Chapter 197

Various teams had arrived at the venue early, nervously and orderly conducting the final preparations. The mechanics of the racing teams whispered to each other, their tools gleaming with a metallic luster. They occasionally crouched down to adjust the vehicle\'s chassis, and at other times stood up to check the engine\'s condition.

The stands surrounding the track were already filled with spectators from all over; this is just the situation at the Jiangbei branch site. The audience wore various racing suits and supporter banners, excitedly discussing their favorite drivers and teams.

Journalists and photographers shuttle back and forth in the work area of the motorcade, capturing every exciting moment, though the person they most wanted to photograph was nowhere to be found.

Jing Zeyou and Jing Zeqian had arranged the venue and personnel early to ensure Jing Yi would not be disturbed by these people.

Those around them gradually noticed the difference between Jing Yi and other racers.

Those who could qualify for the GT Super Cup were all backed by teams, where the protagonist was not necessarily just one person. Sometimes, for the team\'s collective victory, racers had to make sacrifices.

But Jing Yi\'s team served only her. From the team manager and coach to the mechanics.

Of course, the team manager was taken care of by Jing Zeqian. He claimed that on the same track, no one had a richer business background than him. And even if he couldn\'t match up, there was Jing Zeyou behind him.

Thus, a team exclusively for Jing Yi was formed. Some racers would make snide remarks when they saw this, nothing more than comments about how low the level of skill was, yet the attitude was quite pretentious.

But who let them not have a background from the Jing family.

However, after this incident, these people were determined to give Jing Yi a lesson on the racetrack.

Meanwhile, Jing Yi was unaware of so many people aiming to surpass her. She was currently conducting the final checks and adjustments with her mechanic team.

Jing Yi wore a black racing suit, looking cold yet powerful, with her helmet quietly resting by her side.

Jing Zeqian stood by her side, nagging about safety precautions.

Time ticked away, and the announcement came from the broadcast, signaling it was time to head to the starting line.

"We\'ll be waiting for you in the stands," Jing Zeyou said with a gentle and encouraging expression on his handsome face. Behind him stood Jing Zejun, Lin Ruiqing, Jing Beicheng, Shen Huaichu, Shen Xi, Gu Lin, and Li Chengsheng.

Her family, loved ones, and friends were all present. Jing Yi took a deep breath and smiled, her smile unrestrained and flamboyant.

At the starting line of the racetrack, the cars were lined up in a row, their colorful paint jobs gleaming.

Jing Yi stood beside her car, attracting numerous glances—some from fellow racers, others from the audience. The gazes ranged from doubt and ridicule to those simply waiting for a show.

It seemed they were all very interested in this female racer who had appeared at the Shanchi Racing Track.

"Yi Yi! Go for it!"

Amidst the noisy environment, a clear voice rang out. Jing Yi looked up to see a girl with a ponytail waving a banner enthusiastically.

Among the sea of racing enthusiasts, she stood out. This was the first time Jing Yi had heard someone cheering for her at the racetrack.

Jing Yi smiled and waved back, her eyes sparkling, and her cheeks dimpling deeply.

A distinct scoff sounded beside her. Jing Yi turned to see a middle-aged man.

When Jing Yi looked over, he didn\'t shy away but instead smiled mockingly, "Miss Jing, black doesn\'t suit you. Pink would look better." His eyes were filled with ridicule.

Ever since he learned that Jing Yi would participate in this GT Super Cup, he had been displeased. This was racing, not a place for girls to play house. What did the Jing family matter? This sacred place should not become a playground for women.

Jing Yi chuckled, not in a hurry to retort. Instead, she said nonchalantly, "Colors have no gender. But just because you have a beard doesn\'t make you a man."

The man with a bit of a beard\'s expression changed.

Jing Yi glanced at him, snorted coldly, then slowly put on her helmet, tightened her gloves, and felt the security of the tight fit against her skin. She climbed into the cockpit, gripped the steering wheel, and pressed her foot on the accelerator, feeling the slight vibration of the engine.

The start of the race was just a command away, and the entire venue was filled with tension and anticipation. All eyes were focused on this imminent moment.

Jing Yi looked up at the sky. Dark clouds rolled in, gradually covering the entire sky. The heavy clouds pressed down, making it hard to breathe.

Distant thunder rumbled, low and powerful. The trees on both sides of the track swayed violently in the wind, their leaves rustling. The air was filled with a dampness.

It seemed this race wouldn\'t be as smooth as she had imagined. Jing Yi silently adjusted her race strategy.

Meanwhile, in the VIP room where the Jing family and Shen Huaichu were watching the race.

Shen Huaichu stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his gaze fixed on the dazzling red sports car where Jing Yi was seated in the cockpit.Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

The roar of engines from all directions reached him, even faintly, causing him discomfort—a kind of indescribable torment.

Like the weather, his mood was overshadowed by a heavy shadow.

Shen Huaichu clenched his fists, his fingers turning white from the pressure, his knuckles making faint sounds.

Each time the roar of a racing car passed by, his brow would involuntarily furrow, but he tried his best to remain calm.

The first to notice Shen Huaichu\'s discomfort was Gu Lin. Strictly speaking, he had been watching Shen Huaichu the entire time, afraid he wouldn\'t be able to hold on.

Although Shen Huaichu\'s expression changes were subtle, Gu Lin, having known him for nearly twenty years, could tell Shen Huaichu was feeling unwell.

Seeing that everyone else was focused on the start of the race, Gu Lin quietly approached Shen Huaichu and whispered, "Brother, are you alright?"

Shen Huaichu closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them again, returning to his usual indifference. He shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the racing car.

Gu Lin sighed inwardly, feeling helpless. He had wanted to suggest that his brother go outside to wait during the race, as it was a endurance race and wouldn\'t end for several hours.

But seeing Shen Huaichu\'s current state, Gu Lin knew he didn\'t need to say anything, because Shen Huaichu wouldn\'t listen.

The countdown to the start of the race began.

Everyone\'s eyes were glued to the countdown display. "Start!" The signal light turned green instantly.

In an instant, all the racing cars shot out from the starting line like arrows, the sound of tires rubbing against the ground and engines roaring blending together. The GT Super Cup race officially began.