Chapter 213: If I can't wake up, don't hurt her
Chapter 213 If I can’t wake up, don’t hurt her
"What's wrong with him? Why didn't he overtake? There was such a good opportunity just now." Zhang Qiang asked.
Gu Ci frowned, "DRS has failed."
Zhou Jinjin likes to watch racing, but he doesn’t know much about professional things. Gu Ci did some research, and Zhou Jinjin was furious, “The Ferrari must have crashed just now.”
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Several racers came into the pit, changed to soft tires one after another, and perhaps adjusted the DRS. Lu Zhiyuan soon reached fourth place. However, after three rounds, his DRS failed again, and he was flanked by three racers. Unable to overtake, he could only wait for the opportunity. In the camera, he cursed, but his movements were very calm and calm.
The four racers competed fiercely, but what was even more damaging was that Taixi, who was in first place, quickly moved forward, five seconds ahead of the second place, and the second and third place were responsible for intercepting Lu Zhiyuan.
“What a dog!”
“Ferrari will lose face for the sake of the championship!”
“After all, this is the year they have the best chance of winning the championship, what a piece of shit!”
Zhou Jinjin was already swearing, and Chen Fei was dumbfounded. Although Zhou Jinjin had a bad temper, it was the first time he had cursed like this. He wanted to rush over and punch the racing drivers.
At the corner on lap 53, the DRS system, which had always been like a six-pulse sword, suddenly improved. Lu Zhiyuan relied on his excellent skills to break out of the encirclement between the two and came to second place.
"Wow…"
“As expected of Lu Zhiyuan!”
The whole place was cheering, exciting and thrilling. Gu Ci jumped up with a roar, clapped her hands with Zhou Jinjin in excitement, and beamed. This is the charm of racing, speed and passion, always boosting the adrenalin level.
At the exit of the station on lap 60, Lu Zhiyuan was only 3 seconds behind Taixi. The two were very tight, and no one could compete with them for the championship. The atmosphere was intense. In the cold weather of the first snow, the passionate voices of the audience shook the sky.
67 laps, there are only two laps left, and the race is about to be completed. Everyone’s heartbeats are closely related to the competition between Lu Zhiyuan and Taixi, “Lu Zhiyuan, come on!”
Gu Ci also shouted excitedly along with Zhou Jinjin. In the last two laps, the competition between the two became more intense, even to the point of life and death. After the curve in the last lap, Lu Zhiyuan and Taixi were only half a car body apart.
Lu Zhiyuan stared ahead, with only one belief!
Gu Ci was watching him, racing. Gu Ci said that she would go home with him after the game. She chose him. He wanted to give this championship trophy to Gu Ci. He wanted to propose in front of the audience all over the world. !
He wants to win!
Having faith in your heart is like having superpowers.
A strong wind blew, and snowflakes fell. Taixi looked at the racing car beside him, gritted his teeth, and slightly leaned toward Lu Zhiyuan to touch his tires. However, Lu Zhiyuan rode Juechen and passed him, pouring at high speed. The car body itself was very thin. , Taixi's miscalculated car drifted off the track, hit the guardrail, and turned upside down.
“Wow...this is not a violation of regulations by Lu Zhiyuan.”
“He touches porcelain.” Gu Ci said with a chuckle.
Lu Zhiyuan rode a superb ride and crossed the finish line, once again confirming his status as the king and winning the F1 annual championship for four consecutive years.
“Damn it, Lu Zhiyuan, you’re awesome!”
“Awesome!!” Gu Ci and Zhou Jinjin jumped up and cheered excitedly.
Their excitement and agitation were in sharp contrast to Jiang Junlin's indifference!
Excited and stimulated, she could only feel the adrenaline soaring continuously. She was in the stands, watching her sweetheart win the global championship. However, Gu Ci soon discovered something unusual. After Lu Zhiyuan crossed the finish line, the car did not stop and rushed out of control towards the auditorium. The audience screamed and everyone fled.
The third master said in a deep voice in Lu Zhiyuan's mind, "Don't turn the steering wheel, you still have a chance to survive!" Lu Zhiyuan looked ahead and saw the audience escaping everywhere. How many people would it take to replace his chance of survival? Lu Zhiyuan's eyes were slightly red and he turned his head to look in Gu Ci's direction.
The whole process was very short, only three seconds, but within three seconds, Lu Zhiyuan had made a decision.
He turned the steering wheel sharply to avoid hitting the crowd.
"Lu Zhiyuan, if you lose consciousness, you may never wake up and never see her again." The third master's voice sounded in his mind.
Lu Zhiyuan said hoarsely, "If I can't wake up, don't hurt her."
The F1 car is very light and rotates greatly. The car instantly floats and rolls continuously on the ground. Both tires and the rear wing are almost completely separated, and they roll down on the runway.
The sports car seemed to be disintegrating, falling into pieces, and Lu Zhiyuan was thrown out of the car.
After three seconds of silence, the audience erupted into frightened screams.
Lu Zhiyuan fell on the icy track. His vision was blurred, and moist blood fell into his eyes. Lu Zhiyuan was unconscious. It was such a pity that he could not go home with Xiaoci.
He touched the track under him with nostalgia, but was unwilling to do so and fell into a coma.
It would be great if... I could see Gu Ci again!
Ji Huan was leaning lazily, hooking Jiang Junlin's fingers in a sitting position, teasing Young Master Jiang, but the first second after Lu Zhiyuan's racing accident, he quickly stood up and left the stands.
Gu Ci's blood was cold all over, and the world was spinning. It seemed like a similar parting, and despair came over her. She watched dumbfounded as the medical team rushed towards Lu Zhiyuan.
Jiang Junlin looked at his back indifferently as he left in a hurry, almost confirming his guess that Lu Zhiyuan was Black Eagle's third master, third young master... third master.
How well hidden!
There was a cold expression on his lips, but when he saw Gu Ci kneeling on one knee in the stands, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the notice board red, Jiang Junlin's expression changed, "Xiao Ci!"
"Mom!" Gu Ziyu's voice broke in fear. One child and one child quickly came to Gu Ci's side. Jiang Junlin held Gu Ci's waist with one hand and held her in his arms. She was covered in cold sweat, weak and trembling, but Didn't lose consciousness.
“Xiao Ci!” Zhou Jinjin was also surprised.
There was a double image in front of Gu Ci's eyes. The scene of the car accident in her previous life overlapped with the scene in front of her. The broken images impacted her weak nerves. Her emotions were ups and downs, and her blood was rising again, and blood kept flowing out from the corners of her mouth.
"I'm fine..." Gu Ci put one hand on the ground and was supported by Jiang Junlin with the other. She swallowed the blood that spilled out.
"Xiao Ci, don't be too sad or happy." Jiang Junlin held her back and said in a deep voice, "I will take you to the hospital."
“No, I want to go see him!”
Gu Ci struggled to get up. She had been knocked down by tragedy once before. Gu Ci looked down at Gu Ziyu's young face and wiped the blood from the corners of her lips, "I will never make the same mistake again!"
This was the most serious accident in Lu Zhiyuan's sports career. His helmet was shattered, his forehead had a big hole, and blood was flowing everywhere. When the medical team checked the injury, he had lost consciousness, his right hand was fractured, and he briefly lost consciousness. Breathing, the medical team continued to provide first aid, and the ambulance was already at the scene. It came very quickly and sent him to the hospital.
(End of this chapter)