Chapter 37: The rookie driver becomes famous in one race. ...
The commotion in the stands and the passionate commentary all fell eerily silent at that moment.
On the large screen, you can see firsthand how the Dark Purple GT-R tumbles down a nearly 200-meter vertical drop, breaking tree branches as it rolls down...
"Can he survive such a fall?"
"I told you, it's best not to use nitrous oxide in the tunnel, especially since the exit is a cliff bend. Now look what happened."
"Wait, isn't the GT-R Young Master Pei's car?!"
More and more eyes were drawn to one spot, craning their necks to look at the conspicuous wheelchair in the center of the arena.
Pei Yanli's expression remained unchanged, her gaze fixed on the AMG GT3 on the screen, which had entered the next nine hairpin bends. She turned her head and instructed, "Uncle Zhang, go to the organizers and find out what's going on. Also... go and inform Big Brother."
Steward Zhang was clearly still reeling from what he had just witnessed. Pei Yanli called out twice before he nodded unsteadily and left.
The medical team on standby at the scene immediately dispatched a rescue helicopter to the scene.
The game continued, but everyone's attention had clearly shifted.
"It seems like he's always racing against a GT3."
"GT3 is the newcomer in the speed game, right?"
"He probably felt resentful that a newcomer was ahead of him."
"Seriously, the most important thing in racing is mindset."
...
Everyone assumed Pei Hengzhi was mentally unstable, and even Teng Zaiye, an expert, couldn't see anything amiss.
Only Chen Zhao felt a chill run down his spine, and for some reason, he remembered the words "Kill him."
He remembered that it was the day after his boss's wedding, after he learned that his boss had almost died from being tormented by reed fluff.
No, it won't happen.
It was probably just an accident.
On the big screen, the GT-R's image swung from seventh place to the very end.
The remaining 39 cars were rolling back and forth.
The freezing rain intensified, pelting the windows like hail, causing severe visual obstruction. Four or five more cars stopped due to various problems.
Initially, the GT3, being a newcomer and not favored, surpassed the others in real-time data, heading straight for the silver Mitsubishi Evo, which is currently ranked third.
Xenon headlights pierced through the rain as we sped along.
But just as they were about to turn the corner and decide the winner, the temperature difference between the wheel hubs caused by the freezing rain triggered a short circuit, causing the ABS sensor to fail.
The commentary, which had been paused for nearly ten minutes, was heard again inside the stadium.
"The sensors have failed! They've failed! Look, everyone! The front wheels of both the GT3 and Evo are locked, the steering is locked, and if they don't take this corner soon, both cars will go off the track! Now, how will the two drivers get through this obstacle?"
The commentator's shouts grew louder and louder, drawing the attention of the audience who had been captivated by the GT-R. "Oh! Oh!! The GT3 braked hard three times in a row and spun into the humus in the corner. He's using the wet humus to create a slide! And what about the Evo? He's scraping against the rock face of the mountain road, trying to slow down to avoid being swept off, but then..."
On the screen, the Flame Red instantly overtook the Silver Evo, entering the top three, and then circled into the final nine-hairpin turn.
Currently, Impreza and Ford are ranked at the top.
The two cars were evenly matched.
The GT3 was still quite a distance behind them. Although it kept accelerating to close the gap, the excessive use of nitrous oxide put a great strain on the car, and the engine began to groan.
Luo Yunqing could clearly feel that the vibration frequency of the pedal was getting faster and faster.
Meanwhile, in the distance, Ford, which started ten minutes earlier, crossed the finish line smoothly, half a car's width faster than the Impreza in its group, firmly in first place!
With the duration frozen and refreshed, Ford has thus entered the all-time champion rankings of Xijinshan.
That's not all.
With a mere 0.027 margin, he successfully dethroned Zhang Yihuai, the former racing legend who had dominated the leaderboard for decades.
"Sister Yan is amazing!" Teng Zaiye jumped up from his seat excitedly, clenched his fists, and slammed them twice in the air. "Queen, no, Goddess Yan!!"
After crossing the finish line, he gradually slowed down. Zhang Shuyan took off his helmet and let out a long sigh of relief; his curly hair was already soaked and stuck to his face.
She ran one hand through her side parting and down her hair, faced the live stream camera, raised her chin, and acted arrogantly as if it were perfectly natural.
The crowd erupted in cheers and screams.
Zhang Shuyan raised his hand, made a V sign towards the inner stands, took the towel, wiped his sweat, and looked at the electronic screen next to him.
I was slightly taken aback when I saw the Mercedes-AMG GT3 ranked third.
They're not that different?
Luo Yunqing is truly unexpected.
In the mock competitions before the event, I was expected to rank fifth or sixth at best, but I never imagined...
The roar of an engine came from the mountain valley. Zhang Shuyan drank some lightly salted water to replenish his lost fluids. He turned around and looked over. Just by listening, he knew that the car's engine and pressure relief valve were both operating under overload.
Although it is currently ranked third, the gap with Mitsubishi, which has caught up, is not large.
There are three more S-shaped curves.
Both cars were giving it their all in the sprint.
The audience, who were still cheering for the birth of a new racing legend, held their breath once again, their eyes following the two cars as they drifted and swerved around the corner.
Almost there.
Keep it up!
Within seconds, the GT3 and Evo sped off the screen and into everyone's view.
Her gaze shifted instantly to the approaching red flames in the distance, and Pei Yanli's hand, which was tightly gripping the wheelchair, was quietly grasped by a small hand.
"Brother, you're back safe and sound!"
Xiaoyu couldn't understand the technical terms the narrator used; she only knew that her brother was driving that car, making several speeding turns in such a dangerous place in the mountains, and that a car had even fallen off the mountain before.
He had been afraid and worried all along, but now he finally saw his brother's car again, and his brother had returned safely.
"Yes, you're back, finally back." Pei Yanli released the armrest of the wheelchair and grasped his hand instead. "Finally..."
Compared to his calm instructions to Uncle Zhang earlier, his voice was now noticeably hoarse and trembling.
The GT3 ultimately crossed the finish line 0.076 seconds ahead of the Evo, finishing in third place.
"Surprises galore! Following the emergence of a new generation of racing legends, another new driver has emerged, breaking into the top three with zero records—a miracle, truly a miracle!" The commentator exclaimed in awe. "Hmm? Where is he headed?"
The screen switches to the finish line.
After getting off the vehicle, Luo Yunqing took off her helmet, swept her wet hair back to reveal her smooth, full forehead and strikingly handsome features, and ran towards the center of the inner field despite the falling rain.
The camera followed the movement.
A young man dressed in a red and white racing suit, still brimming with passion, strode into the stands and reached into his wheelchair.
Her lips were pale, her heart was pounding, and she used all her strength to hug him, panting heavily, and cried out, "Husband, I'm home!"
Pei Yanli was stunned for a few seconds, then slowly reached out and touched his cold, damp cheek, "Xiao Luo..."
A layer of mist immediately rose in front of my eyes, and then it was completely covered by my hot palm.
One heavy breath after another fell into my ears.
He heard someone say with all their might, "Husband, I love you."
At that moment, my heart was pounding so hard it was deafening.
Luo Yunqing gently kissed the corner of his mouth, but never let go of his damp hand, letting him hold her tightly.
His Ah Li must be terrified.
Seeing him and the second master of the Pei family appear in such an intimate pose on camera, I realized that he was the one who was supposed to be married off to the second master of the Pei family to bring him good luck.
I heard that after the marriage, the Second Master's health really did improve.
So today, he's not here to see his nephew, but for this person!
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Around 4:30 pm, the Xijinshan Winter Race came to a close, with the top three winners emerging.
The trending topics list exploded again and again.
Of course, besides the emergence of a new racing legend and the rise of a rookie driver to fame, there was also a very bad thing.
The cliff where Pei Hengzhi fell was not too difficult to find. After he was found, a rescue helicopter rushed him to the hospital for emergency treatment.
During this time, his heart stopped beating several times.
Butler Zhang only had time to congratulate his granddaughter before rushing to the hospital.
Upon receiving his message, Pei Wenxian and his wife rushed over: "Uncle Zhang, what exactly happened?"
Butler Zhang said a few words briefly, then lowered his voice: "The young master's condition is not good. The doctor said... we should be prepared."
Wang Manshu staggered two steps, staring at the red light in front of the operating room. Her whole body went limp and she almost fainted. Tears streaming down her face, she cried out, "Xiao Heng!"
"Cry? What's the use of crying now!" After all, he's his own child. Even though he scolds him sometimes, how could Pei Wenxian not feel sorry for him? "What did I say before? I told him not to go, not to go! You all ignored me!"
He paced anxiously in front of the operating room, then said to Butler Zhang, "Immediately fetch the best doctors in the country, no, the world, fetch the best doctors in the world! You must save Xiaoheng!!"
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The match ended, and it was getting late. Luo Yunqing declined all post-match interviews and took Xiaoyu back to the hospital first.
"Brother, you're so amazing!"
The third-place medal, though bronze, was quite heavy. Xiaoyu hugged it and touched it all the way, her eyes full of admiration: "Xiaoyu, I want to be like my brother!"
"Like me?" He touched the medal, and Luo Yunqing touched him as well. "Well... we'll have to wait until Xiaoyu's surgery is over."
Xiaoyu nodded emphatically and replied, "Okay!"
When surgery is mentioned, I no longer feel the same fear and hesitation as before.
Luo Yunqing stayed with him until he was discharged from the hospital at night.
Back in the car at Four Seasons Resort, an unusual silence fell.
In any case, doing something so big behind closed doors can't be easily dismissed with just "Honey, I love you."
Luo Yunqing stroked the ribbon of the medal and handed it to the side in a flattering manner, "Honey, feel it, it's quite high quality."
The redness around her eyes hadn't completely faded yet. Following the medal, Pei Yanli turned her head and stared silently at the person.
"You...you're complaining because it's not gold?" Luo Yunqing guiltily withdrew her hand. "Then I'll do it next time..."
"You want a next time?"
"No, that's all. There won't be a next time."
A mixture of relief and lingering fear swirled within her as Pei Yanli pulled his hand closer, asking, "Xiao Luo... what am I going to do with you?"
The partition between the front and rear seats wasn't raised, and Chen Zhao heard this clearly. He gripped the steering wheel and squeezed it. "Actually, the boss's wife..."
"Shut up!"
If he hadn't made a sound, it would have been fine, but the moment he did, Pei Yanli was reminded that they had conspired to deceive her.
"Honey, I was wrong." Knowing that nothing she said would make a difference, Luo Yunqing readily admitted her mistake and apologized: "I told him not to tell you, because I was afraid you would worry."
"Now you won't make me worry anymore?"
I'm even more worried now.
"I," Luo Yunqing racked her brains to explain, "I actually only planned to participate in this one match, and I won't compete in the future."
But no matter how much he assured her, Pei Yanli no longer believed him.
Luo Yunqing wanted to lean in and kiss him to calm him down, but she turned her head away.
This is terrible, I'm really angry.
Even as soon as he gets home, he locks himself in his room.
What should I do?
Luo Yunqing turned to Chen Zhao for help, but the latter quickly took three steps back, pleading, "Boss lady, please stop ripping me off, I beg you."
From the very beginning, he never thought it was a good thing.
The boss cares about him so much, how could he possibly accept the birthday gift that he almost risked his life for?
Only the proprietress herself thinks so.
Mentioning racing again brought to mind what had happened today. Chen Zhao pondered for a moment, then lowered his voice: "Is this all the boss lady wanted to do today?"
The atmosphere inside the room suddenly froze.
After a few seconds of silence, Luo Yunqing raised the corners of her mouth: "Of course."
"...It would be best if that were the case." Regardless of the truth, Chen Zhao did not intend to delve any further. "The boss is angry with me now and probably doesn't want to see me for the next few days. I'm leaving now. You can figure out what to do yourself."
What idea am I thinking?
"Isn't this easy for you?" Chen Zhao clasped her hands in front of her chest and said in a low voice, "Honey, I was wrong, darling~"
Luo Yunqing: "..."
"Take your time to coax him," Chen Zhao said seriously as he let go of her hand.
Although no one has connected him with Pei Hengzhi's fall off the cliff, he might still have to check on things at the hospital.
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