"...WHAT ARE WE WITNESSING HERE IN SÃO PAULO, BRAZIL?! LUCA RENNICK IS PUTTING ON AN ABSOLUTE CLINIC AT INTERLAGOS, TEARING THROUGH THIS GRAND PRIX LIKE HE WAS BORN FOR IT...!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"
"...THE TRACK'S STILL SLICK FROM THAT EARLIER RAIN, A REAL TEST OF NERVE AND PRECISION, BUT THIS YOUNG ITALIAN MAKING IT LOOK EFFORTLESS—EVERY CORNER, EVERY APEX, HE'S THREADING THE NEEDLE WITH SURGICAL FOCUS AS HE CLIMBS THREE POSITIONS UP THE LEADERBOARD...!"
**You are the man, Luca**
**You are all green! Wonderful! Wonderful!**
[5th Position]
[4th Position]
[3rd Position]
[Downforce 1]
[Aerodynamics 1]
[Yaw Flex 1]
[Ding!]
[Level-up failed. Sync Buff currently in use]
"...Years from now, we'll be talking about this race, mark my words—Luca's got that rare spark, that raw hunger you can't teach, and he's showing the world why he's the na on everyone's lips! LUCA RENNICK IN P3...!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"
P1— Davide DiMarco
P2— Marko Ignatova
P3— Luca Rennick ↑
P4— Marcellus Rodnick ↓
P5— Antonio Luigi ↓
P6— Elias Nyström ↓
[You have 30 sec left for Sync Buff]
[63rd Lap]
Rodnick still couldn't wrap his head around how Luca had snatched P3 from him. His mind kept looping back to that sudden mont at Turn 14, a gentle kink in Interlagos' layout where the track's damp surface still tested every move.
An engineer had already warned him that Luca was charging up fast, but Rodnick had taken it as just another double overtake or triple. Double or triple overtakes were sothing any driver might pull off on a good day with the right tires and grip.
He had no clue Luca was unleashing a performance eerily like his Monaco masterclass, a level beyond normal racing.
Before Rodnick could react, a fellow Ferrari lood in his mirrors, its silver-blue livery glinting under the grey sky, distinct from Red Bull's own vivid hue of blue. For a split second, Rodnick swore he saw Marco Rossi's ghost from their old racing days when they used to drive together.
Without any real warning, Luca devoured the gap like it was nothing and swung out of Turn 14's apex, his Ferrari slicing past before Rodnick could even think to block, vanishing toward Turn 15 and chasing Marko, who was already hitting the ho straight.
Stunned, **Congrats** was all Rodnick managed over the radio, his voice flat. Luca caught it but didn't dwell cause Sync Buff's tir was ticking down fast.
[Analyzing Ferrari (JRX-92B) and host's distance from 2nd Position]
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