After gritting his teeth and throwing out one word, Ji Chengling turned around and left, and dialed Zheng Lingkun's cell phone again.
The phone is connected, but can't be connected.
When I asked people in the team again, they all said that they had not seen Zheng Lingkun since noon yesterday.
The cheers of the fans and the cheering of the cheerleaders were accompanied by all kinds of noise at the scene.
Ji Chengling suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.
Just after ten o'clock, 12 cars gathered on the field.
The order of departure is determined by drawing lots at check-in.
Ji Chengling was very lucky and drew number 2.
A few dozen meters away, I could see the black racing car under the start screen.
That seems to be...W's chariot?
Ji Chengling was overjoyed.
He was also one of the drivers who lost to W in the Lucheng race four years ago.
But at that time, he didn't even have the chance to get to know W up close, let alone compare his driving skills with him.
And this time, it was the closest he was to W.
Everyone was excited and entered the pre-race state. Ji Chengling's eyes were fixed on the black racing car.
The numbers on the display began to jump, and the surrounding crowd began to shout.
The moment it returned to zero, the black racing car drove out like an arrow.
Five minutes later, Ji Chengling started to chase with full power.
Compared with the 3,000-kilometer rematch, the semi-finals were a little less difficult.
Starting from Jiangcheng to Lucheng, the total distance is 2,000 kilometers, with a stage of nearly 800 kilometers.
It wasn't until the evening that he caught up with the black racing car. The moment he overtook it, Ji Chengling's mood hit rock bottom.
Not W.
In the black racing car, Xie Chenmin glanced at the navigator's record book and said calmly: "Shen Pei, I was at the end of stage 2, and Ji Chengling passed me."
Pei Donghan's voice immediately came from the channel, "Stay away from him!"
I thought of Sister Wan's disgust for Ji Chengling, and what my teammates had said about Ji Chengling's dark history.
Xie Chenmin nodded, "I understand."
Then, with a kick of the accelerator, the car roared for several kilometers, leaving Ji Chengling far behind.
pilot:……
At the end of the second stage, while Ji Chengling was resting at the station, he called Lao Feng.
"what's the situation?"
"Brother Ling, I have W in front of me and Pei Shen behind me. I can't find any chance at all."
"What about the channel? What's going on?"
"I do not know."
The racing communicator imported from abroad has only been used for the second year.
Obviously there was no problem at all during the previous game, but when the game started this time, there was either no sound or poor signal.
You have to shout a sentence three to five times before the other party can understand it exactly.
A game would not only cost the car but also the throat. Ji Chengling really didn't expect that.
Almost from the second stage, people from the TS team have given up communicating on the channel.
So much so that I had no idea who was where and who in the other teams he saw.
This is the most frustrating game Ji Chengling has ever participated in.
Compared with Ji Chengling's depression, Xie Chenmin was in a very good mood during the three days of competition.
This is the semifinals!
Even if he stops here and returns to the imperial capital, he already has the capital to brag.
The finish line was within sight, and Xie Chenmin clenched the steering wheel excitedly.
With a kick of the accelerator, the car rushed through the flower arch.
As the on-site staff went to the lounge, two hours later, there was a knock on the door of the lounge.
The door opened, and the sound of broadcasts and cheers poured in.