The roaring engines, the shouting of the on-site spectators, and the faint scent of rubber in the air, all made Chen Cheng's first F1 trip very exciting.
Li Bo had also put a lot of thought into this race.
He had purchased 10 tickets for the platinum section of the main grandstand, as the best available seats in a public venue, not only offering soft seats and tea breaks, but also providing an excellent overall viewing experience.
Besides two sharp corners where the race could not be seen, the rest of the track was completely visible.
Men, they are always boys chasing the wind.
Everyone was very satisfied to be able to personally experience such a different event up close.
After the tire-warming lap finished, in starting order, the top formula racing cars, ready at their respective poles, were like arrows drawn back in a bow, poised to leap forward.
Chen Cheng glanced at Wen Shulin beside him.
She was wearing sunglasses, quietly sitting.
