The Fake Young Master Just Want to Win Glory for the Country

Chapter 44: Awake

Chapter 44: Awake

fifteen minutes ago.

When the orange-red car and the silver car collided heavily, the broadcast studio cut the camera right away. On the high-definition screen, everyone could see that the No. 18 car was thrown into the air due to inertia, lost control, and slammed onto the track.

Countless debris splashed out, and the pungent gasoline smell filled the entire track in an instant. The audience in the grandstand area all stood up when they saw this scene, and their eyes widened in shock.

"Gosh, this is definitely the biggest crash of the season!" "It's Blake's responsibility. He was too eager to overtake, and he didn't grasp the distance at all."

"I think it's Xu Xizhou's problem. He knows that the car behind him is going to overtake him, so he should leave enough space for Blake. If I want to say, Xu Xizhou has no driver's grace at all, narrow-minded and self-sufficient."

"I also think there is a problem with No. 18. He can surpass others, but he can't accept others surpassing him. He is too small."

Wang Miao has also lived abroad for a few years. He doesn't speak English very well, but normal communication is absolutely no problem, and he can naturally understand the discussions of the middle-aged white people next to him. He clenched the bag of potato chips in his hand, stood up abruptly, and grabbed the collar of the white man who said Xu Xizhou had done it himself.

"You repeat, whose responsibility is it?"

The white man spread his hands and looked unhappy, "Hey, buddy, don't be so excited. Do you want me to call security?"

"Wang Miao, aren't you ill, why are you crazy here?"

Zhang Yan's voice came from behind. He saw the whole accident clearly. After all, have experience in racing, and can see that 90% of the blame for this crash lies with Black.

Although he looked at Xu Xizhou's outstanding performance at first, he was somewhat jealous, and even secretly hoped that he would overturn the car. But something really happened to Xu Xizhou at this moment. Hearing others mocking Xu Xizhou wantonly, he felt a little uncomfortable.

When he saw Wang Miao who was about to fight someone on impulse, he couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly grabbed him.

"Xu Xizhou is in the ambulance, do you still have the heart to quarrel with people here?"

"Leave me alone!"

Wang Miao sighed and realized that now is not the time to quarrel. Unfortunately, the audience in the stands couldn't enter the paddock either. He had to hurry to find out which hospital Xu Xizhou was sent to.

Wang Miao glanced at where he was sitting, and frowned suddenly, "Isn't Lu Rong sitting next to you? What about others?"

When Zhuang Jingchun arrived at the hospital, the gate was already surrounded by media reporters. F2's Italian race was followed by tens of thousands of spectators. As soon as the crash happened, it became a hot search in European countries, and the attention was higher than any F2 race.

He went in through the stairs of the side door and went to the operating room, where the team manager and several engineers were waiting anxiously.

"I don't care what method you use to get those reporters to leave." Zhuang Jingchun said solemnly.

It was the first time the team manager saw him get so angry, he nodded quickly and asked his assistant to follow him downstairs.

After Zhuang Jingchun said that sentence, it seemed that she had spent a lot of effort, and her whole person was a little tired. He glanced in the direction of the operating room, found the nearest bench, and sat down slowly.