A simple sentence, and Chen Xiangbei instantly understood his difficulty.

"You can try the conventional mid-to-low downforce setup, and then fine-tune the front and rear springs and anti-roll bars."

"Medium-stiff for the front wheels, with softer anti-roll bars in the rear, combined with about 4° of negative camber, to curb the tail swing of the car."

"This way, you can maintain the tail speed on long straights while also ensuring some degree of grip and stability in the corners."

Listening to Chen Xiangbei’s adjustment plan, Trulli’s expression was very complex.

He didn’t know if this setup would be useful, but Chen Xiangbei spoke so specifically and accurately, it didn’t sound like he was talking nonsense.

If his adjustment plan could indeed adapt to his driving habits, it would undoubtedly be a revolutionary change to Trulli’s worldview.

After all, he had driven the East Sea International Circuit for six years, yet his understanding wasn’t as good as a newcomer who hadn’t driven there at all. What kind of racing talent is required to reach Chen Xiangbei’s level?

"What, you don’t believe me?"

Seeing that Trulli didn’t respond, Chen Xiangbei thought the other was doubting him.

At this moment, Chen Xiangbei’s car was fully warmed up, and the countdown for the first practice session began.

"It’s just a practice session, you can give it a try."

Without the time to explain, Chen Xiangbei tossed out the remark, then put on his helmet and sat in the TF110 cockpit.

"Sote, adjust according to Xiangbei’s plan."

Trulli instructed the race engineer.

He wasn’t doubting Chen Xiangbei, rather it was just difficult to digest and absorb quickly.

Moreover, Chen Xiangbei was right; practice sessions are meant for testing and adjusting, so giving it a try comes at no cost.

"Xiangbei-kun, you’re very savvy with the setup plan, be careful during the practice."

Before the start, Sawano Hiroyuki gave a reminder, noting that Odetto’s setup couldn’t be changed, leaving safety to Chen Xiangbei himself.

From his perspective, this setup was too dangerous, as if it didn’t consider the driver’s safety at all.

"Is it slipperier than rain?"

"Not really."

"Then it’s fine."

Chen Xiangbei gestured an OK to Sawano Hiroyuki, then pushed down on his racing helmet and accelerated onto the track.

When the black and orange HRT Racing Car with number 13 left the pit, the eagerly awaiting audience waved their hands, hoping that Chen Xiangbei in the car would see their support.

"Here it comes, Chen Xiangbei’s number 13 car!"

"I wonder how fast this HRT Racing Car will be this time, will it get a pole position?"

"It will be tough, I’ll be satisfied if they consistently make it to Q3."

"That’s where you and I differ, I hope to see Chen Xiangbei reach the top in this round and become the true racing god of China!"

"Exactly, make the nickname ’Racing God Bei’ truly deserved!"

Though Chen Xiangbei couldn’t hear the words of the audience, he could feel the expectations of Chinese fans and their hopes for Chinese racing from their waving arms.

Suppressing the excitement within, Chen Xiangbei tried his best to calmly complete the tire warming.

When he reached the starting line on the second lap, Chen Xiangbei slammed the accelerator.

No need to adapt to the setup, no need to familiarize with the track, the moment the TF110 raced on the East Sea International Circuit, memories from his past life surfaced in Chen Xiangbei’s mind.

Every bend, every boundary, even every curb of this track, Chen Xiangbei knew like the back of his hand.

In many past races, Chen Xiangbei could only be a ’dragon across the river’, trying to surpass the ’local snakes’.

This time, he was the true ’local snake’.

As familiar as racing in his own living room, what do you have to compete with me?