After being read, the fake daughter became the group's favorite

Jing Yi looked at the silent phone and whispered to herself, "I told you not to come, but you can't just not send a message."

"Yiyi"

Jing Yi quickly put away his phone and looked at the person who came with a smile.

"Big Brother"

Jing Zeyou noticed Jing Yi's cover-up and smiled without exposing it, "The coach asked you to get ready." Jing Yi nodded quickly, "Okay, I'll go right away!"

Jing Zeyou looked at her back, worry flashing in his eyes. Was it really right for him not to participate?

It is obviously impossible to say that Jing Zeyou had anticipated the current situation between Jing Yi and Shen Huaichu, but this is indeed a problem he is worried about.

Jing Zeyou conducted a detailed investigation into Shen Huaichu's car accident that year, and also checked his situation over the years. Frankly speaking, the situation was not optimistic. What's more, Jing Yi is a racing driver.

Jing Zeyou sighed unconsciously and followed.

At the Shanchi Racing Circuit, people were shoulder to shoulder in the noisy stands. They were obviously paying close attention to this open tournament, or they were very interested in Jing Yi who won the championship.

It was just an exhibition match, and Jing Yi had not planned to be in the spotlight. Just showing up would be enough, but she saw someone who looked familiar.

Song Yuanye? Even after being exposed like this, how dare this person come out?

Jing Yi frowned slightly, a little surprised. He didn't expect to see this person here.

Thinking of what Shen Xi had told him about the hot searches before, Jing Yi secretly complained that the entertainment industry was not picky about anything.

On the other side, Song Yuanye has also been looking for Jing Yi.

He walked over, his lips slightly raised, "Long time no see, Miss Jing." The smile did not reach his eyes.

Jing Yi looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, "Mr. Song, what a coincidence." Song Yuanye's eyes were filled with hatred, "It is indeed a coincidence. I said before that I would challenge Miss Jing to a duel. Isn't this the opportunity for me?"

Jing Yi chuckled, with a mocking look in his eyes, "Compete? Do you mean compete in an exhibition match? Mr. Song really has aspirations."

As long as he could appear in the Super Bowl, Jing Yi would think he was a man. What kind of competition is this in the open tournament now?

Song Yuanye clenched his fists, his eyes filled with hostility.

Smile, it doesn’t matter, whether it’s an exhibition match or not, as long as he can beat Jing Yi, he can return to the top!

Song Yuanye thought almost paranoidly.

A few minutes later, Jing Yi looked at the list and smiled. Although she didn't know how Song Yuanye did it, her opponent was still Song Yuanye.

It just so happened that she was in a very bad mood and he ran into her.

At the same time, the Jing family also saw the list.

Jing Zeqian stood up suddenly, "Song Yuanye? How could it be him?!"

Jing Zeyou learned from Jing Zeqian about Song Yuanye's plan for Jing Yi, and frowned slightly, "He wants to step on Jing Yi to get to the top?" There was affirmation in his tone.

Both of them looked a little unhappy, and Lin Ruiqing and others began to worry unconsciously.

For some reason, Jing Zeqian had a bad feeling, "I'll ask them to re-rank the list!"

The sound of the race starting was heard, and Jing Zeyou looked solemnly at the red and silver cars on the track.

"That's too late……"

A sharp whistle broke the silence and the race began.

The two cars rushed out of the starting point like wild beasts, accelerating instantly, with the wind whistling past.

The first bend was approaching rapidly. Jing Yi gripped the steering wheel tightly, quickly switched gears, lightly stepped on the brake, and the rear end of the car swung forward. The car body slid perfectly into the bend. The tires rubbed violently against the ground, making a sharp scream.

The drifting action, as smooth as flowing water, instantly ignited the enthusiasm of the audience in the stands.

Song Yuanye was not willing to be outdone and followed closely behind. His silver sports car also entered the curve, but Jing Yi's red sports car had already opened up a gap with him.

The Open Cup is different from the Super Cup. It does not simply pursue speed, but is more of a show of skill. The racers will rush to the finish line only after they have finished running the fixed show-off track.

Jing Yi was already in a bad mood, and now she was in full swing. Her skills and experience were fully demonstrated at this moment.

She looked ahead with sharp eyes, swerved the steering wheel, and swung the rear end of the car violently, sliding through the curve at an almost perfect angle. The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground echoed in the air, pulling out huge thick smoke.

After seeing Jing Yi's level, the incompetent Song Yuanye became even more anxious and impatient at several key points. The car body slipped slightly and lost the best route.

Jing Yi glanced at the rearview mirror, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he held the steering wheel firmly with both hands, and accelerated towards the finish line.

The audience's cheers surged like a tide.

"Jing Yi! Jing Yi! Jing Yi!" They spontaneously shouted Jing Yi's name again.

Another failure was unacceptable to Song Yuanye.

He threw away his dignity and turned a deaf ear to the ridicule of netizens just to beat Jing Yi in the open tournament. But let alone beating Jing Yi, he couldn't even catch up with her car!

The louder the audience cheered, the more obvious the madness and despair in Song Yuanye's eyes became.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his hands trembling slightly, his knuckles white, and he kept muttering, "I'm the top star! I can't lose! I'm the top star!"

A strong sense of loss and anger instantly rushed into his mind.

Suddenly, Song Yuanye stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel. The silver-white racing car was driving with a hint of madness and rushed straight towards Jing Yi's red racing car.

Jing Yi just crossed the finish line, completely unaware of the danger behind her.

The audience's exclamations exploded in her ears. She turned back subconsciously and saw the silver-white racing car rushing towards her at an incredible speed.

Jing Yi's pupils suddenly shrank and he immediately turned the steering wheel to try to avoid it.

But it was too late.

The black car slammed into the back of the red car, and the violent impact threw Jing Yi's car violently towards the guardrail beside the track.

When Jing Yi realized that the collision was unavoidable, he subconsciously protected his vital parts, but his head was still hit.

The track was instantly thrown into chaos. No one expected such a thing to happen, and the audience's exclamations continued one after another.

"Ah! Jing Yi!"

"Jing Yi, get out of the way!"

"Is that person crazy?!"

"Hurry up and save them!!!"

"Call for help!"

"Yi!"

Jing Zeyou and others watched this scene and rushed downstairs in panic.

There was a buzzing in her ears, and the screams not far away were so clear. Her eyes were blurry, and gradually, she lost consciousness.

At the same time, the first figure to rush out from the stands not far away was Shen Huaichu.

He ran to the broken racing car like crazy, knelt on the ground, and tried to pry open the twisted door with his hands shaking violently.

His face was pale and his voice was trembling. "Yi Yi, Yi Yi, please pay attention to me, don't ignore me, please respond to me, Yi Yi, please talk to me, okay? Please..."

His hands were covered in blood, the entire palm was soaked with blood, veins on his arms were bulging, and he was scratching desperately.