With 42 laps left in the race, Hamilton entered the pit lane.
"What tires is he going to switch to?!"
Wu Shi was excited. Nobody else on the track had made a move yet, but the racing line was already mostly dry. Running on wet tires would cause them to overheat easily.
The car pulled in, but the mechanics didn't move to change the tires. Instead, they grabbed a hose and stuck it into the top of the car's sidepod...
"Holy shit, they're refueling!"
Seeing this, Wu Shi exclaimed that he'd never seen anything like it.
By the time he was involved in F1, refueling had been banned for ages. This rare sight was fascinating to him.
"They've issued a typhoon warning," Wu Zhenlin said, pulling out his phone.
"Typhoon Rosa?" Wu Shi asked.
Before coming to Shanghai, he'd heard a typhoon was on its way. It had almost delayed his flight.
As they were talking, an all-red F1 car entered the pit lane. It was Massa.
