Lin Yan actually understood this phenomenon. After all, today was the day to decide the world champion, and many reporters would come. But wasn't this a bit too many?
Zhang Mingzhi handled the interviews, while Lin Yan went directly to the pit room to start training.
"Director Zhang, there are rumors that Lin Shen will be inducted into the Hall of Fame today. Is this true?"
"Director Zhang, was the reason the world champion was not announced in the previous race also because of this? Director Zhang, please answer directly."
"......"
Chinese reporters were easy to deal with, but these foreign media were more difficult.
"Uh, everyone, please calm down first and listen to me."
Even the experienced Zhang Mingzhi was a bit overwhelmed by so many reporters. He made a gesture to press them down, asking them to calm down.
"Dear reporters, I know you really want to understand the reason, but I'm not very clear about whether our driver will be inducted into the Hall of Fame today, as this is the decision of the competition. As for why the world champion was not announced in the last race, I am also unaware, but based on my speculation, there should be something to announce."
After a brief period of irritation, Zhang Mingzhi stabilized his emotions. He had already received some news regarding these questions, but he definitely couldn't reveal it now. Although there were many reporters present, it was not the best time to tell them.
After a verbal sparring with these reporters for more than ten minutes, Zhang Mingzhi finally managed to escape and return to the pit room. Five minutes later, Zhang Jifei sneaked into Zhang Mingzhi's office from the back of the pit room.
"Old Zhang, were those reporters just now telling the truth? Is the young master going to be inducted into the Hall of Fame?"
As soon as he entered, Zhang Jifei couldn't help but ask. He couldn't help but feel too excited about such a matter.
A rookie being inducted into the Hall of Fame? This was not only shocking outside the circle but also within the circle. His first thought upon hearing this rumor was that it was impossible, but he couldn't resist his curiosity, so he had to ask Zhang Mingzhi.
"Brother Jifei, don't rush. Sit down and have some tea."
The room door was pushed open, and Zhang Mingzhi was startled, thinking the reporters had chased after him. He didn't expect it to be Zhang Jifei.
"What tea are we still drinking at a time like this? Do you know that if this is true, then this year's Laureus is almost certain?"
Seeing Zhang Mingzhi's hurried demeanor, Zhang Jifei couldn't sit still.
"Alright, alright, let's talk business."
Seeing this, Zhang Mingzhi stopped playing coy. He poured a cup of tea for Zhang Jifei and said.
"According to my information, it's likely true. The young master is very likely to become the youngest driver in history to be inducted into the MotoGP Hall of Fame, and he will be inducted while still active."
Even though he already had some inclination, Zhang Jifei couldn't help but gasp when he heard this. As a professional in the industry, he understood the Hall of Fame quite well.
As the pinnacle of honor in the motorcycle field, the Hall of Fame cannot be casually inducted, not even by the competition. The fact that the competition brought out this honor now indicated that their young master had already met the standards and strength to be inducted into the Hall of Fame.
Reaching the standard for the Hall of Fame at the age of twenty, hiss, truly terrifying.
The condition for being inducted into the Hall of Fame does not depend on how many world championships a driver has won, but rather on what records the driver has set in MotoGP. Only when the records set are numerous and astonishing enough can one be inducted into the Hall of Fame.
"Don't worry, this matter for the young master is basically a sure thing, and we can rest."
"Phew, that's true."
Hearing this, Zhang Jifei also breathed a small sigh of relief.
...
At 11:50 AM, under the scorching sun, Lin Yan straddled the GP22 at the very front of the starting line. Su Mojin, wearing a snow-white dress and silver high heels, held a sun umbrella and stood beside Lin Yan. Red and white, bright and vibrant.
"Husband, it's time, I have to go down. You can do it. I'll be waiting for you at the finish line."
"Mmm."
Su Mojin gently kissed Lin Yan's helmet and then left the venue with the crowd.
Twelve official fighter jets from Dongya took off. With the hype of the live commentator, the safety car slowly drove out from the starting line.
As the safety car drove out, Lin Yan stretched the muscles in his thighs and arms in the car, doing a simple pre-race warm-up. After finishing, he placed his feet on the ground and leaned his body over the fuel tank.
A moment later, the safety car returned behind the drivers, and the entire venue fell silent, with no sound from the starting line.
"I'm so nervous! Why am I so nervous at the start?"
In the stands, Fu Qingyun, seeing this scene, couldn't help but say. Lin Guoxiong put his arm around her shoulder to help her relax. She didn't feel this way when watching the video, but it was truly nerve-wracking during the race, especially at the start.
After the fans in the stands quieted down, the five red lights in front of the starting line lit up.
"Okay, the red flag is waved, the green flag is withdrawn, and the red lights are on!"
"Lights out and away we go!"
As the five red lights went out, a deafening roar of engines erupted from the starting line. Thirty factory cars shot out together, with Lin Yan, as usual, leading the charge.
He twisted the throttle to the maximum with his right hand, stepped on the accelerator, shifted from first, second, third, to fourth gear, shifting up four gears in succession. The speed of the car visibly soared in a straight line, and powerful wind swept past Lin Yan's helmet.
After a violent acceleration, he reached the entrance of the first corner in the blink of an eye. He downshifted and braked hard to enter the corner. Qionghai behind him had no way to get close, sticking to the tail of Lin Yan's race car as they entered the corner. The dense pack of cars behind them roared past.
"Lin Shen leads first, Qionghai second, Reisner third, Luns fourth..."
Hao Dong quickly reported the progress of the race.
"In corner two, Luns made a move on Reisner, braking late and going for the inside. Let's see if he makes it!"
"He did it! Luns moved up to third, overtaking Reisner."
Lin Yan's start ahead was as good as a breakaway, with no possibility of being caught. He was unstoppable on his own.