Lin Yan finished watching the race in bed and exercised for a while before falling asleep.
The next morning, Lin Yan got up early. He didn't exercise today and went downstairs early to eat something. Since it was a five-star hotel, unlike the small hotel he stayed in last time, Lin Yan didn't have to worry about the quality of the food.
On the third floor of this hotel was a Michelin-starred restaurant. While Lin Yan was eating, others also gradually came down.
After a simple meal, everyone set off for the Shanghai International Circuit.
This time, Lin Yan got into the car early. After his own people got in, Lin Yan directly closed the car door, giving Feng Yueying no chance.
After the car door was closed, Lin Yan immediately asked Li Wei to start the car and they sped off.
This left Feng Yueying stamping her feet in anger.
Li Wei drove according to the navigation and was the first to arrive at the Shanghai International Circuit. The traffic was still very heavy, even more so than yesterday.
Especially the road leading to the circuit, they had already passed several red lights.
With Li Wei's driving skills, they managed to绕了一圈才绕了过来. On the way, Lin Yan also saw a large RV with the "Ben Tian" logo, pulled by a heavy-duty truck.
Lin Yan guessed that this must be the factory team's RV for Ben Tian.
Generally, factory teams from other countries would prepare RVs to prevent inconvenience and acclimatization issues for their drivers.
If they were competing in another country, Zhang Mingzhi would naturally have to prepare an RV.
As for the transportation of the RVs, there was no need to worry. The various factory teams had already stored them at stations in multiple countries, ready to be picked up and used upon arrival.
Lin Yan had already researched the Shanghai International Circuit. It was no different from his previous life, exactly the same.
The Shanghai International Circuit is located within Shanghai's Fifth Ring Road. The reason it was built within the Fifth Ring Road was because the construction area of the Shanghai International Circuit was enormous, covering a full 5.5 square kilometers.
The main and auxiliary grandstands alone had over sixty thousand seats, along with several smaller grandstands, capable of accommodating nearly two hundred thousand spectators at the same time.
Not only was the construction method of the Shanghai International Circuit similar to the way houses were built in ancient times.
It was constructed facing south, with the pit lane and start/finish line located on the north side of the circuit.
The ticket gates and main entrance of the circuit were located on the south side. The east and west sides were occupied by the tall main and auxiliary grandstands and several smaller grandstands. The reason they were not built on the south side was to allow the track to receive more sunlight and increase track temperature.
It was now past nine in the morning. At twelve o'clock, the qualifying session would be held, which would determine the starting positions.
Similar to the Isle of Man, the first event would be the highest category of 1000cc displacement.
The rules for the qualifying session were similar to the timed sessions at the Isle of Man. Drivers would be ranked based on their lap times for one lap, which would determine their starting positions.
Lin Yan saw that there were already many Chinese fans in the stands. He also saw several fans holding banners with Ren Fei's name on them.
The Shanghai round was naturally Ren Fei's home ground, so it was normal for him to have fans.
Compared to the street circuit of the Isle of Man, the MotoGP track was much safer. Although the corners were sharper, the areas around the track were not only open but also had run-off areas with fine sand and grass.
Lin Yan observed every corner of the track. At this time, the drivers from other pit lanes had also arrived.
As time approached noon, Lin Yan could clearly feel the temperature rising.
He stopped standing outside and returned to the pit lane. Zhang Mingzhi and the others had already finished unloading the vehicles.
Three factory GP22 bikes were displayed in the Ducati pit lane, with their iconic fiery red color scheme. The front of the bikes were printed with the numbers of Lin Yan, Ren Fei, and Lorenzo respectively.
Lin Yan was number 27, the same number as in his previous life. Ren Fei was number 39, and Lorenzo was number 38.
Zhang Mingzhi and other technicians were making final adjustments to the bikes to ensure everything was in order.
In addition to these three bikes, the three of them also had a spare bike each.
After entering the pit lane, Lin Yan began his pre-race training.
At this time, Gu Yueyan, Feng Yueying, and Xiao Lan had already changed into their racing girl uniforms in the private changing room of the pit lane.
Each of them was wearing a racing girl uniform.
There was still about an hour left until the race.
The crowd in the stands outside was growing larger, with not only Chinese fans but also fans from various countries who had traveled from afar.
In a corner to the right of the pit lane, three racing simulators were placed. Lin Yan and Ren Fei were both practicing on the simulators.
Only Lorenzo was chatting with Gu Yueyan, who was sitting next to him. Lorenzo seemed unhurried, appearing confident about today's qualifying session.
Lorenzo was talking about the scenery and local delicacies of his hometown to Gu Yueyan, but Gu Yueyan seemed uninterested in what he was saying, responding sporadically.
As Ducati's lead rider, Lorenzo had access to extensive training resources. He had visited the Shanghai circuit many times and was very familiar with it. He was confident about this track.
"Brother Lin, about the long straight after exiting turn eight, what exactly is..."
Compared to Lorenzo's confidence, Ren Fei was like a beginner, practicing on the simulator while humbly asking Lin Yan for advice.
In his opinion, Lin Yan was much stronger than Lorenzo, so seeking advice from Lin Yan would definitely be more beneficial than not.
Lin Yan answered all of Ren Fei's questions without reservation.
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