"morning!"
Ji Chengling said this with gritted teeth, turned around and left, then dialed Zheng Lingkun's phone again.
The phone was connected, but I couldn't get through.
When I asked the people in the convoy, they all said that they had not seen Zheng Lingkun since yesterday noon.
The fans' cheers and the cheerleaders' encouragement were accompanied by all kinds of noise and chaos at the scene.
Ji Chengling forced himself to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.
Just after ten o'clock, 12 racing cars gathered on the track.
The order of departure is determined by drawing lots when signing in.
Ji Chengling was lucky and drew number 2.
From a distance of several dozen meters, I could see the black racing car on the starting point display screen.
That seems to be...W's chariot? Ji Chengling was delighted.
In the Lucheng race four years ago, he was also one of the drivers who lost to W.
But at that time, he didn't even have the chance to get to know W up close, let alone learn driving skills from him.
And this time, he was closest to W.
The whole person was excited and entered the pre-race state, Ji Chengling's eyes were fixed on the black racing car.
The numbers on the display began to jump, and the crowd around began to cheer.
The moment it returned to zero, the black racing car shot out like an arrow.
Five minutes later, Ji Chengling started chasing with full force.
Compared to the 3,000-kilometer rematch, the semi-finals were a little less difficult.
Starting from Jiangcheng and arriving at Lucheng, the total distance is 2,000 kilometers, and the race stage is nearly 800 kilometers.
It was not until the evening that he caught up with the black racing car. The moment he overtook it, Ji Chengling's mood hit rock bottom.
Not W.
In the black racing car, Xie Chenmin glanced at the navigator's logbook and said calmly, "God Pei, I was at the end of stage 2, and Ji Chengling passed me."
Pei Donghan's voice immediately came out from the channel, "Stay away from him!"
Thinking of Sister Wan's dislike for Ji Chengling, and what she heard from her teammates about Ji Chengling's dark history.
Then, he stepped on the accelerator and the racing car roared and flew several kilometers, leaving Ji Chengling far behind.
pilot:……
At the end of the second stage, Ji Chengling called Lao Feng while resting at the station.
"What's going on?"
"Brother Ling, there's W in front of me and Pei Shen behind me. I can't find any chance at all."
"What about the channel? What's going on?"
“I don’t know.”
The racing communicator imported from abroad is only in its second year of use.
There was clearly no problem at all during the previous competition, but when this time the competition started, there was either no sound or a bad signal.
You have to shout a sentence three or five times before the other party can understand it roughly.
Ji Chengling never expected that a race would not only damage the car but also the voice.
Almost from the second stage, the TS team members had given up communicating in the channel.
So much so that no one had any idea who was where or who they saw from other teams.
This was the most frustrating game Ji Chengling had ever participated in.
Compared to Ji Chengling's depression, Xie Chenmin was in a very good mood during the three-day competition.
This was the semi-finals! Even if he failed here, he would have something to brag about when he returned to the imperial capital.
The finish line was within sight, and Xie Chenmin gripped the steering wheel excitedly.
With a step on the accelerator, the car rushed through the flower arch.
As the on-site staff went to the lounge, two hours later, there was a knock on the lounge door.
The door opened and the sound of broadcasts and cheers poured in.
The results of the competition are out.
(End of this chapter)