Of course, Chen Xiangbei couldn’t sign Alonso’s na, but he promised Zhou Guanyu that he would bring him an Alonso nto in the future, such as a helt from the Renault era.
After all, Briatore had served as Renault’s team leader and was Alonso’s agent, so getting these small items wouldn’t be a problem.
For the rest of the ti, Chen Xiangbei stayed at the club to watch the training of young mbers, and to be honest, the performance was really impressive.
The main reason was that people like Zhou Guanyu and Ye Yifei weren’t starting from scratch without any foundation; they had already been exposed to karting training in the country for so ti.
However, due to dostic constraints and the lack of a formula training system, it was very difficult for them to level up further.
Either train abroad or choose to transition.
The karting club run by Zhang Zhicong solved the difficulty of race-level karting training.
Furthermore, the early fa of Huasi Sports, the foundation of Honda’s Japanese coaches, coupled with Chen Xiangbei’s podium finish at the Australia Grand Prix, endowed this karting club with a unique status.
This is precisely why Chen Xiangbei could "coincidentally" encounter Zhou Guanyu and Ye Yifei here at this mont.
Across China, there is no better, more professional, or more famous karting club than this.
If they want to improve, they inevitably had to train here.
In a way, the Huasi Karting Club will beco the cradle of Chinese racing for at least the next ten years.
During the training observation, Ito Masashi also invited Chen Xiangbei to make a lap, which served as a demonstration to let these young mbers realize the terrifying skill of an F1 driver.
Chen Xiangbei certainly wouldn’t refuse such a small request.
In fact, many renowned F1 drivers, such as Verstappen and Leclerc at the top level, would frequently go to karting tracks to do laps.
On one hand, it’s a way to relieve stress.
On the other hand, karting offers drivers the most direct feedback on car feeling, allowing them to regain their forr state and sensitivity.
However, Chen Xiangbei’s track navigation was impeccable, showcasing F1-level skills, but his speed was about the sa as Zhou Guanyu’s track record, not exhibiting the kind of crushing superiority expected by the public.
The reason was simple; it was the massive weight-to-power ratio difference brought by weight.
Compared to Zhou Guanyu, who was about ten-year, Chen Xiangbei weighed almost twice as much, which on a kart equates to overloading. Additionally, since Chen Xiangbei drove with a casual mindset, it was naturally hard to break far from the track record.
In fact, similar circumstances occurred with Haas rookie driver Bellman in later years.
This guy discovered a karting track next to the hotel while vacationing in Sweden, leading him to find ways to break the track record, such as wearing minimal clothing and removing so parts to reduce weight.
He even kept his head down on the steering wheel to minimize airflow influence and chose early morning when temperatures were lowest to make laps.
Despite all these thods, he was only faster than the track record by 0.05 seconds.
It can be said the impact of weight on karting is far greater than imagined.
After spending a day in Hong Kong, Chen Xiangbei crossed the border back to his ho in Guangshen.
Learning from the lesson of landing at the airport, this ti Chen Xiangbei did not opt for public transport and instead drove Zhang Zhicong’s Volkswagen R36 back, without notifying anyone.
When he took out the key and pushed open the door, he saw his mother, Zhao Yui, standing nervously at the doorway holding a mop.
"Mom, what are you doing?"
Chen Xiangbei asked, puzzled.
Seeing her son co back, Zhao Yui froze.
She was truly caught off guard, thinking the sudden unlocking noises ant a thief was trying to break in.
"Xiangbei, you’ve co back?"
As if unsure, Zhao Yui asked again.
"Mom, I’ve co back."
After hearing this response, Zhao Yui put down the mop and stepped forward to give Chen Xiangbei a tight hug.
"You didn’t even give a notice when coming back. I wasn’t prepared at all!"
"Mom, does coming ho really need an announcent?"
Chen Xiangbei replied with a smile, as he intended to surprise his mother.
"I would have at least cooked sothing you like!"
With that, Zhao Yui began to scrutinize Chen Xiangbei, wanting to see if her son had lost weight during his ti outside over the past year.
But contrary to her imagination, Chen Xiangbei was not thin; instead, he appeared very muscular and robust, in stark contrast to the pale, thin image of the high school student before.
The high-intensity professional performance, specialist physical trainer, and nutritionist, enabled the body quality of an F1 driver to be among the top on Earth, with no weaknesses in any aspect.
Although the taste of foreign food was sowhat unfamiliar, in terms of nutritional standards, there was no loss compared to ho-cooked als.
Zhao Yui’s kind of traditional parental worry, in fact, was a bit excessive.
Of course, scientific theory is one thing and emotions are another.
After sitting down with Chen Xiangbei, Zhao Yui quickly went to the kitchen to prepare a table full of dishes.
Mother and son sat together at the dinner table, eating while listening to Chen Xiangbei talk about his experiences abroad.
However, Chen Xiangbei concealed the hardship and danger during his career, only ntioning the light-hearted and glamorous aspects.
To this, Zhao Yui wasn’t particularly aware; if it weren’t for her son, Chen Xiangbei, racing in F1, she might never have any connection with formula racing in her life.
But Zhao Yui was very proud of one thing: the news on television broadcasted her son’s podium achievent and called him the pride of Chinese racing!
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