Chapter 121 Sister Mist: Most people would be scared, but I'm not an ordinary person.

"Prepare at the last minute."

As the host's voice rang out, Pei Jinwu's lips curled slightly as she lazily withdrew her gaze and got into Shang Xun's race car.

"preparation."

At the host's command, the entire audience held their breath.

"Bang--"

As the ear-piercing "gunshot" rang out, nine sports cars sped off at an extremely high speed.

The car in lane ten slowly followed.

The playing field is in "circles", with 20 circles.

The first team to complete 20 laps will be ranked.

The faster you complete the test, the higher your ranking and the higher your score.

The points for this F1 race are added together with the points from previous races.

The top ten countries qualify for the next F1 race.

Both Country Y and Country China made mistakes to varying degrees in previous matches, resulting in them ranking at the bottom of the standings.

To be in the top ten, they must finish in the top five in this race.

so.

Almost everyone's attention was focused on Country Y and Country China.

Three contestants from Country Y, three chances.

However, China only has one person named J.

Although they were very strong, the audience quickly realized something was wrong.

"What happened? How come J is in last place after the first lap?"

"Song Mingji is ranked first, the three from Country Y are ranked 4th-5th-6th, and God J is actually tenth!"

The man rubbed his eyes hard, afraid he had misread it.

He's a die-hard fan of J-God, and he's basically present at every one of J-God's games.

In previous races, J-God would always take first place after the start.

There has never been a situation where we fall behind.

Not to mention, they ended up in last place.

"Could it be that he hasn't participated in any competitions for three years and his skills have become rusty?"

Really?

Other fans couldn't sit still any longer, and their expressions turned serious.

Could we possibly lose?!

...

China didn't get a good spot.

The tenth track, very close to the edge.

If you're not careful when turning, the sports car will veer off course.

Pei Jinwu was running for the first time, and in order to familiarize herself with the course, she slowed down the first two laps.

"..."

Looking at J, who was far behind him, the blond man's lips curled up.

J God?

That's all there is to it.

"..."

As Song Mingji drove, he kept a close eye on the car behind him.

What's going on?

This isn't her true skill level!

"..."

The entire audience was on edge, intently watching J's car.

Three laps.

Finally.

If this continues, no matter how fast she goes, she won't be able to catch up.

Is J God really going to become a legend?

Just as everyone was wondering, the sports car at the rear began to accelerate.

Amidst a tremendous roar—

The red sports car sped past one car after another like a whirlwind, racing arrogantly yet steadily across the track.

"..."

Before the blond man's smile could fade, he saw the person he was mocking dart past him in a flash.

"???"

The blond man's smile froze on his face.

soon.

Pei Jinwu overtook the car in front and quickly arrived beside Song Mingji.

The two cars are parallel.

The showdown between masters has officially begun.

"Ahhh—"

"J God is back! This is the J God I know!"

"Still the same old formula, J God, go for it!"

"..."

The previously deathly silent atmosphere was quickly stirred up again because Pei Jinwu overtook the car.

In a short time.

Cheers and shouts echoed throughout the stadium.

The match is nearing its end.

With only four laps left, Pei Jinwu heard a strange noise coming from the sports car, seemingly coming from the fuel tank.

Pei Jinwu lowered her eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror.

Sure enough, sparks were seen under the tire.

The speed is extremely high on the F1 track.

A problem with the fuel tank could lead to an explosion, resulting in vehicle destruction and fatalities.

Therefore, the vehicles will be thoroughly inspected before the race.

If I'm not mistaken.

Shang Xun's car was deliberately tampered with.

"Tsk."

Pei Jinwu gripped the steering wheel with both hands, a cool smile playing on her lips.

Faced with this situation, most people would prioritize saving their lives and immediately stop the car to check.

The fuel tank caught fire, and the repair process is very slow.

Once they stop, they basically give up the game.

pity.

She is no ordinary person.

"Did you see that? J's car is sparking!"

Some people in the audience noticed something was wrong.

“That’s right, the accelerator position.” The others chimed in, and one car enthusiast said, “If the fuel tank catches fire and you don’t stop immediately, at this speed, it will definitely explode.”

"But judging from J's speed, he doesn't seem to be planning to stop!"

"..."

Meanwhile, in the lounge.

Shang Xun and Hei Gui also saw the situation of Pei Jinwu's car through the live broadcast.

"Oops!"

The black man stood up anxiously, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the big screen. "Why isn't she slowing down? If she keeps going like this, she's going to die!"

"..."

Shang Xun had just finished bandaging himself and, ignoring the pain, said in a deep voice, "Call her."

The vehicle is equipped with a communication device.

At times like these, human life is of utmost importance.

We'll talk about other things later.

“That’s right, that’s right.” The black man realized what was happening, took out his phone, and dialed the number in the sports car.

As soon as the call connected, the black man couldn't wait to speak: "J, the car is on fire. Slow down and pull over immediately."

"..."

Pei Jinwu was wearing a helmet and had to keep an eye on the location of the fire, so she didn't have time to speak at all.

"J, did you hear me?"

The black man naturally knew what J was thinking, and earnestly said, "It's okay to lose this time, there will be other opportunities in the future."

The development of motorsports in China still depends on her.

What would they do if something happened to her?

"J, stop the car!"

Shang Xun couldn't help but shout to stop him.

He truly believes in God J's patriotism.

This guy is risking his life.

"..."

Pei Jinwu heard this, but still didn't reply.

Two laps to go until the finish line.

at the same time.

Mars is getting bigger and bigger.

She'll definitely accelerate in the last two laps, and when she gives it gas, the car will surely burst into flames.

Pei Jinwu gripped the steering wheel tightly, a fine sheen of sweat on his nose, his mind racing as he considered solutions.

...

Song Mingji turned around and saw that Pei Jinwu's car was on fire at the rear.

The flames were growing increasingly intense.

"Stop!"

Song Mingji raised his hand and waved it at Pei Jinwu.

Are they willing to risk their lives for a ranking?

"..."

Pei Jinwu tilted her head, her eyes slightly narrowed, but her speed did not decrease.

parking?

She has never stopped on the track to forfeit a race.

"?"

Pei Jinwu showed no signs of slowing down or stopping; on the contrary, her speed was increasing.

The blond man couldn't catch up no matter how hard he tried, and immediately exchanged glances with the other two.

The two nodded.

He jerked the steering wheel, intending to use a "suicidal" method to force Pei Jinwu's car to stop.

"..."

Upon seeing this, Pei Jinwu's eyes darkened slightly, and the smile on her lips deepened.

He turned the steering wheel and moved closer to the two people beside him.

"???"

To their surprise, Pei Jinwu not only didn't dodge, but instead bumped into them.

Her car was on fire; if it crashed into them, they would die too.

Why aren't you playing by the rules?

As they drew ever closer, the two panicked to the extreme. Just as they were about to crash into Pei Jinwu, they frantically swerved the steering wheel.

"Bang--"

The two drivers didn't accelerate enough, and their vehicles collided, causing both to stall.

The two people from country Y fell unconscious on the spot.

"Damn it."

Seeing Pei Wu far ahead of him, the blond man slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

He quickly calmed down again.

The last lap.

If she doesn't slow down, the sports car will definitely explode.

"J God!"

Song Mingji could see that she was obsessed with grades and was desperately trying to catch up.

The two cars were only 2 seconds apart.

No matter how hard he chased, he couldn't catch up with the other person.

What is she thinking?

As the distance drew closer and the fire on J's car grew larger, everyone present held their breath.

800 meters.

500 meters.

300 meters.

...

It will be soon.

We're almost there.

When less than ten meters from the finish line.

Boom—

Pei Jinwu's sports car burst into flames.

——

good evening.