Chapter 202

Jing Yi looked at her silent phone and muttered to herself in a low voice, "I told you not to come, but you can't even send a message, can you?"

"Yiyi."

Jing Yi quickly put her phone away and smiled at the person approaching.

"Big Brother."

Jing Zeyou noticed Jing Yi's evasive action but smiled without pointing it out. "The coach is asking you to get ready." Jing Yi nodded hurriedly, "Okay, I'm on it!"

Jing Zeyou watched her retreating figure, his eyes filled with worry. Was his non-involvement really the right choice?

It was impossible for Jing Zeyou to have foreseen the current situation between Jing Yi and Shen Huaichu, but it was indeed a concern of his.

Jing Zeyou had thoroughly investigated the car accident Shen Huaichu was involved in years ago, along with his recent circumstances. To be honest, the situation was far from optimistic, especially since Jing Yi was a race car driver.

Jing Zeyou couldn't help but sigh and followed her with measured steps.

At the Shanchi Racing Track, the noisy stands were packed with people, clearly showing great interest in this public race, or perhaps in Jing Yi, who had won the station championship.

It was just an exhibition race, and Jing Yi hadn't planned to show off. A simple appearance would have been enough, but then she spotted a familiar face.

Song Yuanye? Even after all that exposure, does this guy still dare to show up?

Jing Yi frowned slightly, somewhat surprised to see him here.

Recalling the hot search situation Shen Xi had mentioned to her earlier, Jing Yi couldn't help but complain, the entertainment industry really doesn't discriminate against anything.

On the other side, Song Yuanye had also been looking for Jing Yi.

He walked over, his lips curling slightly, "Long time no see, Miss Jing." The smile didn't reach his eyes.

Jing Yi looked at him, her gaze scrutinizing, "Mr. Song, what a coincidence." Song Yuanye's eyes hid a deep resentment, "It really is a coincidence. I mentioned before that I wanted to compete with Miss Jing, and now I've found my chance, haven't I?"

Jing Yi chuckled lightly, her eyes carrying a hint of mockery, "Compete? You mean in the exhibition race? Mr. Song certainly has high aspirations."

If he could appear in the Super Cup, Jing Yi would at least consider him a man, but now he was talking about competing in a public race?

Song Yuanye clenched his fists, his eyes filled with fury.

Laugh all you want, it doesn't matter. Whether it's an exhibition race or not, as long as he can beat Jing Yi, he can reclaim his spot at the top!

Song Yuanye thought almost obsessively.

A few minutes later, Jing Yi looked at the list and smiled. Although she didn't know how Song Yuanye managed it, her opponent was indeed Song Yuanye.

Perfect, she was in a very bad mood right now, and he just happened to be in her way.

At the same time, the Jing family, who also saw the list, reacted.

Jing Zeqian suddenly stood up, "Song Yuanye? How could it be him?!"

Jing Zeyou learned from Jing Zeqian about Song Yuanye's schemes against Jing Yi, his brow furrowing, "He wants to use Jing Yi to climb back to the top?" His tone was certain.

Both men's expressions darkened, and Lin Ruiqing and others couldn't help but worry.

Jing Zeqian had a bad feeling, "I'll go and have them reorder the list!"

The sound of the race starting echoed, and Jing Zeyou gazed solemnly at the red and silver racing cars on the track.

"It's too late..."

A sharp whistle broke the silence, and the race began.

The two cars roared out of the starting line like beasts, instantly accelerating, the wind howling past.

The first corner quickly approached, Jing Yi gripped the steering wheel tightly, quickly shifting gears, and gently pressed the brake. The rear of the car swung, and the body slid perfectly into the corner, the tires screeching against the ground.

The smooth drifting action, like flowing water, instantly ignited the passion of the spectators.

Song Yuanye wasn't willing to be outdone, following closely behind. His silver sports car also entered the corner, but Jing Yi's red sports car had already pulled ahead.

The Public Cup was different from the Super Cup; it wasn't just about speed but more about showcasing skills. After the racers completed the fixed skill track, they would head for the finish line.

Jing Yi was already in a bad mood, and now she was going all out, showcasing her skills and experience to the fullest.

She looked ahead, her eyes sharp, and suddenly turned the steering wheel hard, the rear of the car swinging wildly, almost perfectly sliding through the corner. The sound of tires rubbing against the ground echoed in the air, trailing thick smoke.

Seeing Jing Yi's true level, Song Yuanye, who lacked the ability, became even more anxious. At several critical points, he appeared impatient, causing his car to slightly skid and lose the best route.

Jing Yi glanced at the rearview mirror, her lips curling slightly. She firmly gripped the steering wheel with both hands and accelerated toward the finish line.

The cheers of the audience surged like a tide.

"Jing Yi! Jing Yi! Jing Yi!" They spontaneously chanted her name again.

Another defeat was unbearable for Song Yuanye.

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The more enthusiastic the audience's cheers, the more obvious the madness and despair in Song Yuanye's eyes.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his hands trembling, his knuckles turning white, muttering to himself, "I'm a top star! I can't lose! I'm a top star!"

A strong sense of loss and anger surged into his mind.

Suddenly, Song Yuanye slammed down on the accelerator, turning the steering wheel. The silver-white racing car, driven with a hint of madness, charged straight toward Jing Yi's red racing car.

Jing Yi had just crossed the finish line and was completely unaware of the danger behind her.

The audience's exclamations exploded in her ears, and she instinctively turned her head to see the silver-white racing car hurtling toward her at an incredible speed.

Jing Yi's pupils contracted, and she immediately turned the steering wheel to try and avoid it.

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The black racing car slammed into the rear of the red car with a violent force, sending Jing Yi's car flying toward the guardrail beside the track.

When she realized the collision was unavoidable, Jing Yi instinctively protected her vital areas, but her head still took a hit.

The track was instantly thrown into chaos. No one had expected such a thing to happen, and the audience's exclamations echoed continuously.

"Ah! Jing Yi!"

"Jing Yi, get out of the way!"

"Is that guy crazy?!"

"Quick, save her!!"

"Call for help right now!"

"Yiyi!"

Jing Zeyou and the others watched this scene in panic, rushing downstairs toward the track.

Her ears were ringing, the distant cries so clear, her vision blurred, and gradually, she lost consciousness.

At the same time, from a nearby stand, the first figure rushed out: Shen Huaichu.

He ran like a madman to the shattered racing car, kneeling on the ground, his hands trembling violently as he tried to pry open the twisted door.

His face was pale, his voice trembling, "Yiyi, Yiyi, talk to me, don't ignore me, respond to me, Yiyi, say something to me, please..."

His hands were soaked in blood, the blood soaked his entire palm, his arm veins bulging as he desperately clawed at the door.