"That's right, Chen Xiangbei is no weakling; he's also China's talented driver!"
"Chen Xiangbei got into F1 after just a few races; is it really worse than Raikkonen's 'triple jump'?"
"Go, Chen Xiangbei!"
Influenced by James's words, the support from Chinese fans rose from various stands.
Chen Xiangbei was never weak, so why was he always placed in the position of a weakling?
Why couldn't he be considered on par with Raikkonen, must he be unbeatable?
Yet these scattered shouts were drowned out in the paddock's varied, noisy discussions.
Chen Xiangbei drove the TF110 car back to the team's pit and when he walked out of the cockpit and took off his helmet, he felt like he had just been through a sauna, with visible beads of sweat on his hair.
He immediately unzipped his racing suit for ventilation and tied it around his waist as he approached the control desk, with Sawano Hiroyuki and other strategy group members offering their congratulations.
