Wu Shi slept soundly that night. He wasn't sure if it was because he was tired from driving over twenty laps in an F1 car, or because the heavy burden on his heart had finally been lifted.
That was just his personality. He would get nervous before a race, but once he was on the track, that tension seemed to be instantly devoured by a desire to push beyond his limits. It always made him drive with incredible desperation on the track.
And after the race was over, he would accept the result, no matter what it was. He had already done everything he could, so there was no point in getting stuck dwelling on past results—whether they were brilliant or humiliating, they were all in the past for him.
Wu Shi woke up on the morning of the 20th.
The third practice session and qualifying were both scheduled for the evening. He would have had some free time to wander around the country known as the Garden City.
