At ten o'clock, the race started. After the warm-up, the track became lively and the auditorium also became lively. Zhou Jinjin also screamed and called Lu Zhiyuan's name.
Ji Xuan poured a glass of wine and touched his ears, "Zhou Jinjin, let me give you a horn."
"I want you to take care of it!" Zhou Jinjin Du Wei stood up and ignored everyone, not even the handsome guy. She jumped up and down, all with her screams. The VIP seats were all rich women, all die-hard fans. Some people shouted louder than
Zhou Jinjin even louder, a group of girls screamed like crazy.
Lu Zhiyuan succeeded in overtaking in all straights and corners, and got stuck in the middle from the starting position. Driver 22 quickly completed the first 15 minutes, eliminating six drivers, and Lu Zhiyuan ranked eleventh.
The timer is reset to zero after a five-minute rest.
16 cars took to the track in sequence and competed again. The drivers chased each other. The competition for the top five was very fierce. Lu Zhiyuan was still stuck in the middle, and Zhou Jinjin was dumbfounded.
"Come on, overtake, don't be afraid, catch up, ah, damn it, illegal overtaking on No. 14, this is not a yellow card, referee, are you blind? Ahhhhh, this idiot blocked my husband from overtaking again, damn it
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Ji Xun was drinking, and was stunned when Zhou Jinjin said that her husband was shocked and lost her temper. He spurted out all the red wine.
Who do you call husband?
Chen Rushi also seemed surprised. Zhou Jinjin called Lu Zhiyuan her husband? Although these two people are Chinese, they grew up in Europe and the United States. They do not surf and do not understand domestic culture.
"Damn it, Xiaoci, look, that idiot is blocking my husband again, and I'm so angry. Who is this idiot? He's from the Ferrari team, haha... F1 killer, no wonder, Lu Zhiyuan, you must slap him in the face!"
The fifteen minutes of the second stage ended quickly, and 6 more people were eliminated, leaving only ten people. Then came the 20-minute race of the third stage, which was also the starting order in the main race. Everyone had to compete for ranking.
No. 14 and Max both advanced to the third round.
Lu Zhiyuan covered his lower abdomen. He didn't exert much force in the first half, and the wound tore open, causing severe pain. The qualifying round was over, and tomorrow was the race. Lu Zhiyuan looked at the VIP stands.
Gu Ci sat in the stands and looked at him intently.
Lu Zhiyuan took a deep breath while the staff were changing tires and checking the car. During the break, fans enthusiastically shouted the names of their favorite drivers, and Lu Zhiyuan's name was the loudest.
"Lu Zhiyuan's condition is not good." Chen Rushi drank red wine calmly, "I can't get first place in qualifying."
Zhou Jinjin and Gu Ci both looked over, Zhou Jinjin put his hands on his hips, "We haven't competed in the third stage yet, how do you know he won't get the first place? The reason why he ran slowly today is because he was affected by a car accident and he was injured.
Conserving strength!"
"..." Before the little girl pointed at her nose and yelled at her, Chen Rushi looked at her gently and said, "That makes sense."
Ji Xun applauded her and gave her a thumbs up. Gu Ci remained silent, still looking in the direction of Lu Zhiyuan. She remembered Lu Zhiyuan's words.
He said, Gu Ci, I will win.
In the third stage, the game begins.
Lu Zhiyuan was ready to start, but this time his position was particularly bad. He was caught in the middle. At the beginning of the sprint, everyone was running on a fixed track. The Ferrari driver was in front of Lu Zhiyuan and behind Lu Zhiyuan's position.
"Did this idiot do it on purpose? Did he do it on purpose~" Zhou Jinjin was angry, "Referee, are you dead?"
When Lu Zhiyuan overtook, he did not give way. Fortunately, Lu Zhiyuan was experienced and held his own when passing the curve. Another person was about to rush out of the track. At the tenth minute, Lu Zhiyuan found the right opportunity and overtook from the outside circle.
It is one of the most difficult overtakings. With his excellent skills and psychological quality, he squeezed the Ferrari driver off the track. The driver wanted to deliberately not stop. Lu Zhiyuan accelerated and avoided his angle. The Ferrari driver suddenly rushed out of the track.
, hit the guardrail, and the medical team rushed to check his status.
"Beautiful!" Zhou Jinjin jumped up and screamed!
There was also a burst of sharp cheers from the stands. This overtaking was so beautiful that it attracted cheers and shouts.
After Lu Zhiyuan overtook, he was in third place, which was almost the same as second place. The first place was still the Ferrari driver. The two of them were cooperating and deliberately blocked Lu Zhiyuan. Max became fourth and was responsible for blocking Lu Zhiyuan.
The driver who wants to overtake Lu Zhiyuan is behind.
Gu Ci was also excited to watch. This was her first time watching Lu Zhiyuan's qualifying race. She had never watched it with Zhou Jinjin before. She had also learned racing in her previous life and knew how dangerous Lu Zhiyuan was just now.
, he is about to overturn.
Big heart player!
Zhou Jinjin said proudly, "As expected of you, keep on, keep on!"
"You don't have to take first place. Tomorrow is the race." Although Gu Ci is nervous, she is very rational. The person in the car is Master San. He is more rational than her and knows how to make choices.
Qualifying is just a fight for the starting order, and the third place already has a good order, so he should preserve his strength.
Chen Rushi asked, "Xiao Ci, do you think Lu Zhiyuan will retain his strength?"
"Yeah!" Gu Ci nodded, "He can."
If it were her Lu Zhiyuan, otherwise he would be like a peacock, knowing that she was in the stands and watching him all the time, even if he was stabbed twice in the ribs, he would show off his speed and charm to the extreme.
However, that was the Third Master!
The third master is sensible and indifferent, and does not need to spread his wings. His coldness is in sharp contrast with Lu Zhiyuan's enthusiasm.
Chen Rushi turned his finger and said with a chuckle, "He surpassed all the way and changed my opinion. I guess he can take first place."
While several people were talking, Lu Zhiyuan had passed beautifully from the inside and was in second place. With three minutes left before the end of the game, Lu Zhiyuan continued to accelerate with his superior skills.
Gu Ci stood up, in disbelief. Is he crazy?
She put her hands on the guardrail and listened to the screams from all over the field. She only had one thought, was he in pain? Playing with an injury, and on such a fierce track, sprinting with all his strength, his injury must be aggravated.
Zhou Jinjin was hoarse from shouting. He was the craziest fan and wanted to use a loudspeaker to shout to Lu Zhiyuan to cheer up. Chen Rushi was drinking red wine, but his eyes fell on Gu Ci.
The excitement of the racing track was incompatible with Gu Ci, who was as cold as snow. She was like snow standing in a ball of fire, abrupt and fragile. Chen Rushi licked the tips of his teeth.
Suddenly there was a desire.
If her eyes like this fell on him...this thought together gave him an unexpected and unfamiliar impulse.
"Lu Zhiyuan, stop speeding up." Gu Ci muttered to herself.
The atmosphere on the field has reached fever pitch, whether it is the shouts of the fans, the excited cheers on the TV broadcast, or the racers Lu Zhiyuan and Ferrari competing for first place on the track.
Lu Zhiyuan struggled to catch up, and the finish line was close at hand. With one minute left, just when the fans of the Ferrari team felt that they had a chance to win and Lu Zhiyuan, who was injured, would not try his best to overtake, Lu Zhiyuan relied on his excellent skills in the last ten seconds.
and heart, surpassing him by half a car and crossing the finish line.
