Hao Dong had done his homework for this live broadcast, memorizing the information of each driver.
So, when Lin Yan first emerged from the pit lane, he recognized him.
As soon as these words were spoken, the live broadcast room instantly erupted.
"A Chinese driver! It really is a Chinese driver!"
"You don't need to tell me, I guessed it was a Chinese driver. I recognized the Chinese flag on this car at first glance."
"Me too. Dong Zi has been talking too much lately. If this continues, I'll unfollow next time!"
"Chinese driver,加油!"
"Number 27, charge for me!"
Seeing the playful barrage from the viewers, Hao Dong smiled and ignored it, continuing to commentate on the race.
As time passed, it was soon Lin Yan's turn.
The Ducati staff quickly used a fire starter to ignite Lin Yan's racing car.
At the starting line.
Lin Yan held his breath, his left hand gripping the clutch, his eyes fixed ahead.
As the referee suddenly waved down the red flag, Lin Yan twisted the throttle with his right hand and quickly released the clutch with his left. The coordination between the two was perfect, resulting in a flawless launch. Lin Yan's racing car shot forward.
The roar of the Ducati Superleggera V4 echoed through the air like a beast's growl.
As Lin Yan set off, Dong Zi in the live broadcast room shouted excitedly.
"He's starting, ready, go, a very perfect launch!"
"Next is a right-hand turn, good, also very perfect."
"He's about to enter the Ballaugh Bridge section, and this section is also very dangerous for drivers. I wonder if he can pass it safely. Let's wait and see..."
On the sixty-kilometer course of the Isle of Man, the track from start to finish is divided into six major sections, with the first section being Ballaugh Bridge.
This mountain road section, named Ballaugh Bridge, has claimed the lives of six drivers. It features undulating terrain and continuous corners.
When drivers enter a corner, their instinctive reaction is to brake, as even a small bump here could send the car flying a meter high.
As Lin Yan entered this section, he gradually reduced the bike's lean angle. Street circuits are completely different from closed race tracks; there are no run-off areas, and a single mistake means a sheer drop.
He wouldn't lower his elbows too much in the corners, like...
Lin Yan had to precisely dodge obstacles on the road while driving at high speed.
At this moment, Lin Yan in the racing car was staring intently at the road ahead through the windshield, not daring to blink.
Smooth downshifts, throttle blips.
Every action was executed with extreme fluidity. In the past two days, during his morning training, Lin Yan had also practiced some racing maneuvers to get a feel for the car, and the effect was clearly very good.
"Such a smooth cornering, and every braking point is controlled with extreme precision. He passed the Ballaugh Bridge section in just two minutes."
At this moment, Hao Dong in the live broadcast room said with a look of shock.
Passing Ballaugh Bridge in two minutes, such a time is something even ordinary professional drivers cannot achieve.
However, he didn't know that even this time was Lin Yan holding back.
After all, it was his first time racing on a street circuit in this life, and Lin Yan aimed for a steady approach, prioritizing his own safety, so he didn't go all out.
Hao Dong understood, but the viewers in the live broadcast room needed to be informed, and they began to inquire.
"Dong Ge, is two minutes for Ballaugh Bridge a very good time?"
"I feel like they all took about the same time!"
"Two minutes, as far as I know, this is already a very good result."
"I feel like it's also very awesome."
"I don't understand much, but I'll keep cheering him on! 27,加油!"
...
The viewers in the live broadcast room were discussing among themselves.
"A time of two minutes can be considered an upper-middle performance among the professional drivers on the Isle of Man. I didn't expect our China to finally have a talented driver!"
Hearing the questions from the barrage, Hao Dong patiently explained to the viewers in the live broadcast room.
"So, does that mean our driver has a good chance of qualifying?"
"Based on my years of experience, I think the possibility is very high."
"Come on, 27!"
At this moment, another Chinese driver set off from the starting line, but his performance was average, and Hao Dong didn't comment much, his attention remaining on Lin Yan.
This driver gave him hope, the hope for China to stand on the stage of the Isle of Man.
Meanwhile, Lin Yan had already reached the second section, the 'Black Bear' section, which was a tree-lined road.
The sunlight filtering through the branches looked peaceful and serene.
However, for the racers, the dappled sunlight on the ground was glaring and made it difficult to see the track and make timely judgments.
Under his helmet, Lin Yan's eyes burned from the glaring sunlight, and the light ahead alternated between bright and dark, obscured by the branches.
Out of necessity, Lin Yan had to reduce his speed in areas with glaring light, or go around them.
If it were a formal race, he might have pushed it, but this was just a selection race, and there was no need for it.
Yet, even so, Lin Yan's speed through the 'Black Bear' section shocked Hao Dong. The speed was simply too fast.
It was so fast that he almost couldn't believe it was a regular selection race.
In his top-floor office in a skyscraper in downtown Beijing, Lin Guoxiong sat on the sofa, looking at the tablet computer in his hands.
It was playing the live broadcast of the Isle of Man selection race on China Sports Channel.
And the figure speeding across the screen was Lin Yan.
"Mr. Lin, don't worry, the young master is so capable, he will definitely qualify successfully."
The HR manager, who had just come in to report on work, was also watching. Seeing this, he tried to flatter Lin Guoxiong and said.
However, his attempt at flattery was misplaced.
Looking at Lin Yan's figure weaving across the screen, Lin Guoxiong's expression was calm,
but if one observed carefully, it could be seen that the hand holding the tablet computer was subconsciously clenched tightly, his fingertips showing a faint white imprint.
More than the success of the race, Lin Guoxiong was more concerned about his son's safety.
He was a father. In his eyes, the Lin family could fall, but his son could not have the slightest mishap. This time, he had been a bit too hasty...
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ps: The rating has been dropping so fast these past few days, from 9.0 directly to 7.1. I must have offended someone and been targeted.