Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot

Chapter 213: If I Don’t Wake Up, Don’t Hurt Her

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“He’s in trouble? Why isn’t he overtaking? There was such a good opportunity just now,” Zhang Qiang asked.

Gu Ci frowned, “The DRS isn’t working.”

Zhou Jinjin loved watching racing but didn’t understand the technical details. Gu Ci explained, and Zhou Jinjin became irritable, “It must be because Ferrari just crashed it.”

“They’re heading into the pit,”

Several drivers entered the pit, gradually changing to soft tires, maybe adjusting the DRS as well. Lu Zhiyuan quickly moved up to fourth place. However, after three laps, his DRS malfunctioned again, and he was sandwiched by three other drivers, making it impossible to overtake. He had to wait for the right moment. On camera, he muttered a curse, but his movements remained steady and calm.

The battle for the fourth position was intense, but what hurt more was that the leader, Taixi, was pulling ahead of the second-place driver by five seconds. The second and third-place drivers were responsible for blocking Lu Zhiyuan.

“This is unbelievable!”

“Ferrari is willing to sacrifice anything for the championship!”

“After all, this is their most hopeful year for the championship, those guys!”

Zhou Jinjin was cursing, and Chen Fei was in shock. Although Zhou Jinjin had a bad temper, this was the first time she had used such strong language. She wanted to run over and punch those drivers.

On lap 53, at a bend, the DRS system, which had been malfunctioning like a masterstroke, suddenly started working again. Lu Zhiyuan, relying on his outstanding skills, broke free from the two drivers surrounding him and moved up to second place.

“Wow…”

“It’s no wonder it’s Lu Zhiyuan!”

The cheers filled the arena, thrilling and thrilling. Gu Ci shouted with excitement, clapping along with Zhou Jinjin. This was the charm of racing, speed, and passion, always surging.

On lap 60, when they exited the pit, Lu Zhiyuan was only three seconds behind Taixi. The two were in a tight battle, and no one else could compete for the championship. The atmosphere was scorching, and in the cold of the first snow, the passionate voices of the spectators resonated in the sky.

On lap 67, with only two laps left, the race was about to end. Everyone’s heartbeats were hanging by a thread. “Lu Zhiyuan, go for it!”

Gu Ci also shouted excitedly along with Zhou Jinjin. The contrast between their excitement and Jiang Junlin’s indifference was stark.

Excitement, thrills, she felt a continuous surge of adrenaline. She watched from the stands as her beloved won the global championship.

Gu Ci watched him, the race, and she had said it: after the race, she would go home with him. She had chosen him, and he was determined to dedicate the championship trophy to Gu Ci. He wanted to propose in front of the entire world audience!

He had to win!

With unwavering determination in his heart, it was as if he had superpowers.

A strong gust of wind blew, and snowflakes fluttered down. Taixi looked at the side of his car, clenched his teeth, and tried to slightly nudge Lu Zhiyuan’s tires. However, Lu Zhiyuan left him in the dust, surpassing him. In the high-speed chase, Taixi’s car, already quite fragile, couldn’t handle the maneuver. It drifted out of the track, crashed into the guardrail, and flipped over.

“Wow… This doesn’t look like a violation by Lu Zhiyuan.”

“He bumped into him,” Gu Ci chuckled.

Lu Zhiyuan pulled ahead, crossing the finish line, once again confirming his status as the reigning Fl World Champion for the fourth consecutive year. “Wow, Lu Zhiyuan, amazing!”

“Incredible!” Gu Ci and Zhou Jinjin jumped up excitedly and cheered.

Their excitement, thrill, and Jiang Junlin’s indifference formed a stark contrast!

Excitement, adrenaline pumping, all she could feel was the rush. She was in the stands, watching her beloved win the global championship. However, Gu Ci quickly noticed something was amiss. After crossing the finish line, Lu Zhiyuan’s car didn’t stop; it went out of control and headed straight for the spectators’ stands. The stands erupted in screams as people scrambled to get out of the way.

Third Master’s voice echoed in Lu Zhiyuan’s mind, “Don’t turn the steering wheel; you still have a chance!”

Lu Zhiyuan stared ahead at the fleeing spectators. How many lives would he need to trade for this chance? Lu Zhiyuan’s eyes turned slightly red as he glanced in Gu Ci’s direction.

The entire process was very short, lasting only three seconds, but within those three seconds, Lu Zhiyuan made a decision.

He violently turned the steering wheel to avoid hitting the crowd.

“Lu Zhiyuan, if you lose consciousness, you may never wake up again, and you may never see her again,” Third Master’s voice echoed in his mind.

In a hoarse voice, Lu Zhiyuan said, “If 1 don’t wake up, don’t hurt her.”

The Fl car was extremely light, and with a wide swing, it lifted off the ground, tumbling continuously on the track. Two tires and the rear wing were almost completely shattered, scattered across the track.

The racing car seemed to disintegrate, falling apart in pieces, and Lu Zhiyuan was thrown out of the car.

The entire audience fell into a stunned silence for three seconds before erupting into horrified screams.

Lu Zhiyuan lay on the icy track, his vision blurred, and wet blood dripped into his eyes. His consciousness grew heavy, and it was a great pity. He wouldn’t be able to go home with Cici.

He lovingly touched the track beneath him but couldn’t accept it. He fell unconsciousness.

If… he could just see Gu Ci one more time!

Ji Chi had initially been lounging lazily, sitting casually and playfully holding Jiang Junlin’s finger, teasing the young master Jiang. However, the moment Lu Zhiyuan had his racing accident, he quickly got up and left the stands.

Gu Ci felt her blood run cold, her world spinning, a sense of impending despair washing over her. She stared in shock as the medical team rushed towards Lu Zhiyuan.

Jiang Junlin watched his hurried departure with an icy demeanor, almost confirming his suspicion – Lu Zhiyuan was indeed the third master of Black Hawk, the Third Young Master.

He hid it really well!

A cold, grim smile played at the corner of his lips. However, he noticed Gu Ci kneeling on one knee in the stands, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood, staining the signboard in front of her. Jiang Junlin’s expression changed. “Cici!” “Mom!” Gu Ziyu cried out in terrified high-pitched tones. The mother and son quickly reached Gu Ci. Jiang Junlin supported Gu Ci’s waist with one hand and held her close to his chest. She was drenched in cold sweat, weak, and trembling, but she had not lost consciousness.

“Cici!” Zhou Jinjin was also taken aback.

Gu Ci’s vision blurred, and the scene of her last life’s car accident overlapped with the one before her now. The shattered images, crashing into her weakened nerves, caused her emotions to fluctuate wildly. Once again, blood surged, and fresh blood oozed from her mouth.

“I’m fine…” Gu Ci propped herself up with one hand on the ground while Jiang Junlin supported her with the other. She swallowed the blood that had spilled from her lips.

“Cici, don’t get too upset.” Jiang Junlin pressed on her back, his voice deep. “I’ll 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, and she looked down at the young and tender face of Gu Ziyu. She wiped away the blood from the corner of her lips. “I absolutely won’t fall into despair again!”

This was the most serious accident in Lu Zhiyuan’s sporting career. Even his helmet had been shattered, and he had a gaping wound on his forehead, blood flowing profusely. When the medical team assessed his injuries, he had already lost consciousness. His right hand was broken, and he had briefly stopped breathing. The medical team administered emergency treatment, and the ambulance was already on the scene, arriving exceptionally quickly to rush him to the hospital..