Chapter 125 Holy crap, is Sister Wu really that versatile?
Could it be—
Was he one of her brothers, whom she had never met?
Pei Jinwu stared intently, carefully observing the man before her.
She looks a lot like Jiang Jibai...
As for Song Mingji...
If we had to find a similarity, it would be that they both have black hair.
Could it be a coincidence, or is she overthinking it?
"oh."
Pei Jinwu didn't ask any more questions, only leaving the words "I will get back to you today".
Back in the lounge.
Then, he picked up his phone and contacted Lou Ying: "Could you check on Song Mingji for me?"
Whether he is her adopted brother or not can be easily found out with a simple investigation.
——
I changed my clothes.
Pei Jinwu went to the infirmary.
"Fog, J God!"
Upon seeing her appear, Shang Xun, who had been lying on the hospital bed feeling utterly hopeless, immediately sat up straight and stammered out a message.
Who would have thought that the person who taught him the skills was his idol... J God.
He truly didn't recognize a great man's worth.
No wonder.
Sister Wu can easily beat expensive motorcycles with just a small electric scooter.
He even wanted to demonstrate with them...
Thinking about it now, I wish I could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"Um."
Pei Jinwu raised her chin and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"
"It's a fracture, but not too serious. She needs to rest for a while." Shang Shiyan stood up, offering the chair to Pei Jinwu, and stood next to her. "Sit here."
"oh."
Pei Jinwu glanced at the man, obediently sat down, and skillfully handed him her schoolbag.
"Sister Wu..."
Shang Xun was extremely aggrieved, her eyes red as she accused, "Those sons of bitches from Country Y, they actually resorted to scheming and trickery."
"And Sister Wu, since you had an accident halfway through, they definitely can't escape responsibility either." Shang Xun clenched his fists, his face full of anger. "What a pity..."
"The black guy said that there were gaps in the stadium's surveillance footage, and a lot of footage was missing."
"The video was sent back to headquarters for repair, but it was unsuccessful."
They're all race car drivers; who wouldn't see through these little tricks?
Country Y is the culprit.
But unfortunately—
This matter involves China.
The headquarters already looked down on people of Asian descent, so naturally they favored people from Europe.
If it can't be recovered, then it can't be recovered.
The conclusion has been reached: it has nothing to do with country Y.
unless--
China can produce solid evidence.
Is surveillance footage missing?
Upon hearing this, Pei Jinwu let out a cold laugh.
If she remembered correctly, this was the third time that Country Y had done something like this.
Is this the only inferior method you know?
According to the rules.
Three malicious races will result in a permanent disqualification from racing.
Not only in international competitions, but in any competition worldwide, Country Y will no longer be eligible to participate.
Pei Jinwu's gaze fell on the broadcast video.
The black man was arguing his case, but the result he got was... the surveillance footage was missing and could not be recovered.
They were certain that even if they suspected it was done by people from country Y, they couldn't produce any evidence.
This matter will likely end without any resolution, just like the previous two times.
In the video.
The three little bastards from Country Y were chatting and laughing with complete impunity.
Although they lost this race, at most they won't qualify for the next F1 season.
But with their "methods," they might be able to climb back up from ordinary competitions in a few years and return to the arena.
I wonder how many people will be harmed by them.
"If I ever have the chance to compete against these beasts again, I will absolutely not let them off the hook."
Shang Xun gritted his teeth, feeling both angry and powerless.
"Chance?"
Pei Jinwu lazily withdrew her gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips, her voice languid yet icy, "I don't think they'll have a chance to compete again."
"Sister Wu, what do you mean?"
Shang Xun suddenly looked at Pei Jinwu and asked, puzzled.
“Give them a lesson.”
Pei Jinwu smiled faintly, took out his phone, and dialed Black Ghost's number: "Tell headquarters and the referee that we have the original video."
"The original video?" The black man, his voice hoarse from arguing, reminded him, "J God, we only have fifteen minutes for the appeal. Even if we get a hacker expert to recover it, it's too late."
The headquarters is clearly biased towards people from country Y.
That's disgusting.
"Fifteen minutes?" Pei Jinwu sneered, then said in a deep voice, "Five minutes is enough."
The words fell.
Pei Jinwu put her phone aside and looked at the computer in Feng Xing's hand.
"Miss Pei."
Fengxing immediately handed it over and placed it securely in her hands.
"Do you need any help?"
Shang Shiyan wiped the sweat from her forehead and asked softly.
"Need not."
Pei Jinwu's ten fingers flew across the keyboard, countless programming symbols jumping across the screen, dazzling Shang Xun.
Damn it.
Is Sister Wu really that versatile?
——
The competition venue.
The black man was still arguing with headquarters and people from Country Y.
"If China cannot provide complete surveillance video on time, we will handle each other's reports in accordance with the rules."
The person from headquarters said coldly, "You have two minutes left."
"..."
The people of country Y were full of confidence, and some even started smoking.
They have a very close relationship with headquarters.
If it weren't for the last time when they "stirred things up," giving the other side a handle to cancel their results.
How did we end up competing for rankings with the inferior yellow race of China?
They were lucky to win this time.
Once the storm has passed...
They can communicate with headquarters, find any excuse to eliminate the teams at the bottom of the rankings, and Y can still get back on the track.
“We definitely have evidence,” the black man retorted, tilting his chin up, while contacting Shang Xun: “What’s going on? Where’s the evidence?”
Shang Xun remained completely calm: "Why rush me? If God J says it's okay, then it's okay!"
At this moment, Shang Xun was completely a fanboy of J God.
Sister Wu said that China would not lose, and it did not lose.
She said if she could restore the surveillance footage, she definitely could too.
only--
He couldn't understand how Sister Wu, an eighteen-year-old student, knew so much.
This must have been incredibly embarrassing for him!
As the time drew ever closer, just as the audience's patience was wearing thin—
Suddenly, the complete surveillance video was played on several huge screens at the scene.
In the video.
Footage shows that Country Y deliberately caused an accident, resulting in Shang Xun's injury.
At the same time, it was filmed that Y country's top race car driver was throwing screws into a Chinese race car.
They did it very discreetly, believing that even if the video were recovered, their faces would not be clearly visible.
Who would have thought—
This video enlarges their faces significantly and restores them to exceptional clarity.
Not to mention facial features, even the pimples and hairs on the face are clearly visible.
In an instant.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
Then, they shouted in unison to tell the "Y country athletes" to get out of China.
"How could this be..."
The three contestants looked deathly pale and tried to argue, "This surveillance footage is fake."
"..."
The staff at headquarters suddenly looked at the three contestants from Country Y, wanting to argue on their behalf.
The event was broadcast live globally.
Faced with the evidence, they were speechless.
final.
According to regulations, headquarters announced: Y country is permanently disqualified from participating in any competitions.
They will no longer be seen on any competition field in the future.
at the same time.
Three drivers from Country Y will be prosecuted by China for illegal and dangerous racing and will face varying degrees of criminal penalties.
Amidst the jeers and condemnation of the crowd, the three were taken away by security personnel.
The farce has ended, and the awards ceremony is now underway.
Pei Jinwu closed her laptop.
They found Song Mingji's contact information through "tricks".
I agree to your suggestion. Come see me at the infirmary. —J God
I received a text message.
Song Mingji rushed to the infirmary, contacting Pei Jinwu as he ran.
【Pei, I've got J in touch. I've done what I promised you, shouldn't you fulfill your promise to me?】
[At the F1 race car medical room, J.J. and I are waiting for you.]
The message was sent successfully, and Song Mingji entered the infirmary at that moment.
The next second.
He then saw a little girl sitting in a chair, eating ice cream.
Pei Jinwu?
Song Mingji was stunned. Hadn't he just sent the text message?
How did she get here so quickly?
——
good evening.
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