Lin Yan sat in his chair, watching the current situation on the track through the screen in the lounge area.
The main race was scheduled for tomorrow noon, and today afternoon featured the qualifying races for two lower divisions.
The staff were currently cleaning and inspecting the track.
Lin Yan had intended to watch the lower division races, but unfortunately, he had to clean the pit room for others, so he packed up his things and returned to the hotel.
In the adjacent Ben Tian pit room.
"Rens, what do you think of this person?"
The chief technician of the Ben Tian factory team stared intently at the large screen in front of him, which was replaying the recent race.
"His lap times are very strong, but I was ahead of him and didn't pay much attention to him at first."
When Ruisna crossed the finish line, he wasn't too surprised to see he wasn't first, because he knew Rens was stronger than him on this track.
But he didn't expect that there was not only Rens ahead of him, but also a Ducatti driver he didn't recognize!
And this driver was actually zero point five seconds faster than him!
Six kilometers, zero point five seconds faster, this had shattered his understanding.
The Ben Tian chief technician frowned deeply, his right hand gripping the mouse, constantly switching the footage of Lin Yan's turns.
Ruisna was also watching, having already taken off his leather suit and sat in a chair nearby, his hair soaked with sweat. It wasn't from exertion, but from the extremely hot weather. Both of them were focused on the large screen hanging on the pit room wall.
From Lin Yan's 68 degrees to 69 degrees, every movement was slowed down, but the track perspective was limited, and Lin Yan's most precise actions were not visible.
"In front of him, you have no chance in this round."
After a long while, the Ben Tian chief technician sighed, uttering these words.
Even though Ducatti had the common problem of rear brake fade, he was confident that Ruisna had no chance of winning the championship in front of Lin Yan. The driver numbered 27 on the screen was another dark horse.
"I will try my best."
Ruisna didn't hold out much hope, as a lap difference of zero point five seconds was already a huge gap.
He might be able to overwhelm Rens, who suffered from rear brake fade, but if Lin Yan maintained his pace throughout, he would have no recourse.
"Although there's not much hope for this round, the overall championship this year is uncertain. He's a Chinese driver, so it's not surprising that he performed well at the Shanghai station."
This chief technician, who appeared older than Zhang Mingzhi, glanced at the leaderboard displayed on another computer screen nearby.
Ruisna had sixty points, and Lin Yan had zero points.
Ruisna understood his meaning; a sixty-point deficit was not easily overcome.