My Formula 1 System

Luca spent the day immersed in gaming at Ansel's home as if their life depended on it. Laura ensured the pair stayed fueled, continually bringing them snacks as the hours ticked by and the pasta salad disappeared.

Just like Luca had anticipated, his gaming skills far outmatched Ansel's. Whether it was racing or shooting games, Luca swept through each round with ease, leaving Ansel in a consistent state of defeat. By the time evening arrived, Ansel had lost their bet entirely, much to Luca's amusement.

When the sun dipped below the horizon, Ansel suggested Luca stay the night. Although tempted, Luca declined. He valued his routines and had responsibilities to address, particularly the looming Daily Quest he was still yet to get its notification.

Despite being visibly tired, Ansel managed to drive Luca back to Trampos's headquarters. The city's nightscape blurred past them as the car weaved through its streets. Upon arrival, Luca exited, giving Ansel a casual wave goodbye. He made his way through the secure compound, greeted by patrolling guards, and climbed up to his private quarters.

Once inside, Luca quickly got to work. The day's Daily Quest involved a very easy task and it was mere wall push-ups. Within minutes, the notification appeared:

[Congratulations! Daily Quest Completed!]

Satisfied, Luca headed to the bathroom for a refreshing shower. Dinner was next: a carefully crafted plate featuring grilled salmon marinated in olive oil, paired with fluffy quinoa. Roasted zucchini, carrots, and bell peppers completed the meal. The delicious aroma filled the room as Luca ate, reflecting on the day.

He briefly considered resuming his training regimen by watching a race before bed. However, his eyes still felt strained from hours of gaming. Deciding against further screen time, Luca opted to retire early, letting his body and mind recharge for the challenges of the next day.

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The following day held as much energy and action as its predecessor. Trampos Headquarters bustled with activity as everyone returned to their routines, all eyes on the results from Bahrain's preparations. Luca completed his tasks with Amir, skillfully balancing his Daily Routine with simulator sessions to hone his skills.

By the time Luca finished his morning, Ansel and Haas had wrapped up their sessions as well. The trio took to the track, pushing the limits of their cars with undirected laps and swerves and acting as opponents for Luca's Racecraft programme.

Later in the day, the team gathered for a long-anticipated interview with the official Federation's press. The atmosphere in the venue was lively, filled with the sound of clicking cameras and murmured conversations as journalists jockeyed for position. Mr. Grant dominated the discussion, confidently addressing questions about the recent results from Baku, and how the team would tackle and remedy the drop in points. He assured the press that Trampos Racing was poised to reclaim its standings, declaring with conviction, "This is our year to win the championship."

Ansel and Haas chimed in during the interview, sharing their perspectives on team dynamics and race strategies with Bahrain's Grand Prix in sight. Luca remained in the background, not part of the main interview that was held at the table, but a few questions were thrown at him and Mr. Moritz in the other room.

Fans were present in the venue, and their presence surely depicted that their teams were in attendance. Two other German teams in F2 had attended the day's meeting in Kreuzberg, the venue hosted in the Tempodrom. Trampos Racing were obliged to meet up with them and foster that comradeship amongst themselves. Luca was glad that the other teams were bottom table teams, meaning Trampos Racing were basically the pride of Germany in F2, and maybe in all divisions. Luca wasn't sure if he could even recall a German F1 team.

The interview came to an end, and the teams began to leave the lobby. The fans outside waved eagerly to get glimpses of Luca and Ansel, red, black and white crowding the area. Luca couldn't believe this many people actually turned out to see them, and also spent their weekends on race weeks watching motorsport.

Ansel took the lead and acknowledged the fans in a casual but firm manner, humbly taking pictures with them and signing autographs. Luca followed suit, many younger fans rushing to him. Fortunately, the barricade and the security did a good job to prevent direct physical contact with Luca.

"Would you race next Saturday?!" One young girl asked as Luca ducked in for a selfie. She was blonde with a red Trampos bow on her head, a red t-shirt that clearly brandished Luca's Dallara with his 21.

"No, I'm afraid not," Luca replied with a soft smile. "Would you like me to race?"

"Ja!" Another boy screamed with enthusiasm.

"Don't worry, this is all for the team. I'll race in the next round after that. Make sure you'll be there, okay?" Luca said, waving to others behind the kids. "Where'd it be hosted? I hope it isn't far, I would like to see your faces in the stands."

"In London," a young teenager said with a shrug, and others confirmed. "It isn't that far."

London? Luca asked inwardly, the name of the familiar city resonating within him like an echo. Luca grimaced and blinked while nodding thoughtfully. "That's perfect," he finally muttered as he took more pictures with them, greeting people of varying ages.

The British Grand Prix is right after Bahrain's?! That's wonderful! Luca had no idea this was what the season's calendar had for him. The thought of having the chance to meet his mother and sister instantly dawned on him, and Luca couldn't hold back his excitement, channeling his smile to the fans.

After a while of mingling with the fans, Luca finally noticed Ansel folding his arms with a look of impatience etched on his face. The rest of the team stood nearby, glancing at their watches and shifting from foot to foot, clearly ready to get back to their preparations and schedule. Luca had to cease the glory and return to the team. Cheers filled the air, the fans waving them goodbye as they boarded the bus.

"You're having fun with your little fan club?" Ansel sneered. "They got too fond of you so quickly."

Luca grinned as he settled into his seat, the bus rumbling with life with their HQ their destination once again. Resuming the week's heavy schedule was the major objective. "I think so. I was just soaking in the moment," he replied, glancing at the window where the people were still standing, watching them leave. "You won't believe where we have next."

"The UK?" Ansel said. "I remember you saying you'd lived there..."

"Yup!" Luca responded, his excitement bubbling up. "I might get to see my mother again."

Ansel nodded softly, shifting his concentration to his phone. Luca followed suit and had to pull out his own phone from his pocket, the stagger of the bus making the action quite difficult.

Finally unveiling the device, Luca wanted to check for the details himself to be truly sure England was their next destination after Bahrain. Opening the F1 application, there were the details he was searching for.

British Grand Prix

Location: London, England

Date: May 10

Track: Stadhaven Circuit

Luca's heart skipped a beat. Stadhaven Circuit?! The very same circuit where it all started for him? It would host the sixth round of the championship!

Luca's eyes remained wide open as he slowly pressed the power button, and the screen flickered off, revealing his surprised reflection.

He would finally be behind the wheel for an F2 race, and Stadhaven would be the circuit hosting that race. He calmly digested the surreal information, knowing nothing was as better as the fact that he would lay eyes on his mother and sister again.

Luca changed his surprise to a smile, his mind reeling as the bus came to a stop in the HQ and the team disembarked. This would surely mean that his mother would get to watch him race in Stadhaven, further giving him the drive to win!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

But first, Bahrain was in sight, and the team had a hurdle to overcome. Trampos Racing went to work for the mere 2 hours left for the day, yet it was enough to cover significant ground.

[Ding!] went Luca's System after another day, rewarding him with [Strength +1], taking that attribute to 17. Now, Luca's Attributes had garnered these values.

[Strength: 17

Stamina: 22

Endurance: 22

Agility: 18

Intelligence: 18 ]

He believed there was still work to be done before he entered the main division, Formula 1, where the competition was much more difficult than Formula 2.

The fifth round of the championship came around, and the team boarded their equipment, vehicles and personnel to the country of Bahrain. The small island country in the Persian Gulf, didn't really have a rich history for motorsport. The Bahrain International Circuit was just constructed some years back, and the nation was slowly becoming a permanent entity for motosport.

Luca found the country strikingly similar to Dubai, perhaps due to its Arabian nature and modernity. In the capital of Manama, the team had access to a remarkable training facility that boasted state-of-the-art equipment. Mr. Grant made excellent use of these resources, emphasizing all attributes during their practice sessions.

The host racetrack had high-speed straights and challenging corners, Ansel and Haas had been informed beforehand, and their drills were meticulously designed to help them acclimate to the circuit's demands. They focused on honing their braking techniques and perfecting their cornering strategies, all while monitoring telemetry data to fine-tune their performance. Each session came with daunting press interviews afterwards as the team and other teams sharpened themselves for Saturday.