No one could have imagined that the growth speed of the HRT Team would be so fast.

Chen Xiangbei vaguely felt an unstoppable momentum.

"Alonso, Masa, I need you to go faster, the team needs this pole position."

Domenicali emphasized to the two drivers.

Since the era of the Prancing Horse dynasty by Alonso, the Ferrari Team had been on a downhill path.

Although they secured the driver's championship in '07 thanks to Raikkonen's performance, it couldn't hide the decline. Their overall competitiveness was continuously weakening, dropping to just the third-fastest car in the paddock.

Masa was the best number two driver after Barrichello, and Alonso was a superstar on par with Schumacher.

Domenicali didn't believe that this driver lineup couldn't restore Ferrari's glory. The team needed to secure a pole position or a grand prix victory to boost the morale and confidence of team members.

After all, even an overseas team could bring out HRT's "Mars Rover."

The main team, however, couldn't even touch a pole position, this disparity was clearly quite unreasonable.

"I will."

Alonso responded, and Masa nodded more reservedly.

On the other side, after finishing his flying lap, Chen Xiangbei went straight into the pit to change tires in preparation for Q3.

The time in the F1 qualifying rounds gets shorter as they go on, and once drivers can be sure of moving to the next stage, they avoid wasting engine and tire life by continuing to set times on the track.

The team members were extremely excited facing the returning Chen Xiangbei, although they tried to restrain it as much as possible.

Often the state of a driver depends on a certain momentum, and celebrating early and opening champagne can cause a driver to lose this momentum. The third qualifying session was just ahead, and they needed to maintain this intense and tense competitive atmosphere.

Unlike Chen Xiangbei, who had an early pit stop, Trulli was still completing his flying lap until the last second of the qualifying session.

Unfortunately, his improved lap time and Kubica's simultaneous improvement to rank tenth at the cut-off meant he couldn't advance to Q3.

This is the cruel nature of competitive sports, success is just in front of you, yet it's out of reach.

Back in the pit, Trulli received consolation from team members who understood how difficult it was for an over-thirty veteran to totally adapt to the thorough change in car setup preferences.

It was like that Red Bull Racing car of later years, in front of which countless top drivers in their prime bowed. But sympathy didn't change the reality, and Trulli had already reached the critical point of his career.

The third qualifying session arrived on time, reaching the last phase to determine rankings, Odetto didn't let Chen Xiangbei go out last to run just one flying lap, but normally drove onto the track ready to complete two to three flying laps.

"Come on, Chen Xiangbei!"

"Get the first pole position for a Chinese driver!"

"Run a bit faster, Speed God Bei!"

An outcry rose from the stands, mixed with the roar of engines and exhausts.

On the TF110 car, Chen Xiangbei naturally could not hear these cheers.

But it didn't prevent his peripheral vision from seeing the supporters across from the pit waving red flags, and those large stretches of Chinese red on the distant stands.

"GO!"

With Odetto's final command, Chen Xiangbei floored the gas pedal, the Toyota engine revved up and let out a terrifying roar, along with the oncoming excitement and passion.

Perhaps this TF110 car was not the most optimal performing in the current F1 paddock, nor the fastest overall "Mars Rover."

But as long as he could tightly grip the steering wheel, listening to the roar of the "old partner," Chen Xiangbei could feel the power and support this speed and competition-purposed beast brought to him.

"Chen Xiangbei is out, and whether at this last crucial moment he can maintain his speed to bring the first-ever F1 pole position for Chinese racing!"

This wasn't just Sha Tong's question and expectation, but the hope in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of Chinese fans in the paddock.

But it wasn't just Chen Xiangbei who wanted this pole position.

"Hamilton, don't forget the provocation of the Chinese rookie in the last race, he can't replace you!"

"Button, bring out the momentum to fight for the pole position; you are the defending champion!"

"Alonso, you are truly the king in the paddock, speed up a bit more."

"Vettel, the precondition of becoming the new king is to defeat all opponents."

Team directives were continuously issued, applying pressure for the pole position.

Aside from results, many team managers subconsciously did not want to see the birth of a pole position by an Asian, let alone a Chinese driver.

Sixty years had passed, F1 remained an old white male's aristocratic sport, even Japanese drivers could count only as also-rans.

Now with a black Hamilton, who shut up many with his abilities, but at least he had the toughest racing household registration of the United Kingdom.

If another Chen Xiangbei were to spring up, it would likely make the two-decade rumor uttered to Nakajima Goro that Asians aren't suitable for racing thoroughly untenable.

A rookie taking pole positions in three consecutive races, a feat unrivaled in motorsport history, Chen Xiangbei was the true genius racer!

"Hamilton exploded with a lap time of 1 minute 32 seconds 114 in the first flying lap, it seems Chen Xiangbei's fastest lap from the second practice won't hold up."

"Vettel closely followed, Red Bull Racing's absolute performance exploded, with a lap time of 1 minute 32 seconds 007, proving it is still the fastest car in the paddock!"