Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Chapter 355 Winning the Championship; A fight broke out, Zero1 kicked Scott away; Are Chinese driver

Commentator: "That thrilling moment just now really made me sweat for Zero, but thankfully, it was a safe bet. Zero lived up to everyone's expectations and completed the comeback. Scott, on the other hand, played with fire and got burned, and even took the innocent, unlucky Jack with him."

Dariya looked at the Ferrari team on the track in a terrible state, her face twisted with anger: "A bunch of losers!"

The black W-11 once again took first place on the track.

There was no more hindrance to the W-11 after that.

The journey was smooth.

The W-11 accelerated rapidly all the way, breaking its own record three times in the last three laps, and even ran a terrifying record of 59 seconds in the last lap, which made the audience excited.

The commentator gave a passionate commentary.

At the moment of sprinting to the finish line, shouts surged.

After sprinting to the finish line, the W-11 did not stop, but started a lap around the field to celebrate as a champion.

Fans outside the safety net cheered loudly.

Hearing his grandfather slowly exhale, the little guy turned his head to look at him and said gently, "Sister didn't tie it."

Wen Li's celebration around the track hadn't ended yet, and Lu Xixiao's heart hadn't completely settled down yet. He said to the little guy, "Jing Yuan still doesn't want to learn racing."

The little guy: "If you want to learn, send me a letter to pay the tuition."

He has already told his sister about it.

Lu Xixiao: "It's not about tuition, it's too dangerous."

The drivers gathered around their cars.

Zero's celebration was deafening.

A Chinese driver took out a red flag from his pocket, unfolded it, held it high with excitement on his face, and jumped up and down towards the Chinese fans who were shouting at him in the stands.

Scott looked gloomily at the annoying Chinese driver standing beside him. After enduring for a while, the other driver still didn't calm down. Scott said impatiently, "A third place is just a lucky find, so why are you so happy about it?"

Another driver who had also lost the race joined in, saying, "Kid, go celebrate somewhere else if you want to, you're making so much noise."

Everyone was celebrating, and it wasn't just him. The Chinese driver, sensing he was being targeted, wasn't one to back down. He immediately retorted to Scott in English, "Picking it up? Did you guys just crash on purpose? Just to give me third place? Then you're really nice people. After all, we don't even know each other."

Scott's eyes turned cold: "Boy, is this your first time participating in the F1 Grand Prix?"

Chinese driver: "So what? Thanks to you two, I was able to bring glory to my country in my first F1 race."

Scott and Jack's faces darkened at the same time.

"This kid is really too proud. He even dared to mess with Scott and Jack. He doesn't want to stay in the racing world anymore."

"Where did this new guy come from who doesn't know the rules?"

"He'd better have a strong background, otherwise he can get out of here."

"He charged right into Scott's gun. This guy is so brave."

The other drivers all shook their heads at this young and energetic Chinese driver who was fearless like a newborn calf.

Jack: "Don't be so arrogant, kid. Be respectful to your seniors. And the fact that you got the third light today is largely due to luck."

The Chinese driver curled his lips, then restrained himself a bit, whispering, "So, was losing to Zero just bad luck?"

Scott: "What did you say?! Say it to me again."

The audience was either celebrating Zero's victory or cursing the Ferrari team, and the gathered drivers suddenly started fighting.

The camera watched the excitement and the picture soon appeared on the electronic screen. Everyone saw that the drivers were gathered together. The scene was a bit chaotic. Jack pulled Scott away and said, "Forget it, Scott, don't go too far."

Reporters and media outside the safety net were snapping photos frantically.

As soon as Scott was pulled away, the Chinese driver on the ground got up and kicked Scott in the abdomen.

Scott felt pain and was furious. He pushed Jack away and started fighting with the Chinese driver.

The Chinese driver was not at an advantage in terms of size and was quickly knocked down by Scott, who pressed him to the ground and kicked him.

There were so many drivers nearby, but no one tried to stop Scott's violence.

Not to mention that it was Scott who beat the person, even if it was other drivers, if they saw that the person being beaten was a Chinese driver, they would also choose to stay out of it.

What's more, they are in competition with other drivers.

The Chinese spectators in the stands and outside the safety net shouted at Scott, called out to the police outside the stadium, and threw their drink bottles at Scott.

But nothing could stop Scott from venting his emotions.

When Scott raised his foot to kick the Chinese driver's back again, Scott's calf was kicked away by the other foot.

The unbearable pain made Scott scream. The 1.9-meter-tall man was kicked to the ground. Scott hugged his calf with a look of pain on his face.

He wondered if his bones were broken by the kick.

When the millions of spectators at the scene saw the people who stepped forward to stop the situation through the electronic screen, they were all shocked.

I didn't expect that among so many people around, the only one who tried to stop the car was a woman. At first, when I saw Zero park his car and walk over there, pushing aside the drivers blocking the road one by one, I thought he wanted to join in and watch the fun.

What shocked them even more was that the skinny Zero could easily knock Scott over with one kick.

Wen Li reached out to the Chinese driver on the ground and pulled him up. Then he squatted down and picked up the national flag that was trampled on the ground, dusted it off, and held it in his hand.

Scott was helped up by Jack. He glared at Zero: "Why are you meddling in other people's business?"

Zero rolled up his goggles, revealing his eyes. A cold voice rang out through his helmet: "You're relying on the team to not be afraid of being banned. I can also rely on the team to get you banned. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

As soon as these words came out, the Chinese audience at the scene became fans of Zero, and Zero's fan army expressed that they loved him even more.

Scott stared at those eyes, and even though he was angry, he had to hold it in. After all, Zero's status in the racing world and the team behind him were no less than his.

But I can't afford to lose face by being intimidated like this.

Jack, who was standing beside him, knew Scott's character very well, so he immediately tried to help Scott back down. He said to the Chinese driver who had been beaten, "Boy, apologize to Scott and let this matter be forgotten today."

So that Scott can get off the hook.

Unexpectedly, the Chinese driver was very tough. Even after being beaten, he still didn't behave like a human being: "Why? You were the first to speak rudely and you were the first to hit me. You are the one who should apologize."

Zero: "Apologize."

Scott looked at Zero, who seemed to be giving him an order, but he ignored him and said to the Chinese driver, "Kid, you'd better have stronger connections than me, otherwise your racing career is over. Don't think that third place is really your own skill. With your Chinese drivers' rubbish driving skills, entering the F1 track is already your limit. There will never be a place for Chinese drivers like you in the racing world. It's too early for you to be arrogant."

Zero: "Chinese drivers are rubbish? They won't have any status?"