Boom——
A flash of pale lightning ripped through the night outside the window, illuminating the dismantled F1 car in the maintenance room like the skeleton of a giant beast.
Ji Ran irritably threw the wrench into the tool box, making a sharp clang.
"Damn, the data is wrong again!"
Rows of red error codes on the display screen seemed to mock his futility for the past half month.
This "Flame" that he regards as a treasure has become a pile of expensive scrap metal since the cylinder exploded at the Silverstone track last time.
The team has given an ultimatum. If he can't achieve results, he can get out after this season.
The family even considered him dead a long time ago, a abandoned "scumbag" genius. In their eyes, he was not even worthy of carrying his eldest brother's shoes.
"Ding dong - ding dong -"
The old doorbell rang persistently through the rain and thunder.
"Who is it? This damn weather..." Gu Fei, the mechanic next to him, wiped the oil on the handle and looked outside.
