anwhile, it's Monday, a non-holiday, and there are far fewer people at midnight.
Also, it is the latest day before the start of the Grand Prix week, and with the race day approaching, more fans and tourists will flock to Australia.
Especially for this Grand Prix, it's the first ti a Formula driver from China is participating, so surely there will be more spectators than ever before.
Monday is the only chance for Chen Xiangbei to run on this track in person!
"Okay, Monday it is."
Chen Xiangbei nodded.
Given the current situation, without a pre-run, relying solely on the thirty-minute practice session, mastering this track would be a daydream.
The Grand Prix results are crucial for Chen Xiangbei; it's the key step to advancing to F1, he can only win, not lose!
"So, where do you plan to go now?"
"To the hotel to et up with Uncle Liang and the others."
After hearing Chen Xiangbei say he was going to the hotel, Qin Lianjie thought for a mont and replied, "I won't go back either, I'll stay at the sa hotel with you guys."
Although the Hong Kong Island is adjacent to Australia, commuting back and forth takes hours.
Besides, Qin Lianjie is genuinely curious about what Chen Xiangbei's professional life is like.
And how, in just six months, did his driving skills improve like a monster!
"No problem, we'll head over now."
Chen Xiangbei nodded, then drove the Volkswagen R36 to lead the way, guiding Qin Lianjie's Camry to reach the hotel where the team mbers were staying.
This hotel isn't exactly bustling by Macau standards, but it has the advantage of being clean and quiet, making it perfect for the team mbers to rest before the race.
When Chen Xiangbei arrived, Ah Yong was already standing at the hotel entrance to welco him, and upon seeing him, imdiately gave a bear hug.
Fortunately, Chen Xiangbei's shoulder muscle strain had already recovered, otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to withstand Ah Yong's hug.
"Brother Bei, I've missed you. Without you, the team has been like it's lost its backbone!"
Ah Yong's tone was a bit excited, as the team mbers' connection with Chen Xiangbei grew stronger; when he's not around, they really don't know what to do.
"Don't exaggerate, isn't Odetto still there?"
Chen Xiangbei replied with a smile; Odetto also ca to Australia, nominally the team leader should be the backbone.
"He's been out early and back late with Mizutani these days, not sure what they're doing."
"Is Odetto here right now?"
"Yes, he's waiting for you in the hotel eting room."
Upon hearing this, based on Chen Xiangbei's understanding of Odetto, the old man definitely hasn't been idle but has been preparing for the race.
So he called Qin Lianjie and led him to the hotel eting room.
At this mont, inside the hotel eting room, upon receiving the ssage that Chen Xiangbei was coming, all the team mbers had already gathered here waiting.
Of course, they weren't here to ceremoniously welco Chen Xiangbei's "return to the team."
As Chen Xiangbei had guessed, there was extrely important pre-race preparation work.
When Qin Lianjie followed Chen Xiangbei into the eting room, he was imdiately taken aback by the orderly seating arrangent; who knew professional racing teams were this ticulous even off the track?
Chen Xiangbei briefly introduced Qin Lianjie to everyone; Liang Chi and Lu Xiaoman already knew him, and Sawano and other Japanese technical staff exchanged polite introductions.
Only the old man Odetto maintained his usual high-cold deanor, a nod sufficed as a greeting.
After Chen Xiangbei took his seat, Odetto simply asked, "Ran the East Bay Circuit this afternoon?"
Just as Chen Xiangbei gradually familiarized himself with Odetto's character, Odetto similarly understood the nature of this Chinese kid.
Since Chen Xiangbei arrived in Australia this afternoon, there's no way he'd be out playing until evening before returning to the hotel.
So coming back at this late hour only ant one thing, the kid went for a pre-run of the track.
"Yes."
"Did you gain anything?"
"Not much."
In the afternoon, Chen Xiangbei only got familiar with the track layout, but for Formula racing, that was far from enough.
He at least needed to achieve centiter-level precision!
Upon hearing this answer, Odetto signaled to Mizutani Sho.
The latter pressed the play button connected to the eting room projector, revealing a map of the East Bay Circuit on the screen, and then the image zood in to show the individual cornering trajectories.
Seeing this, Chen Xiangbei was stunned; before returning to China, he already knew that neither Brawn GP Team nor Super Dream Team had years of data on the East Bay Circuit.
The reason was simple; they were all F1 teams, why bother collecting F3 race data?
It's like a college student wouldn't specifically organize middle school exercise books.
"Odetto, don't we not have data on the East Bay Circuit?"
Chen Xiangbei couldn't help but ask; Odetto wouldn't mislead him about this matter, would he?
"Not having doesn't an we can't make it?"
"Or if it can't be made, you won't run?"
Odetto bluntly responded with two sentences, leaving Chen Xiangbei montarily speechless.
Standing in the back, Qin Lianjie felt an invisible pressure from this scene.
Is this what an F1 team leader is like?
Truly assertive!
As for the team mbers inside the eting room, they had long beco accustod to this scene.
Compared to the pressure exerted on Chen Xiangbei on the track, this pre-race discussion barely counted as an appetizer.
"We don't have real data on past years' drivers running the track, but that doesn't prevent us from creating a theoretical perfect lap for the East Bay Circuit."
"Just like making a simulator map, in these days Mizutani and I gathered public information from the road administration and went to the streets for field asurents to obtain the track surface condition, corner angles, curb height differences, etc."
"Then calculating through these data using computer simulation, we can derive the theoretical optimal cornering line and the ultimate perfect lap ti."
Odetto described what he and Mizutani Sho had done; simply put, like the na "Formula," they recorded various cornering routes on the track, and through computer simulation and mathematical formulas, derived the best APEX point and "perfect lap."
Of course, just like the perfect lap in the racing simulator, it's only theoretical data.
In reality, limited by the venue, weather, track surface, or even interference from opponents, the racing route in the competition can't overlap with the theoretical cutting line; how close you can get to the "perfect lap" depends purely on the driver's understanding and performance.
Like the F1 Japan Grand Prix in '25, Renault Team's rookie Duhan applied his simulator experience to the practice session, with DRS fully open speeding through corners at 331km/h.
Even F1 drivers, tackling corners at full throttle to challenge the track's limits, are already walking the edge of control.
This guy went full throttle with DRS through corners, truly bringing the simulator's "ga" into reality; if you don't crash, who will?
After saying this, Odetto pointed directly at Chen Xiangbei and added.
"Before the race starts, morize all this data without making mistakes."
"You need to know, street races have no room for mistakes!"
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