The car suddenly flipped over!
All the audience at the scene held their breath.
A rollover at a racing event is a very serious accident. Once the race progress is hindered, it’s hard to catch up, not to ntion the potential for injury.
Zhou Yu tightly controlled the steering wheel, increased the throttle, and forcefully adjusted the direction. After the car tilted at a 45-degree angle and made an S-turn, it finally returned to the track.
"Phew—"
Though it was only a matter of seconds, it felt like an eternity for the fans of the Imperial Team.
Last year, Rain God withdrew due to an injury. If he loses the championship again this year because of a mistake, he might have to retire.
Even though he managed to control the accident just now, it still cost him ti, and car No. 1 from A Continent has already left him half a track behind.
Zhou Yu remained ntally strong. Despite being behind, he still made a strong push to catch up.
Fans in the audience were inspired by his unwillingness to give up, cheering desperately: "Rain God, rise! Rain God, rise!"
anwhile, Qin Xin in the coach’s seat cast her gaze towards the spot where Zhou Yu had flipped earlier.
The grass beside that part of the track was darker, as if sothing had been poured on it.
She narrowed her eyes, a faint cold light flashed, as the grass at her feet, with its verdant leaves, trembled slightly, gently rubbing against the soles of her shoes as if to curry favor.
At this mont, Zhou Yu, who was in pursuit, ran into another problem.
After a screeching roar, his engine suddenly stalled!
He tried to restart it, but it wouldn’t start.
The anxious staff were sweating bullets, while the off-site referee was already counting down: "Ten seconds, nine seconds..."
According to the race rules, if a participant stalls mid-race and can’t restart within ten seconds, they must exit, to be replaced by a substitute.
Jun Ruyi heard the countdown and stood up from her seat with a "swish—".
She tugged at her zip-up jacket, instantly revealing the sleek racing suit beneath.
Flaming red, extrely eye-catching!
Seizing the rare chance to replace Zhou Yu, her expression was one of excitent.
The Imperial Team fans in the audience were also familiar with her, and upon seeing her stand, waved vigorously: "Sister Jun, go! Finish the race for Rain God, we can’t lose to those bunch of freaks from A Continent!"
Hu Yi excitedly turned back to Ao Xinghao and said, "Ao Chongchong, didn’t I tell you? Sister Jun is amazing. She’s the only one who can save the day at critical tis."
Jun Ruyi proudly lifted her chin: "Watch ."
She was the number one female racer in the country; no one else could take Zhou Yu’s place.
Even the foreign fan groups, upon seeing this female racer stand up and dash towards the track, couldn’t help but shout slogans: "Wow, a female racer, how rare!"
"It’s been years since a female racer appeared on the F1 International Formula Racing circuit."
"And one who can replace Zhou Yu!"
"However, Zhou Yu fell behind by several seconds due to the flip and is now delayed another ten seconds due to engine failure. Can this female racer reverse the situation?"
"Don’t set too high a bar for won; it’s quite sothing if she can just finish the race for Zhou Yu."
"That’s true. If the n can’t beat our A Continent, how can such fragile creatures as won make a ripple?"
"The champion car No. 1 this year is definitely still ours!"
While everyone’s gaze was focused on Zhou Yu, who couldn’t start his car, and Jun Ruyi, who was rushing to the track.
Almost no one noticed that Qin Xin’s seat in the coach’s area was empty.
Only Nalan Ye Jue’s gaze deepened slightly, as he saw, beside the track where Zhou Yu’s car was, a slender figure in a black and white racing suit.
Charismatic and quite impressive!
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