Chapter 119 So what if she rebels? I'll hold up the sky if it falls!
"Miss Pei, what should we do? Waaaaah..."
The black man, nearly forty years old, with a Chinese dragon tattoo on his arm, was crying with snot and tears all over his face.
"With only half an hour until the match, it might not be enough time to find a replacement player."
"Even if there's enough time, going on stage will still result in a loss."
It's over.
The driver lacks skill, and we can't get in touch with J-Car God.
China's motorsports industry is truly doomed.
“Miss Pei…” Blackie wiped away his tears and said in a sob, “I’ve troubled you with the training these past few days, I…”
Who says China will lose?
Pei Jinwu gripped her phone, her fingertips slowly tightening, her clear, cold voice firm and powerful, as if it contained a tremendous explosive force.
"Miss Pei, what do you mean?"
The black man paused, then asked, puzzled.
There's really no one left in China...
"Wait, I'm coming right now." Pei Jinwu hung up the phone and stuffed the things on the table into her bag.
"Sister Wu, where are you going?"
Xu Qingye and Zhao Qianqian stared at her, asking with puzzled expressions.
"Something came up."
Pei Jinwu casually slung his backpack over his shoulder, tore off a piece of paper, and wrote a few words: "I am Pei Jinwu, requesting a day off. Please grant my request."
He then took out a test paper filled with answers and handed it to Xu Qingye along with the leave slip.
"A leave request requires the head of academic affairs' signature..."
Xu Qingye looked down at the illegible sick leave slip, his head throbbing.
Sister Wu just asked for leave from evening self-study, and she's only just come back and she's asking for leave again. I'm afraid the head of the teaching department won't approve it.
We'll see.
He wouldn't dare take it.
"I know."
Pei Jinwu finished packing her things, her eyes falling on Xu Qingye, and said firmly, "Give the test paper and leave slip to the physics teacher together."
“Tell him that once he signs the leave slip, I’ll come back and solve the remaining questions for him.”
The only person in the entire school who can control the head of student affairs is that eccentric old man.
The words fell.
Pei Jinwu strode outside.
"this……"
Xu Qingye scratched her head. Did her physics teacher really know how to get the dean's signature for her?
Everyone knows they're sworn enemies.
Holding the sick leave slip, Xu Qingye nervously pushed open the physics teacher's office door.
"Teacher, Pei Jinwu has something to attend to and would like to request a day off. Could you please take this to the head of student affairs and get his signature?"
"Taking leave again?" The strange old man buried himself in his test paper, calculating all day until his hair was almost all gone, but he still couldn't figure out the answer.
Hearing that someone else wanted to take leave made him furious.
"no."
Two days ago, she took leave, and that old man, the head of the teaching department, nagged at her for a long time.
This girl is actually giving him troublesome things to do.
"Teacher, please take a look at this..."
Following Pei Jinwu's instructions, Xu Qingye pointed to the exam paper on the leave slip.
"What are you looking at? Tell her I'm not going to invite her..." The strange old man raised his eyes, glanced casually at the exam paper, and then stopped abruptly.
The next second.
He picked up the test paper and excitedly examined it from all angles.
Oh.
This test was so difficult; I managed to finish the first few challenging questions.
Perfect.
He couldn't solve it, so he had to ask her for advice.
"Sister Wu said that if you help him with the leave slip, she will help you with the exam paper."
Xu Qingye relayed the message truthfully.
"No problem, I've got it covered." The eccentric old man picked up the leave slip and headed towards the dean's office.
A few minutes later.
Xu Qingye silently walked to the door of the dean's office.
As soon as we stopped, we heard the strange old man arguing with the head of the teaching department.
The eccentric old man said, "Never mind that, you have to sign it for her today."
Dean of Students: "Is Pei Jinwu planning a rebellion?"
The eccentric old man said, "So what if she rebels? I'll hold the sky up if it falls!"
Dean of Students: "When she gets back, tell her to get to my office!"
The eccentric old man said, "You dare to scold her and affect her mood, just try it!"
If he's in a bad mood, he can't think straight, so how can I teach him to do his homework?
"..."
Hearing the two arguing, Xu Qingye took out his phone and sent a message to Pei Jinwu: [Leave of Absence Signed]
After successful delivery.
Xu Qingye happened to receive an official announcement from F1 racing.
[Player Shang Xun has been unexpectedly injured; China has requested a substitution. The replacement player is yet to be determined.]
"Why."
Xu Qingye sighed deeply.
It won't work no matter who you put it in, unless the other person is a racing legend.
Obviously, that's impossible.
——
Twenty minutes later.
Pei Jinwu rushed to the competition venue.
There were many doctors standing at the entrance to Shang Xun's rest room.
It is said that after Shang Xun finished inspecting the vehicle, he accidentally stepped into a hole while passing by other racers' tracks and fell heavily into the repair lane.
The part, weighing several dozen kilograms, was pressing down on his leg.
Both legs were fractured at the time, and the bones were severely displaced.
Forget racing, even moving around can be deadly.
But Shang Xun was fixated on racing and unwilling to give up. No matter how Blackie tried to persuade him, he refused to leave.
If he were to drag himself onto the field with those two legs...
The game is over, and he's probably dead.
"Can't you even tell what's important?" The black man was also in pain, but his life was more important. "I'm contacting other people..."
"What's the point of having other people come?"
Shang Xun was in so much pain that his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he grimaced as he said painfully, "Even if I die, I want to die in the car."
He carries not only the expectations of his family, but also the hopes of the entire Chinese racing industry.
He cannot fall down, no matter what.
As they were talking.
He happened to see several foreigners across the street with their arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile.
Shang Xun reacted instantly.
If he makes it into the top five, the opponents will be eliminated.
so.
This accident was not due to his carelessness, but rather it was deliberately arranged by someone else.
"Damn it." Shang Xun clenched his fists, his eyes reddening. "Blackie, help me to the car."
If a Chinese race car driver withdraws before the race even begins, he will become a laughingstock for all Chinese race car drivers in the future.
He will never allow anyone to look down on China.
"Stop fooling around."
The black man stopped the excited Shang Xun, swallowed hard, and said in a deep voice, "Miss Pei said she would come and told us not to worry. She also said... China will not lose."
There are less than ten minutes left before the start of the match.
But where is she?
If a competitor fails to enter the preparation lane five minutes before the start of the competition, it will be considered a voluntary forfeit.
"Sister Wu?"
Shang Xun clutched his fractured leg, his face pale. "Even if Sister Wu comes, it's no use. She has no points and isn't qualified to participate."
"..."
The black man remained silent; that was indeed the case.
so.
Even if Miss Pei has the ability, she can't participate.
With time running out, the Chinese spot remains vacant...
In the live video, many Chinese people began to hang their heads in dejection and silently put away their national flags.
Some were even already preparing to leave.
This competition...
It's completely over.
at this time.
On the other side.
"..."
Song Mingji stood in front of the sports car, his gaze fixed on the blank tenth track, his brows furrowed.
I never expected such an accident to happen.
Shang Xun injured his leg, and the racing legend J refused to show up...
It seems that China's motorsports industry is destined to come to a standstill.
"The last ten seconds..."
The host's voice announced the numbers.
The countdown is over.
The preparation channel will officially close. The fact that the Chinese players did not appear on time means that they have voluntarily withdrawn.
The score is 0.
“5-4-3…”
The host's voice was like a series of sharp swords, piercing the hearts of the audience.
They are mentally prepared to lose.
But to my utter surprise, I was unable to play.
What's with all the cheering and encouragement?
Don't stay and embarrass yourself.
"Let's go, let's go."
The fans made a commotion and started to leave.
“2-…”
Just before the last number was announced, another host, who spoke Chinese, excitedly exclaimed, "China's substitute player is in position!"
——
good evening.
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