My Formula 1 System

[35th Lap]

When Ansel emerged from the pits, the podium positions were already locked in: Miles Bellingham had taken command of P1, Luca Rennick was holding steady in P2, and Max Addams was fighting to maintain P3 while chasing Luca. Ansel managed to rejoin the race just in time to slot into P4, narrowly cutting off Sean Aaronson, who was charging hard behind him. Now, Ansel found himself in a precarious position, defending against one of the most aggressive drivers on the grid. After going head-on in the Spanish Grand Prix, the spectators had their immediate bets on Aaronson claiming P4 over the courses of the streets.

Mr. Grant and Ms. Vallotton were satisfied with the current positions of their drivers. With Luca in P2 and Ansel in P4, the team had a total of thirty points, increasing their lead over Velocità Jnr. Velocità's drivers, Max Addams and Dani Walding, were in P3 and P7 respectively.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Both Team Principals also had Luca, their Player A driver, in mind. They knew he was just one point behind Max Addams in the standings, and finishing P2 would put Luca at 143 points, while Max would end up with 142 points. The positions would still be separated by a single point, but this time, Luca would be ahead.

However, they couldn't ignore the possibility of Luca pushing for P1. Securing the win would turn that narrow margin into an 8-point lead—an outcome far more advantageous for the team as well.

[37th Lap]

Bueseno Velocità Jnr. team engineers were piling the pressure on Max Addams, pleading with him—not just to take P2 from Luca, but to seize the lead of the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix altogether.

Max gritted his teeth, his ears boiling as Luca defended masterfully over the last few laps. Seven laps remained to complete the ninth round of the championship, and things weren't looking good for the reigning team champions—not to mention Max himself, the defending F2 Drivers' Champion.

His frustration bled into his racing. He kept the pressure on Luca, tailing him relentlessly. He was too close to capitalize on the slipstream. Too close for DRS. A part of him wondered if he should drop back just a second or two to activate the feature properly—but falling even that far risked getting swallowed by Ansel and Aaronson's incoming brawl.

Not an option.

So, he gripped the wheel tighter, clutched onto the throttle, and surged alongside Luca once again. "C'mon, Luca! Give me something!" Max growled into his padded helmet as both cars shot down the straight, streaking toward the next series of turns weaving between the modern skyline.

As if Luca had heard Max's challenge, he muttered under his breath, "Not today." He braked slightly, tilting his wheel sharply to hug the inside line.

Max, undeterred, went for the outside—aggressively. His blue-and-black Dallara streaked past the roaring crowd like a blurred dart aimed for the bullseye before vanishing behind a skyscraper, still breathing down Luca's neck.

"System?! Aren't I chopping this guy at all?!" Luca barked, frustrated that he hadn't received any level-up notification for Corner Chopping, despite executing it countless times in the past few laps.

[System always notifies host when there's a point attained]

Was Miles now getting around his Corner Chopping? Maybe he had seen Luca execute it many times in the race replays, and after experiencing it, it was no surprise that a good F2 driver like Max Addams would figure out that Luca always did something fishy around turns and corners.

Luca scoffed. Talk about an all-round driver, he thought. Good at offence and defence. I'd love to be like that, but I wanna be exceptional at them, not good.

**You're in a fierce duel, mate. Track structure would favor Max on the inside this time. Dominate now, or he'll overtake**

[Analyzing optimal entry speed based on current velocity, tire traction, and curvature of the bend...]

[Tire traction: 80%]

[Recommended speed for maneuver: 120 km/h]

Luca made a daring move, cutting to the inside line of the next turn, crisscrossing in front of Max. But Max was unfazed. With sharp reflexes, he swerved right, reclaiming momentum and drive as he surged to retake P2.

[3rd Position]

Luca didn't let it shake him. He knew it was only temporary. As the final turn unwound, the track structure spaghettified him ahead of Max once more, spitting them onto the home straight.

[2nd Position]

"...Max Addams and Luca Rennick are putting on a masterclass here! This is some of the best wheel-to-wheel racing we've seen this season!"

[Analyzing 3rd Position's distance from host and Dallara (F2 04)...]

[3rd Position is 1 sec away, host.]

[Reanalyzing...]

[3rd Position is 2 sec away, host.]

"What? That's weird."

Luca darted a glance at his side mirror, his pupils adjusting to the dim light just in time to catch the glint of Max's blue chassis lurking behind. His grip tightened. Did he just slow down on purpose?

It didn't make sense—until it did.

Max had deliberately and tactically eased out of the final corner, allowing Luca to surge ahead just enough to set the perfect gap. DRS was now in play, like a carefully baited trap laid bare. Max was now a sniper lining up his shot and Luca was in his crosshairs.

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Max's car loomed behind him like a dark beast in the surrounding nighttime, hunting his precious P2. He was powerless. Straightaway Chopping wouldn't work—not against an opponent armed with DRS.

Mr. Moritz's voice echoed in his mind, warning him about Max's rear wing opening like a blade. He told Luca to adjust the best as he could.

But how?

This was the home straight of a street circuit—Riyadh Zenith Circuit. It wasn't even that long. Maybe he could defend.

I can!

[Analyzing 3rd Position's distance from host and Dallara (F2 04)...]

[3rd Position is 2 sec away, host.]

[System's prediction: that value might decrease and not in your favor due to 3rd Position honed with DRS.]

[Analyzing Dallara (F2 04) and host's distance from 1st Position]

[You are 3 seconds away, host.]

Luca was surprised, and he looked ahead at the end of the home straight where the grid lay to kick off the 38th Lap, and there was Miles' car, just at the other end of the straight, the golden livery sparkling in the darkness as his red lights flashed for a short moment.

Luca was surprised because he and Max had pushed so aggressively that they'd got close enough to Miles, who had a commanding lead—close enough for his System to automatically detect by itself.

Perhaps, this Grand Prix was going to end quite… well.

"...Less drag! Wing flaps open! Max Addams hits DRS and he's just behind Luca Rennick now! Luca Rennick can't defend that P2!"

"WOOOOHH!"

Luca's stomach tightened. Tsk! Crafty bastard.

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