"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.

"Boss, I see that you look very bad. Would you like something to drink?"

An engineer came over tentatively with hot coffee.

Zhuang Jingchun shook her head and whispered:

"Go and rest, I'll just be here."

He was alone in the quiet corridor. He lowered his head silently for a long time before slowly raising his head and looking at the door of the operating room.

He remembered the scene where Xu Xizhou said goodbye to him at the airport. He promised Xu Xizhou that he would definitely go to Monza to watch his game. The boy was held in his arms, his black eyes sparkling with joy and anticipation.

"Goodbye Monza then."

He now desperately wishes time could stop at that moment.

He used to feel that the two still had a lot of time, so even if the love in his heart had reached an uncontrollable level, he would not easily express his feelings for the sake of ridiculous self-esteem.

I always feel that the one who speaks first seems to lose.

However, at this time, he realized how wrong he was.

God will not give him opportunities again and again. What he thought he was going to get was actually as fragile as a bubble and could leave him at any time.

His self-esteem and desire to win, which he would never give up, were all worthless in front of Xu Xizhou.

A faint smell of disinfectant filled the air.

When Xu Xizhou woke up, the first thing he felt was the pain in his neck, as if being oppressed by a boulder. He frowned slightly, and was about to reach out to touch his neck, but found a thick white bandage wrapped around his right hand.

In an instant, all the pictures of the crash came up. There was a vague tingling sensation deep in the brain, and a slight dizziness. He had to close his eyes again.

Suddenly, there was a sound of the door of the ward being pushed open. Doctors and nurses came in and examined his whole body. Xu Xizhou let them play with it and didn't bother to open his eyes. When the doctor and nurse left, he suddenly felt a different line of sight, like a weight, falling on his face.

He seemed to have a feeling, opened his eyes, and saw a pair of familiar green eyes.

"Uh... let you see a joke."

Xu Xizhou did not expect such a scene when Monza sees Zhuang Jingchun again. He felt somewhat ashamed of himself.

When he was only one step away from the championship, he crashed.

"Are you just worried about letting me see jokes?" Zhuang Jingchun stared at him quietly.

"Is there any discomfort on your body?"

"It feels okay, but my head is a little dizzy and my neck is uncomfortable." Xu Xizhou tried to move his body. Fortunately, although his wrist was injured, he was not broken, and he could move his legs.

"By the way, how is Blake?"

"I don't know."

"Then... is the game over? Who won the championship?"

"I don't know."

Xu Xizhou was a little confused, "Don't you watch the news? Although the race will be suspended after hitting the car, it will continue after that. Show me your phone, I want to see who won the championship."

Xu Xizhou said a lot, and found that Zhuang Jingchun was still standing there motionless, but his green eyes were particularly deep, staring at him without blinking.

Xu Xizhou finally realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He leaned against the pillow and looked at Zhuang Jingchun hesitantly.