Chapter 89 Chapter 89 "It was last time we won in Monza...
At this moment, a bolt of thunder struck, causing Ye Xiuming to tremble all over.
Pei An saw that something was wrong with him and asked him what was wrong.
Ye Xiuming: "Wen Yanyu hired a reporter to take half-naked photos of us, but the camera was later taken away by Ye Huaian."
Pei An: "Ah?! How could this be? So Ye Huaian has been holding something against you, and Su Ting knows it too?"
Ye Xiuming gritted his teeth and said, "It seems so."
At the same time, a tall and handsome figure appeared at the distant Jincheng Airport. He was dragging a suitcase and standing in front of the airport's big screen, with a smile on his face.
Pei An: "No wonder he posted that single statement online. His goal was to reassure Uncle Ye."
Ye Xiuming: "So he's just doing these things to show my dad? He doesn't really want to break up?"
"It's hard to say. He's Su Ting. I'm not surprised by anything that happens to him."
They walked to the physical training ground for their final training. The official competition would be held the next afternoon, so they had to be fully focused.
Pei An and his friend were riding bicycles in the sauna to help them sweat quickly. Pei An said as he sprinted, "But brother, I think you're still in danger. Su Ting can't take such a big risk to be with you again. He can't bear to be involved in another pornographic photo scandal."
Ye Xiuming breathed deeply, sweat dripping down his face, as if he agreed with this statement.
Pei An huffed and puffed, "So what are you going to do?"
The word "give up" doesn't exist in Ye Xiuming's vocabulary. He simply said, "Let's wait until Baku wins the championship."
Pei An roared to the sky: "Woo, I also want to run the real track in Baku!"
Ye Xiuming smiled and said, "I'll definitely give it to you next time."
"You can't let me, I have to rely on my strength to defeat you."
"Then we'll just... wait and see." Ye Xiuming said with a smile.
That night, Ye Xiuming tossed and turned in his sleep, unable to sleep soundly. It might have been due to the low altitude of Baku, but more importantly, he was trying to persuade himself to temporarily get out of Su Ting's vortex.
After lunch, the team headed towards the track and entered the venue around 2 pm.
After Ye Xiuming drove the car into the garage, the technician team and data engineers began to make adjustments and generate reports non-stop. After a brief meeting with them, Ye Xiuming began to frantically add water, waiting for the tires to preheat to the ideal temperature.
After installing the wheels, Ye Xiuming walked out of the maintenance area and slowly took his lap, using frequent serpentine movements to allow the tires to heat evenly.
By the time he reached the starting grid, Ye Xiuming could already hear cheers from the balconies on the roadside.
He held his breath, put the car in neutral, made a final communication confirmation with the engineer, and checked all the systems according to the instructions.
The golden glow of dusk cast a warm edge over the ochre walls of Baku's old city, but the air on the track was cold and tense. The roar of the engines was amplified in the narrow streets, like beasts trapped in a stone ravine, as 24 mechanical behemoths poured their all into the final laps.
Ye Xiuming observed the figures on the surrounding balconies, trying to see Su Ting among them.
The game soon began.
Ye Xiuming's red car was in the leading group, already tearing through the wind and biting tightly onto the Red Bull car in front of it that was like blue lightning. The DRS rear wing opened and closed repeatedly at the end of the straight, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
Every time you brake hard into Turn 8, the carbon fiber brake discs emit a dazzling red light. The moment the tires lock, green smoke mixed with a burnt smell is instantly torn apart by the airflow.
The competition in the midfield was even more intense, with two cars going wheel to wheel in consecutive corners, with the sidepods almost sparking against each other.
The engineer's warning on the radio had been filtered by adrenaline into a blurred background sound.
Then comes Turn 16 – the famously narrow and unforgiving right-hander.
Still in contention, Ye Xiuming tried to find a chance to overtake the Red Bull on the outside. His car clung to the right wall, squeezing every last millimeter of the track's limits.
Just as he was clinging to the guardrail, he seemed to see Su Ting cheering for him on the balcony downstairs of the hotel, so he was slightly distracted.
The moment of exiting the corner, the rear wheel inevitably ran over the high shoulder of the road.
Everything went out of control in a hundredth of a second.
The sudden, violent bounce caused the car, already under immense downforce, to lose its grip on the ground. Like a stumbling horse, Ye Xiuming's car's front nose sank sharply, the entire body of the car veering abruptly to the left.
Time seemed to be stretched out.
It turned into a lump of metal thrown out by huge force, smashing horizontally into the guardrail on the other side of the track.
First, the left rear wheel slammed into the barrier, and the huge impact force instantly launched the car into the air.
The next scene brought all the noise to an abrupt halt.
The car performed a terrifying, slow-motion roll in the air.
It drew a clumsy and desperate arc, the chassis completely exposed to the sunset, the four wheels spinning wildly, and finally hit the asphalt road heavily in an upside-down posture, making a heart-pounding sound, a mixture of metal tearing and carbon fiber shattering.
Countless carbon fiber fragments exploded like fireworks, scattering along the track. The huge inertia pushed the upside-down wreckage, sparking and sliding screaming towards the end of the runway.
"It's Ye who won the championship in Monza last time! He overturned!" The commentator's voice was full of fear and the volume suddenly increased.
Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, the yellow flag was waved, followed by the shocking red flag. The race was immediately suspended.
Rescue vehicles, medical teams, and Pei An rushed to the scene of the accident at top speed. The whole world seemed to hold its breath, and everyone's eyes were focused on the eerily silent ruins.
A few seconds later, a hand stretched out with difficulty from the twisted cockpit wreckage and waved vigorously towards the sky.
After a moment of oppressive silence, the balcony finally erupted into thunderous applause of relief.
However, Ye Xiuming's condition still needed further confirmation. He was dragged out of the narrow cockpit with difficulty. His bones seemed to have softened as he was taken away by a speeding ambulance.
The incredible speed of F1 means that a collision or rollover will cause catastrophic injuries.
Ye Xiuming felt as if his whole body was being moved, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe. The medical staff quickly put an electrocardiogram monitor on him to initially confirm whether he had any brain damage.
Pei An saw how miserable he looked and cried like a monster beside him. Ye Xiuming's lips moved slightly, pointing at the dejected Pei An and said, "You actually cried at my grave."
"You've never had any problems with those corners during training, so why did you hit the guardrail today?"
Ye Xiuming said bitterly: "Because I seemed to see Su Ting in the audience."
"How could he possibly come to Baku to find you!"
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