"What happened to him? Why didn't he overtake? It 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 understand professional stuff very well. Gu Ci did some science research, and Zhou Jinjin got angry and said, “The Ferrari must have crashed just now.”
“Coming in”
Several racers came into the pit, changed soft tires one after another, and perhaps adjusted the DRS. Lu Zhiyuan quickly 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 actions were very calm and calm.
The competition among the four racers was particularly fierce, 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 is willing to sacrifice its face for the sake of the championship!"
"After all, this is the year they have the best chance of winning the championship, you piece of shit!"
Zhou Jinjin was already swearing, and Chen Fei was dumbfounded. Although Zhou Jinjin had a bad temper, this was the first time he had cursed like this, and he wanted to rush over and punch those racing drivers.
At the corner on lap 53, the DRS system, which had always been like a six-veined sword, suddenly improved. Lu Zhiyuan relied on his excellent skills to break out of the encirclement between the two and come to second place.
"Wow……"
"As expected of Lu Zhiyuan!"
The crowd cheered, 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.
When he came out of the pits on lap 60, Lu Zhiyuan was only 3 seconds behind Taixi. The two were very close, and no one could compete with them for the championship. The atmosphere became intense. In the cold weather of the first snow, the passionate voices of the audience shocked the sky.
After 67 laps, there were only two laps left, and the race was about to be completed. Everyone’s heartbeats were racing with 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!
With faith in your heart, people are 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 overtook him and passed him at high speed. The car body itself was very thin.
, Taixi's car failed to calculate and drifted off the track, hit the guardrail, and turned upside down.
"Wow... This isn't Lu Zhiyuan's violation of regulations."
"He touches porcelain." Gu Ci said with a chuckle.
Lu Zhiyuan made an outstanding performance 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 excitement were in sharp contrast to Jiang Junlin's indifference!
Excited and stimulated, she only felt the adrenaline constantly soaring. She was in the stands, watching her sweetheart win the global championship. However, Gu Ci soon discovered something unusual. Lu Zhiyuan, who crossed the finish line, was racing.
Without stopping, he rushed towards the auditorium uncontrollably. The audience screamed and everyone ran away.
The third master said in a deep voice in Lu Zhiyuan's mind, "Don't turn the steering wheel, you will still have a chance to survive!"
Lu Zhiyuan looked at the audience in front of him, who were escaping everywhere. How many people would it take to give him a chance to survive? Lu Zhiyuan's eyes were reddish, 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 rang in his mind.
Lu Zhiyuan said hoarsely, "If I can't wake up, don't hurt her."
The F1 car was very light and rotated greatly. The car floated instantly and rolled continuously on the ground. Both tires and the rear wing were almost completely separated and rolled onto 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 blurry, and wet 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 Xuan was leaning lazily, hooking Jiang Junlin's fingers while sitting still, 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 her body, and the world was spinning. She felt like she had seen a similar parting before, and despair struck her. She watched dumbfounded as the medical team rushed towards Lu Zhiyuan.
Jiang Junlin looked at his hurried away figure indifferently, almost confirming his guess that Lu Zhiyuan was Black Eagle's third master, third young master... third master.
So well hidden!
There was a cold expression on his lips, but when he saw Gu Ci kneeling on one knee in the stands, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the notice board red, Jiang Junlin's expression changed, "Xiao Ci!"
"Mom!" Gu Ziyu broke into a frightened voice. 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 up and down, and her energy and blood were 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 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.
