Although the injury was minor, it did affect Reisna. The wound beneath the leather suit throbbed.
If it had been exposed, it would have been fine, but with the leather suit on, it was quite uncomfortable.
This was only the qualifying session, just one lap. In a full race, with prolonged sweating, Reisna would likely find it even more uncomfortable.
Chief Engineer Ben Tian below the stage was also worried that this would affect Reisna's performance.
However, Reisna didn't dwell on it. Even with the injury, he was determined to win this race.
As the umbrella girl stepped away, Reisna gunned the throttle, and the Ben Tian factory car beneath him shot forward.
This time, the umbrella girls were all exotic beauties from Country A, with great figures, each wearing a short skirt and standing beside the drivers. Simply put, these foreign girls significantly boosted the viewership ratings, as evident from the comments in Hao Dong's live stream.
"Look at the one on the far left, she's wearing the least clothes!"
"Nonsense, it's clearly the one on the right!"
"Get lost, I think the one behind is prettier!"
"Can you guys be more serious? Don't you only have legs on your minds all day? But to be honest, I agree with the previous commenter."
...
The car models at these races changed with the venue. The next race in another country would feature a different group of exotic beauties.
Among all the car models on the field, Lin Yan was likely the only exception. Beside Lin Yan wasn't an exotic beauty, but his girlfriend.
Since it had already been exposed, Su Mojin didn't care. Holding a sun umbrella, she stood confidently beside Lin Yan.
This time, she had followed Fu Qingyun's advice, wearing all her earrings and necklaces, and even put on light makeup in the pit lane.
Compared to before, Su Mojin was now even more beautiful and captivating. With the addition of the jewelry, she also appeared more mature, no longer as naive as before.
Lin Yan was already the focus of the entire competition, and with Su Mojin added, the director's camera, as soon as it turned to Lin Yan, refused to move, locking onto them.
"Whoa, I just realized, is the beautiful woman next to him Lin Shen's girlfriend?"
As the camera focused on Lin Yan, the spectators on the field let out a collective gasp, especially Lin Yan's male fans, who cheered excitedly.
Is this Lin Shen's girlfriend? She's too beautiful.
Su Mojin was wearing that sky-blue dress. As the director's camera panned over, the audience immediately noticed.
"Does that even need to be asked? It was all over the trending searches yesterday. But she looks even prettier in person!"
"More than pretty, I feel like everyone I just saw was trash!"
"Damn, I think I have Boss Cao's bloodline."
"The one above, you're not alone!"
"As soon as the sister-in-law appeared, she immediately crushed all the other car models!"
...
As soon as Su Mojin appeared, both the live stream and the spectator stands erupted in excitement.
However, it was unfortunate that with Lin Yan's actions, the drivers who started earlier received very little camera time.
"It's my turn, let's go."
Seeing that it was almost his turn, Lin Yan gave Su Mojin a gentle hug and prepared to have her leave. Although Su Mojin seemed fine now, Lin Yan knew his little girl well; she was probably very nervous inside. It was better for her to leave sooner.
Just showing her face was enough. Lin Yan didn't want these scoundrels staring at his wife for too long.
Lin Yan's guess was correct. Under so many gazes, Su Mojin was still a bit nervous, but she was trying her best to adapt. As Fu Qingyun had said, she represented Lin Yan's reputation outside, and she couldn't embarrass him.
"Be careful, I'll wait for you off the track."
Hearing this, Su Mojin leaned against Lin Yan's shoulder and said softly, her voice sweet and tender. As she spoke, she rubbed her little face against Lin Yan's helmet. Every time Lin Yan raced, she couldn't help but worry.
"Alright, don't worry."
Lin Yan ruffled Su Mojin's fluffy hair, his face full of doting affection.
Lin Yan's fans in the stands, who were initially just envious, were now completely riled up by his actions.
"Damn it, Lin Shen, you're going too far, showing public affection with sister-in-law."
"My goodness, I'm so jealous!"
"Lin Shen, you're too much, bullying us single dogs... *sob sob sob*"
"No way, from now on, I'm Lin Shen's little hater!!!"
After watching Su Mojin leave the stage, Lin Yan pulled down his helmet visor, his car low-slung over the fuel tank. There were still two drivers before him.
As Su Mojin left, the audience on the field quieted down again because Lin Yan was about to start.
"Next up is our Lin Shen. In the last Shanghai station, Lin Shen took pole position on his first appearance. Today, let's see if Lin Shen can continue his glory at the Country A station."
In the spectator stands, Hao Dong's commentary was as passionate as ever. As soon as Hao Dong spoke, the surrounding fans' emotions were reignited, and they all stood up to cheer for Lin Yan.
Play is play, and fooling around is fooling around, but when it's time to support, you support.
Even if you don't support Lin Shen, you have to support the sister-in-law, she's so beautiful!
With a roar of engines, the GP22 launched.
Lin Yan's focus was now completely concentrated, to the point of reaching a state of man and machine as one.
Compared to the main race, Lin Yan had much greater control over the qualifying session. For one lap, without considering tire and energy consumption, he was invincible.
First gear broke a hundred. Although the horsepower monster wasn't good in corners, its initial acceleration was still on point.
He gave it gas and shifted up, the numbers on the speedometer spinning rapidly.
No one could fault Lin Yan's launch.
As Lin Yan started, Renz looked at Lin Yan's retreating figure from behind. It was impossible for him not to resent Lin Yan, but more than that, it was helplessness. With his current skill and car, it was probably impossible to surpass Lin Yan and get revenge.
Five seconds later, Renz started, and Lin Yan had already passed the first corner.
He immediately executed a powerful late brake, causing the brake disc temperature to soar.
This track amplified Ducati's weaknesses. The only straight was the one at the start line, so Lin Yan had to make the most of the top speed on the straight.
There was no tire wear in qualifying, so the later the braking, the better.
With the car's disadvantage, this was the only way to contend for pole position.
He passed the first corner smoothly, accelerated out of the turn, gave it gas, all in one fluid motion, without any flashy maneuvers. Qualifying was that monotonous and boring; all that mattered was achieving full speed.