During the F1 Abu Dhabi season finale, surrounded by an ocean of red flags waving in the stands, Wu Shi was involved in a catastrophic collision. He was launched off the circuit, tragically losing his life.

When he woke up again, he found himself thrown back to the year 2007.

That year, ambitious Fernando Alonso officially joined McLaren, setting his sights straight on the WDC.

That year, Lewis Hamilton had just stepped onto the F1 stage, long before heading to Mercedes to forge his seven-title dynasty. 

That year, Max Verstappen had just transitioned into the karting Mini-Max category, about to unleash a bloodbath on the racing calendar and make his mark.

That year… it felt as if nothing had even started yet, but at the same time, as if everything was already set in stone.

Standing trackside once again, all Wu Shi could recall was that devastating 80G impact from his past life, overwhelmed by an extreme, paralyzing fear of speed.

He thought he would never have the courage to sit inside a monocoque chassis again.

That was, until a voice rang out from behind him—

“Hey! You must be Wu Shi? How about we go for a race?” “What? Too scared? Are all Chinese people this insecure?”

The moment the results came out, the pit garage erupted in cheers. After high-fiving the two people next to him, Alan remained rational and asked over the TR, "Your tires are overheating severely. The qualifying session ends in three minutes. You need to do a cooldown lap before setting another flying lap."


"What was my second fastest lap before this?" Wu Shi asked.


"1 minute 32.636 seconds, which puts you in eleventh place."


Wu Shi considered whether he should push for another lap. This set of tires was already heavily worn. If he ran another lap on them, using them in the main race would be quite difficult.


"1 minute 32.445 seconds would put you in eighth. That's the position I'd recommend," Alan said.


"Understood. I'll give it another try."


Chapter 107 - Chapter 37: Where Did That Big Verstappen Go?