time.
Upon receiving the news, the various teams began pushing their cars out of the pit boxes. Su Mojin walked beside Lin Yan, holding an umbrella for him. Lin Yan was already fully geared up, even wearing his helmet.
"Take care of yourself. My suit is waterproof."
Although the rain had lessened considerably since noon, it was still not light rain, and the sky remained overcast.
Lin Yan pushed the umbrella towards his wife. His leather suit was waterproof and not afraid of getting wet.
"Don't worry, I'll just stay out here for a bit, I won't get wet."
Hearing the concern in Lin Yan's words, Su Mojin's lips curved slightly. The umbrella was large enough for two, but the rain would still splash their legs.
"Buddy, wake up, the race is about to start!"
"Huh? Ah? The race has started? Hurry and wake up, brother, the race has started."
There was a commotion in the spectator stands, spreading from one person to another, and soon the sleeping fans were woken up by their companions.
Three hours, even in this cold weather, a large portion of the spectator stands had fallen asleep.
Seeing the news of the impending race on the big screen in front of the stands, Hao Dong also woke up considerably. He cleared his throat and got himself into the right state, and Su Chen also woke up.
Braving the heavy rain, all thirty drivers entered the track. The water on the track had now reached below the joint of a finger. While not insignificant, it met the race standards.
The green flag began to wave, and all drivers took their positions, leaning forward close to the fuel tank with their feet on the ground. Technicians were performing a final check on the cars.
"It's finally starting. I've waited so long, I'm dying of anticipation."
"Yeah, I feel like I'm about to catch a cold."
"..."
"I'm going down. Be careful."
The green flag waved for the last time, all external personnel withdrew from the track, and the entire venue fell silent.
"A bit later than we expected, but better than nothing."
"The green flag is fluttering in the rear."
"The starting lights for the postponed T-country Grand Prix are finally lit."
"The red lights go out, and the MotoGP main race officially begins."
"A start like a storm..."
The official commentator's fluent and magnetic English reached the ears of fans all over Blue Star.
Thirty racing bikes roared from the starting line, kicking up a mist of water that instantly enveloped the riders behind them.