The Grand Prix was over, like the curtain falling on a magnificent party.
All good things must come to an end, and returning to normal life after the revelry always brought a bit of monotony and a sense of emptiness.
This was how Wu Shi felt sitting in his classroom. People only feel this way when they're bored, or after a period of indulgence.
On the very night of the Grand Prix, Zhi Shiwei's report had already been published.
The article used phrases like "a once-in-a-century genius from Hua Country," "lavished with the highest praise by F1 drivers," and "expected to become Hua Country's first F1 driver."
It was a good thing Hamilton wasn't a Seven-Time Champion yet, or the article's wording would have probably been even more exaggerated.
Of course, because racing culture was still niche, absolutely no one in his class had seen the news article.
Wu Shi remained an invisible nobody in his class. Lost in his philosophical musings, the weekend arrived quickly.
