car altar supreme

Chapter 167

Wang Yu would naturally respect Mo Shu's decision, and Mo Shu also chose to ignore the technical director.

In the next practice match, Mo Shu continued to go his own way, using his drift running method, and slowly made another lap.

When Mo Shu drove the racing car back to the Pit room, the atmosphere in the team was extremely depressed.

Mo Shu didn't even need to think about it, he knew that the technical director was going crazy again.

Wei Min was standing next to the technical supervisor, with a serious face and cold eyes. This attitude was not aimed at Mo Shu, but it was very likely that he had just educated the employees.

Mo Shu's technician, the British man Carl, came up at this time and asked Mo Shu in a low voice how to adjust the racing car.

"Everything is as usual, adjust according to the situation of the track." Mo Shu took off his helmet and said easily.

Karl nodded and went to work, while Mo Shu stepped forward to talk to Wei Min.

Wei Min pursed his lips and stared at Mo Shu, his eyes showed the message of "don't conflict".

Mo Shu smiled and said kindly: "You don't have to worry, we will see the outcome tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he gave the technical director a meaningful look, and the technical director's face was clearly filled with anger.

"Let's go back to the hotel and rest?" Mo Shu greeted Wei Min to go with him.

The two of them remained silent all the way, and they didn't ask Wilmin until they were outside.

"Mo Shen, first of all, I believe you, but isn't your performance today too strange? The technical director is also a team executive, just one level lower than Wang Yu's team manager, but you chose to ignore him today. Not only does it embarrass him, but it also embarrasses me as the boss."

Mo Shu smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "In this way, it's not your complete trust."

Weiermin looked embarrassed and rolled Mo Shu's eyes.

"Complete trust, you put it lightly, do you know how much pressure the team will face? Your playful running style will definitely be ridiculed by the media, and everyone will laugh at me. "Layman" drivers, of course, I don't think so, but you can't stop other people from thinking."

"I won't say anymore, we will see the outcome tomorrow." Mo Shu replied calmly again, but when he saw that Weiermin's nose was almost twisted in anger, he quickly added another sentence to comfort his boss, "I'm so Running the track, I learned from the masters, you just believe me, tomorrow will shock the audience."

Mo Shu had made Wei Min believe in herself more than once, so Wei Min had nothing to refute at this time, so she nodded and exhaled, stopped talking and just walked silently.

When the two of them walked out of the arena, a large group of reporters really gathered around. The microphones of the reporters almost poked them in the face, and all kinds of questioning voices came.

"Miss Weiermin, please talk about your opinion on Mo Shu. Has his performance today disappointed you?"

"Miss Wilmin, your team has been very low-key in terms of publicity, so that we all think that you are accumulating strength, but your performance today makes people think that your low-key is due to lack of strength. What do you want to do about it? What about comments?"

Weiermin gave the reporter a hard look, and walked straight forward without even saying "no comment".

When the reporters saw Weiermin's aloofness, they shifted their target to Mo Shu. When facing the "culprit" Mo Shu himself, the reporters' questions were much sharper.

"Mr. Mo Shu, may I ask if your grades are authentic?"

"Mr. Mo Shu, may I ask if this is your first time driving a Formula car? How much would you rate your performance?"

"Mr. Mo Shu, do you think you are suitable to be a driver? How do you feel about the last place in the practice race?"

Mo Shu also ignored it, which made the reporters very unhappy. After all, they were going back to issue a press release, and Mo Shu's attitude made them very worried.

"Mr. Mo Shu, I heard that you killed your friend. Don't you think that your decision-making is often wrong?" A reporter finally couldn't help it, and used the trick of "exposing the scar".

But who knew that Mo Shu was really tricked, he stopped suddenly and glared at the reporter. If it wasn't for the public and the eyes of everyone, Mo Shu would have punched him in the face.

"Get lost!" Mo Shu said coldly.

"Hey, why are you swearing?" The reporter caught Mo Shu's words as expected.

After Mo Shu scolded him, his anger subsided a little, so he naturally didn't bother to talk to the reporter anymore, even though the man kept expressing his dissatisfaction, Mo Shu stepped into the car.

The next day, Mo Shu didn't get up early, but slept until noon.

He knew in his heart that the Internet must be turned upside down, and the voices that questioned him were absolutely like a scourge. If he couldn't see it, he couldn't worry about it. Anyway, the exclusionary competition was only held in the afternoon.

Mo Shulai ate lunch contentedly, and decided on the adjustment plan with Karl by the way.

After lunch, it was time to prepare for the qualifying match. Wang Yu specially came to find Mo Shu. Of course, the content of the chat was still commonplace, and Mo Shu responded with "don't worry".

Wei Min unexpectedly didn't show up. I'm afraid she was too nervous at this time. After all, the pressure of public opinion is very heavy, and she is still burdened with the problem of family face.

Mo Shu wanted to take the initiative to ask her to comfort her, but in the end he gave up the idea. He chose to reward Wei Min with his grades. That way the effect should be better.

"Mo Shu, see the green light and start." The technical director actually gave up the title of "Mo God", and his attitude seemed extremely cold.

Mo Shu didn't even want to nod his head more, since the other party looked down on him anyway.

The track was already filled with the roar of other cars, and Mo Shu also drove out of the pit lane.

The qualifying race of the car is usually divided into three quarters, with 7 eliminated in the first quarter, 7 eliminated in the second quarter, and the pole position of the main race is determined in the last quarter.

"Old Wang, I'm going to start!"

Mo Shu continued his habit, and after reporting his status to the technical station, he was ready to start the first quarter.

"Well, the feeling of the racing car is not bad, and Carl's work attitude is really serious." Mo Shu secretly expressed his affirmation in his heart, and then accelerated with full throttle to set a lap time.

Mo Shu's running style has obviously changed today, and it seems to be somewhere between drifting and alignment.

When people felt that he was about to oversteer, Mo Shu controlled it.

But the car at the next corner was obviously understeering, and Mo Shu passed it miraculously and quickly.

The driving posture of this kind of racing car surprised everyone, even the technical director of Queen's Racing Team couldn't help paying attention.

In the first quarter, Mo Shu took 1 minute, 11 seconds and 100 seconds, ranking first on the timing board.

"Hmph, it doesn't matter, anyway, the masters didn't work hard in the first quarter." The people who looked down on Mo Shu looked disdainful, after all, they only saw the difference in the third quarter.

In the second quarter, Mo Shu took 1:11, which almost broke the record of the Interlagos track.

"No way, so fast? Did he take doping today?" Mo Shu's opponents felt a little uncomfortable, and they were already thinking about applying for arbitration later.

In the third quarter, Mo Shu took 1 minute, 11 seconds, which completely dumbfounded everyone in the entire circuit.

"Oh my god! It's a broken record! Is this the same Mo Shu from yesterday?!"

(End of this chapter)