Chapter 810: A loser

In Luo Quankun's 30-odd years of life, he has had glory and is also experiencing the trough and downfall of his life.
The Bulls were also brilliant at the beginning of the team. He has reaped the love of car fans, gained incomparable glory, and reaped the trust of the players. He was listed on the company's backdoor and developed in China, even because of the market depression and the limited economy. Not outstanding, he also had confidence. Like every team, Luo Quankun hopes that his team can embark on the journey of the European Championship!
Since when did you fail to recover?
Probably because his old friend had both legs amputated after last year's race, the whole team was distracted, and there were no key players, and the two more powerful racers also moved abroad or looked for another career.
At midnight, Zang Yanbin, who had been resting for a long time, galloped on the field again, keeping pace with Shuma.
Tomorrow's battle can be imagined, how much abuse and slander the players will be subjected to, under such pressure, they must fight back and go all out.
Unless, Wei Sheng is willing to show up.
Luo Quankun couldn't help but smile.
Today, Wei Sheng did try the track. It stands to reason that the entire race drove forty-seven laps. Normal racers will experience dehydration in 20-25 laps. However, there is a drinking device in the helmet to support the competitors. Supporting the entire game, however, Wei Sheng's physical strength is indeed limited. On the fourth lap, his heart rate was too fast and he was slightly dehydrated.
In fact, her body can hardly bear the weight of the equipment. Compared with the drivers who have received special F1 training all the year round, the pressure and resistance of this weight has already consumed her more physical energy on the field.
As for speed...
F1 cars are delicate and expensive, and the pursuit of competition has not always been the highest speed. In fact, there are also limited tracks that can run at the highest speed in the world.
But the formula car pursues the average speed of the whole race. First of all, in the formula race, the exposed head of the driver will bear a huge G force, which affects the performance of the speed, because the faster the speed, the greater the G force. .
Nagarde's average speed for the entire trial today has reached 197.099 kilometers.
The highest record so far is the average speed of 238.036 kilometers per hour set in the 1997 European Championship.
The slowest average speed was also 104.264 kilometers per hour set in the Monaco Grand Prix in 1997.
Wei Sheng's average speed when testing the track today was 123.588 kilometers per hour.
Although she was able to maintain a fairly stable state after getting out of the car, it means that Wei Sheng was only trying her hands steadily and did not go all out, but according to her physical condition today, Luo Quankun can almost conclude that she can't do her best. Keep going up 15 laps, no, maybe ten laps are enough to make her physically exhausted.
Indeed, it is impossible to win.
When she left, she did not clearly inform whether she would come to the game tomorrow. In fact, Luo Quankun is also hesitant now. He has two choices. The first is to play according to the original plan and pay for the glory of the Bulls final game. , Dignity and credibility, bear the infamy of deceivers, it is conceivable that no team will be willing to hire such a notorious coach from now on.
In the same way, the members of the Bulls team will also endure this humiliation in their future racing careers, because they are born in a team that will bear a reputation until disbanded.
With the autumn wind rustling, Luo Quankun stood on the sidelines and wiped his face vigorously with his hands, without sweat or tears.
Another way is for Wei Sheng to agree to play, even if his skills are not as good as others, but he can retain the reputation of the team. At the same time, the Bulls are defeated in the final battle. This seems to be the best plan. But it is conceivable what kind of infamy will Wei Sheng, who took the post but suffered a miserable defeat after the war tomorrow, will bear.
The higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment.
After all, most car fans never pay attention to what kind of sweat you put in, and only judge heroes by success or failure.
Thinking of Wei Sheng not saying a word before leaving, and that lonely and bleak figure, she had already made a plan.
And Luo Quankun also knew that he had no reason to bear the glory of the entire team to Wei Sheng alone.
"Hold on for another circle." Luo Quankun picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand and said expressionlessly, and on his haggard face, his eyes were already red and tears flickered.
He knew that Zang Yanbin's physical strength would have reached its limit, perhaps, already reached its limit.
At five o'clock in the morning the next morning, Wei Sheng sat alone by the balcony of his home. He slept peacefully this night, but not securely.
As the former CEO of the Keno team, as a racer who once pursued glory as the highest pursuit, Luo Quankun did touch her in some ways.
Maybe it's his look, maybe it's his obsession.
In terms of reason, Wei Sheng is unwilling to attend this game, carefully reviewing her own state of mind, although deep down she is unwilling to admit that her lack of physical strength has caused her to be timid to a certain extent, and she is unwilling to admit her past life The infamous discrepancy made her reluctant to experience it again.
In fact, she must admit that the boiling in the field yesterday and the high emotions and expectations of the people made her feel a certain kind of fear rising from the depths of her heart, or more of a resistance.
It was not the people who trusted her that pushed her to the bottom in the last life, who had high expectations of her.
Do you really care about infamy?
Not at all.
Maybe she didn't care if she didn't play in the competition and was misunderstood, but once she lost the honor, she really didn't want to experience it. After all, some of her previous experiences were repulsive, and at that time, she had loved the sport very much, and she had shouldered too many honors given by people, until she found them so vulnerable.
This Formula Race is different from any mountain road race she has participated in since her rebirth. At least no one had high expectations and voices for her at that time. She let go, and the worst is the worst, but people expected it. In those games, she was also certain.
This time is obviously a losing game.
Looking at the faint morning light outside the window, Wei Sheng curled his eyebrows and leaned against the window, ignoring as much as possible the faintly rising flames in his heart trying to defeat something. Moreover, she tried to break through the resistance last night and control it again, but the facts last night gave her a positive answer.
"What are you thinking?" A voice suddenly came from the living room.
Wei Sheng turned to look and saw that Cui Xian had just stepped out of the room. The boy was wearing a white shirt and was wearing his neckline. He had just woke up with loose short hair hanging on his forehead, bathed in the morning light that filled the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It's clean and beautiful.
She bent her leg to her chest, smiled and shook her head.
He walked forward and sat cross-legged across from her, his voice still husky after falling asleep, showing a bit of quietness, "Still thinking about the game?"