Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot Chapter 212

Chapter 212: He Wants to Bring Back the Trophy for Gu Ci

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Gu Ci maintained a subtle yet not awkward smile.

Guj Ziyu playfully poked Jiang Junlin's chest and abs, drawing a conclusion, “I'm a Ph.D. and have done lots of reading, so don't try to deceive me; you're quite firm.”

Uncle's physique was the epitome of a man's body, and who wouldn't want a body like that when they grew up? Gu Ziyu gazed at Ji Chi's slender waist and remarked, “You seem quite soft.”

Jiang Junlin and Ji Chi were both dumbfounded.

Despite their contrasting sizes and different wavelengths, they conversed cheerfully, and no one felt uncomfortable. Jiang Junlin was genuinely impressed!

Zhou Jinjin felt like she had understood everything and was curling her toes in embarrassment.

At the door, Zhang Qiang maintained an awkward yet polite smile, observing Chen Fei. Chen Fei hadn't understood a word of their conversation, standing tall and stoic like a gatekeeper.

As the main event drew closer, the sports arena grew livelier. A large number of fans gathered, and waves of excitement dispelled the winter chill.

In the sky, fine snowflakes began to fall.

“First snow…” Gu Ziyu looked at the gently falling snow and felt concerned about the race track's conditions.

The weather had been perfect for training and racing in the past few days. Despite being winter, the sun had been shining brightly, and the wind was gentle, with minimal impact on the race cars. No one had expected the first snowfall, coupled with a gradual increase in wind speed.

“Why is it snowing? The weather forecast said it would snow after Christmas,” Gu Ziyu commented. “Racing is highly dependent on the environment.”

Gu Ziyu continued, “Ferrari's drivers are highly adaptable, excelling in various environments, including snow and deserts. I'm not sure how stable Lu Zhiyuan will be in these conditions. I've researched the profiles of the most competitive drivers in this race, and Ferrari's team has a better track record in extreme weather conditions compared to the Dynasty team.”

Gu Ci had thoroughly researched the profiles of the most competitive drivers in this particular race. She found that the entire Ferrari team tended to perform better than the Dynasty team in extreme weather conditions.

Historical data supported this claim.

Jiang Junlin watched Gu Ziyu, who appeared concerned, and lowered his gaze.

“Let's hope the snowfall slows down a bit!”

Perhaps hearing the collective prayers, the snowfall remained light and quickly melted on the ground. The racetrack was only slightly damp, with minimal impact, but the wind continued to strengthen.

Separated by the thin veil of snow, Pei Qiuying's gaze landed on their viewing stand, and a cold smile curled her lips.

As time ticked away, the main race began.

With two Dynasty drivers and one Ferrari driver competing for points, Gu Ziyu was nervously sweating in her palms. She had never felt this anxious, not even during her first surgery.

“Please, let Lu Zhiyuan win the championship. If he wins, I'll be a vegetarian for a week,” Zhou Jinjin folded her hands in prayer.

Everyone was stunned.

Lu Zhiyuan, starting from Pl, and the Ferrari driver Taixi starting from P2, were both top contenders for the championship. With closely contested points on the leaderboard, a significant race like this required strategic teamwork. Lu Zhiyuan and Taixi were experienced drivers who knew how to cooperate with their teammates.

Inside the car, Lu Zhiyuan knew where Gu Ci was in the VIP stands. Even though he couldn't see her from inside the car, he gave her a thumbs-up. For him, this was his battlefield, and he aimed to bring back the championship trophy for Gu Ci, making up for the regret he had in Lavis.

This touching moment was captured by the camera.

Gu Ci chuckled and said, “Lu Zhiyuan, go for it! You can do it!”

In the first lap, Lu Zhiyuan took the lead right from the start, with Taixi closely trailing behind. This Grand Prix consisted of a total of 69 laps, and the initial laps were relatively easy, often referred to as “safe gambling” since the drivers used this time to establish their positions.

Lu Zhiyuan's goal was to maintain his first-place position.

“Go, go, go…”

“Are they playing it like this?” Gu Ci stood up as the Dynasty team drivers, in coordination with Lu Zhiyuan, intentionally bumped the Ferrari team drivers out of the racetrack, all without breaking any rules. They had mastered the rulebook.

Zhou Jinjin was furious. “They've gone too far! That collision was intense. I hope everyone's okay.”

Accidents could happen in racing, and the thrill and risk of high-speed racing coexisted. Those drivers who lagged behind often aimed to secure their positions and finish the race safely, even if winning the championship was out of reach.

Lu Zhiyuan and Taixi maintained a slight one-second advantage in the initial laps. By the twelfth lap, Lu Zhiyuan had extended his lead to two seconds thanks to his exceptional driving skills.

The commentators remarked, “Lu Zhiyuan is remarkably steady today.”

“His racing style doesn't have the aggressiveness you'd expect from a twenty-year-old racer. He's composed and calm. However, if he remains this steady, there might be some risks today.”

“The Dynasty team has excellent stability as well.”

“Ferrari has three drivers, while Lu Zhiyuan is the sole representative for the Dynasty team. Facing a 1-011-3 situation, how will he manage? The overall championship is within reach.”

In the stands, Gu Ci was on edge as the Dynasty team's tactical cooperation failed, leaving Lu Zhiyuan to fend for himself in a 1-011-3 situation. The difficulty level was daunting, and she watched the racing cars maneuvering through the falling snow.

“You can do it.”

Zhou Jinjin's focus shifted to the Ferrari team's coordination. “They are ruthless. It looks like Lu Zhiyuan is facing a 1-011-3 situation.”

Three Ferrari drivers had entered the top ten positions. In the twenty-first lap, on a 2km straight track, one of the Ferrari drivers overtook into third place.

While Lu Zhiyuan continued leading, the two Ferrari drivers closely followed him. In a corner, Taixi and the third-place driver switched positions, with Taixi moving to third while the other driver took second.

“They are really pushing it!” Zhou Jinjin fumed. “They're willing to sacrifice a driver to bump Lu Zhiyuan.”

Having watched so many races, Zhou Jinjin had a knack for anticipating the action. In the twenty-eighth lap, a driver pulled a drift maneuver, causing Lu Zhiyuan to make a mistake in the corner and run off the track.

It wasn't a rule violation, but it disrupted Lu Zhiyuan's rhythm without hindering him from continuing the race.

The audience erupted with passionate cheers, shouts, and excitement, nearly overturning the open-air venue.

Gu Ci exclaimed, “Oh my God!”

After re-entering the track, Lu Zhiyuan, with his remarkable stability and extraordinary composure, managed to regain control of his car and return to the race. However, he had fallen behind and was now in fifth place.

“Lu Zhiyuan, Lu Zhiyuan…” The audience cheered, offering their encouragement.

The commentators also couldn't hide their anxiety. With Lu Zhiyuan in fifth place and the three cars ahead all belonging to Ferrari, the race had reached its 30th lap. Trying to overtake and take on three drivers was nearly impossible, and the hopes of the domestic audience were dwindling.

This was the charm of racing; no one could maintain the lead indefinitely. Unpredictable events and thrilling moments made it an exhilarating sport. Everyone on the track was an exceptional driver.

Lu Zhiyuan was frustrated by the tactics of the Ferrari drivers but quickly regained his composure. He prepared to make a comeback but realized that his DRS had malfunctioned. Without DRS, he couldn't activate the overtaking assist, making it difficult to pass or defend against other drivers, and it even hindered his speed to some extent..

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