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Jing Yi looked at the silent phone and whispered to herself: "I told you not to come, but you can't just not send a message."

"Yi Yi"

Jing Yi quickly put away the phone and looked at the person who came with a smile.

"Brother"

Jing Zeyou noticed Jing Yi's cover-up and smiled without exposing it, "The coach asked you to prepare." Jing Yi nodded hurriedly, "Okay, I'll go now!"

Jing Zeyou looked at her back, and his eyes flashed with worry. Was it really right for him not to participate?

It is obviously impossible to say that Jing Zeyou had anticipated the current situation of Jing Yi and Shen Huaichu, but this is indeed a problem he is worried about.

Jing Zeyou has investigated Shen Huaichu's car accident in detail, and also checked his situation over the years. Frankly speaking, it is not optimistic, but Jing Yi is still a racing driver.

Jing Zeyou sighed unconsciously and followed in steps.

At the Shanchi Racing Circuit, people were shoulder to shoulder in the noisy stands. They were obviously paying close attention to this open race, or they were very interested in Jing Yi who won the championship.

It was just an exhibition match. Jing Yi didn't plan to show off. Just showing up would be enough, but she saw a familiar person.

Song Yuanye? He was exposed like this, and he dared to come out?

Jing Yi frowned slightly, a little surprised. She didn't expect to see this person here.

Thinking of the hot search situation that Shen Xi had talked about with her before, Jing Yi secretly complained that the entertainment industry was not picky about anything.

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

He walked over, his mouth slightly curled, "Long time no see, Miss Jing." The smile did not reach his eyes.

Jing Yi looked at him, her eyes full of scrutiny, "Mr. Song, what a coincidence." Song Yuanye's eyes were filled with hatred, "It's indeed a coincidence, I said before that I would challenge Miss Jing, isn't this the opportunity for me?"

Jing Yi chuckled, with sarcasm in her eyes, "Competition? Do you mean in an exhibition match? Mr. Song is really ambitious."

As long as he can appear in the Super Bowl, Jing Yi will think he is a man, and now he is running to the open tournament to talk about competition?

Song Yuanye clenched his fists, his eyes full of hostility.

Laugh, it doesn't matter, whether it is an exhibition match or not, as long as he can beat Jing Yi, he can return to the top!

Song Yuanye thought almost paranoidly.

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

It just so happened that she was in a very bad mood now, and he ran into her.

At the same time, the Jing family members who also saw the list

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

Jing Zeyou learned from Jing Zeqian about Song Yuanye's calculations on Jing Yi, and frowned slightly, "He wants to step on Jing Yi to get to the top?" His tone was affirmative.

The two people's faces were a little bad, and Lin Ruiqing and others also became worried unconsciously.

For some reason, Jing Zeqian had a very bad premonition, "I'll ask them to re-rank the list!"

The sound of the start of the race came, and Jing Zeyou looked at the red and silver cars on the track with heavy eyes.

"It's too late..."

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

The two cars rushed out of the starting point like beasts, accelerating instantly, and the wind whistled past.

The first bend approached quickly, Jing Yi gripped the steering wheel tightly, quickly switched gears, stepped on the brake lightly, and the rear of the car swung, and the body of the car slid into the bend perfectly, and the tires rubbed violently with the ground, making a harsh whistling sound.

The drifting action, as smooth as flowing water, instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the audience in the stands.

Song Yuanye was not to be outdone, and followed closely behind. His silver sports car also entered the curve, but Jing Yi's red sports car had already opened up a gap with him.

The Open Cup is different from the Super Cup. It is not about blindly pursuing speed, but more of a show of skill. After the racers finish the fixed show of skill track, they will rush to the finish line.

Jing Yi was in a bad mood, and now she is in full swing. Her skills and experience are fully demonstrated at this moment.

She looked ahead with sharp eyes, turned the steering wheel hard, and the rear of the car swung violently, sliding through the curve at an almost perfect angle. The friction sound of the tires and the ground echoed in the air, pulling out huge smoke.

After Song Yuanye, who was incompetent, really saw Jing Yi's level, he became more anxious and uneasy. He seemed a little impatient at several key points, and the car body slipped slightly, losing the best route.

Jing Yi glanced at the rearview mirror, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his hands firmly held the steering wheel, accelerating to the finish line.

The cheers of the audience surged like a tide.

"Jing Yi! Jing Yi! Jing Yi!" They spontaneously shouted Jing Yi's name again.

Song Yuanye could not accept another failure.

He abandoned his dignity and ignored the ridicule of netizens, just to beat Jing Yi in the open tournament, but let alone beat Jing Yi, he couldn't even catch up with her car!

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

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his hands trembled slightly, his knuckles turned white, and he kept muttering: "I am the top stream! I can't lose! I am the top stream!"

A strong sense of loss and anger rushed into his mind instantly.

Suddenly, Song Yuanye stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel, and the silver-white car drove with a hint of madness, rushing straight towards Jing Yi's red car.

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

The audience's exclamations rang in her ears. She turned around subconsciously and saw the silver-white racing car rushing towards her at an incredible speed.

Jing Yi's pupils shrank suddenly and he immediately turned the steering wheel to try to avoid it.

But it was too late.

The black car slammed into the rear of the red car, and the violent impact threw Jingyi's car towards the guardrail beside the track.

When she knew that the impact was unavoidable, Jing Yi subconsciously protected her vital parts, but her head was still hit.

The track instantly fell into chaos. No one expected such a thing to happen, and the audience screamed one after another.

"Ah! Jing Yi!"

"Jingyi, get out of the way!"

"Is that person crazy?!"

"Hurry and save people!!!"

"Hurry up and call for help!"

"Yiyi!"

Jing Zeyou and others watched this scene helplessly, and rushed downstairs in panic.

There was a buzzing in her ears, and the exclamations not far away were so clear. Her vision became blurry, and she gradually lost consciousness.

At the same time, from the stands not far away, the first figure to rush out was Shen Huaichu.

He ran to the broken car like crazy, knelt on his legs, and tried to open the twisted car door with his hands shaking violently.

His face was pale, and even his voice was trembling, "Yiyi, Yiyi, please pay attention to me, don't ignore me, answer me, Yiyi, can you talk to me? Please..."

His hands were covered with blood, and the blood soaked the entire palm of his hand. The veins on his arms popped out, and he scratched desperately.