Lin Yan suddenly asked such a question. There were few drivers who were good at wet weather racing, but that didn't mean there were none. Lin Yan wanted to see if any of the drivers in his team were good at wet weather racing.
"Uh... Young Master, there actually is."
Zhang Mingzhi spoke up. Ren Fei wasn't good at wet weather racing, but... Luns was.
Vinales, standing nearby, also nodded. Luns's performance in the wet was indeed better than on dry tracks. Before Lin Yan arrived, Luns, as their lead Ducati rider, was quite capable.
"Oh?"
Lin Yan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
He glanced at Daniel's performance, then at Raisner's. After watching two races, Lin Yan stopped watching. The abilities of several drivers were similar. For them, there wasn't much difference between wet and dry races, and any slight gap was probably insignificant.
After watching these, Lin Yan went to rest. However, he didn't leave. Besides the main race today, there was also...
"Mm, I just woke up too. Maybe I was too tired. I feel like I slept very soundly here."
Shaking his head, Lin Yan got up from the small bed. As soon as he came out of the lounge, Lin Yan saw Jiang Qimo and Yan Xiaoqiang sitting in the pit room, looking dejected. Seeing Lin Yan emerge, Zhou Xianyong also gave Lin Yan a wry smile, his meaning clear – they were overwhelmed.
One was last, and the other was third to last. Yan Xiaoqiang's third to last place even had a bit of luck involved; it seemed that one of the drivers had a problem and had to go back to change cars.
"Alright, stop looking so glum. This is just your first time out there, and there will be many more. If you don't want to end up like this again, you'll have to train even harder when we get back."
Vinales was encouraging the two, telling them to cheer up. Yan Xiaoqiang was fine; his mental resilience was good, and he was still young. But Jiang Qimo, who came in last, was finding it difficult.
Lin Yan stood by for a while without speaking, silently listening to Vinales lecture the two.
A moment later, seeing that Jiang Qimo was still dispirited, Lin Yan walked over and kicked him angrily, scolding him.
"Do you think I spent so much money for you to look down at the floor? Look up! It's just last place. What can't a grown man handle?"
Lin Yan cursed him impatiently, his tone very much like a father eager for his son to succeed. Jiang Qimo, stunned by Lin Yan's kick, suddenly realized Lin Yan was standing beside him. He immediately looked up, and the dejection on his face lessened somewhat.
Seeing this, Zhou Xianyong's eyes lit up. The boss was actually useful.
"When we get back, I'll revise your schedules. I won't demand anything extraordinary, but at least you have to meet Yan Xiaoqiang's standard. I don't care about your results, even coming in last is fine, but I care about your attitude."
Lin Yan said very solemnly. He had expected this result. The difference and accumulation of Eastern and Western racing over many years couldn't be made up in just a few months. It was normal. Even throwing money at it wouldn't help them leap forward, though it could accelerate the catching-up process.
"But does effort really work?"
Jiang Qimo's lips parted blankly, and he uttered this sentence. Seeing this, Lin Yan was about to kick him again. Jiang Qimo quickly tried to dodge, but then felt he shouldn't. After a slight hesitation, he was kicked down by Lin Yan.
"I don't know if effort works, but not trying definitely doesn't. I don't keep idlers here. If you can't do it, leave as soon as possible. In my opinion, your sister is much better than you."
After another round of scolding, Jiang Qimo felt much better. He was truly overwhelmed.
Completely crushed. Yes, completely crushed. Jiang Qimo was basically outmatched by any driver he encountered on the track. Initially, he could still set faster lap times than Yan Xiaoqiang, but later he was so demoralized that he lost all confidence.
"This kid's mentality is too weak."
Vinales and Lin Yan came to a corner of the pit room. They glanced at Jiang Qimo from a distance. Vinales turned to Lin Yan and said.
A weak mentality was a major taboo in racing. Logically, Jiang Qimo's riding style should be very stable, and his adaptability to the car should be better than Yan Xiaoqiang's. But today, he was acting uncharacteristically. He was faster than Yan Xiaoqiang in the early stages, but as the race progressed, he fell further and further behind.
"It's probably because of the large crowd."
Vinales offered his thoughts, and Lin Yan nodded. It was possible. After all, young people these days cared a lot about their reputation. Coming in last in front of so many people would be embarrassing.
After all, there were hundreds of thousands of spectators. It was possible for a newcomer to be nervous.
Jiang Yan had also experienced some of this mentality yesterday, which Vinales could see. In contrast, someone from a poor background like Yan Xiaoqiang had stronger adaptability.
"Alright, we'll see again during the main race in a few days. We should get going now."
As the sky was getting dark, Lin Yan still had important things to do.
Leaving the others behind, Lin Yan drove his old luxury car out of the racetrack and headed straight for the seaside.
"Why are we going to the beach?"
In the car, Su Mojin, enjoying the evening breeze and the setting sun, asked Lin Yan.
"To buy swimsuits!"
Lin Yan replied. Hearing this, Su Mojin's body trembled. He was still thinking about it.