Speed ​​God

Chapter 100 Completely Lost
“There’s no need to be so moved. My admirers are already lining up in Rome.” Lorenzo waved his hand, but his chin was held high and his nostrils flared, giving off a “hurry up and praise me, hurry up and admire me with adoring eyes” look. His smug expression was really irritating.

Lu Zhizhou swallowed back all the little bit of emotion he felt, but finally couldn't help but say, "No, I'm just worried about what will happen if your dad breaks your legs."

Lorenzo's expression immediately fell. "In your eyes, am I just a spoiled rich kid who doesn't care about anything? I worked so hard to convince the company to provide this funding, okay? It was sponsored in Brembo's name!"

Lu Zhizhou gently raised his chin. "So, if it all goes down the drain, Mr. Moretti won't be angry?"

Lorenzo: ...

After a pause, Lorenzo realized he had been led astray and smiled again. "I'm not worried about wasting my time. Who am I sponsoring? Lu Zhizhou, the next racing god. I'm waiting for you to show your prowess on the track, and then the whole paddock will look at me with admiration and praise my wisdom."

“You should know that Todd has been keeping an eye on you. When I talked to the company about this, they were already familiar with you.”

Lu Zhizhou was taken aback. "Nicholas Todd?"

Lorenzo shook his head. "Jean Todt."

Lu Zhizhou did not hide his surprise.

Lorenzo noticed. "What, hasn't he contacted you?"

Lu Zhizhou was increasingly confused. "No, never. In fact, after the Maranello test, I never heard from him again. I thought he might have completely forgotten about that little incident. After all, the FIA ​​president is too busy to pay attention to such trivial matters."

Lorenzo pursed his lips. "Indeed, I also thought he was far removed from the front lines of the paddock. Who knows, maybe he sees a Schumacher in you?"

"Ha. Ha. That's hilarious. Lorenzo, you've never been this funny."

While joking and teasing each other, Lu Zhizhou and Lorenzo returned to their hotel, excitedly discussing the exciting F1 qualifying session and eagerly anticipating tomorrow's race.

Amidst the elegant attire and graceful movements, Lu Zhizhou's trip to Monaco was truly fruitful. Two important sponsorships helped him take another step forward with the ART team, and the heavy door to the world of Formula racing seemed to have been pushed open a little more, with more dawn breaking through the darkness and shining down, promising a bright future.

Ding.

The elevator doors opened, and a figure stumbled out, not looking where he was going, and crashed head-on into Lorenzo, who almost fell over.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" Lorenzo roared.

However, the man seemed not to hear at all. He had already fallen to the ground but didn't care. He got up on his hands and feet and continued to rush forward.

But his balance and center of gravity were completely out of control, and like a juggler, he tripped himself up again.

Pfft!
It crashed heavily to the ground with a dull thud.

Even Lorenzo gasped, too embarrassed to continue scolding, but the man was completely oblivious to the onlookers' gazes and just scrambled to his feet.

Lu Zhizhou stepped forward, reached out and helped the other person up, his eyes filled with worry, "Xia Er?"

Lu Zhizhou was not mistaken; the young man in front of him was indeed Leclerc.

But the usually sunny Leclerc was completely lost at this moment, his eyes unfocused and soulless, like a deep black hole.

Leclerc didn't notice Lu Zhizhou either, but pushed him away, muttering unconsciously, "Sorry, really sorry."

Then, Leclerc pushed Lu Zhizhou aside and continued to stagger out.

Lorenzo recognized Leclerc at this moment, his mouth agape in astonishment, not understanding what was going on. This afternoon, Leclerc had just won pole position at the Monaco Grand Prix, riding high on his success, so why did he look so dejected now?

Lu Zhizhou's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, and his heart sank heavily. He had no time to think, so he quickly chased after him. Seeing that Leclerc was about to fall again, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed Leclerc's arm, but before he could exert any force, Leclerc dragged him to his knees.

Leclerc's knees slammed into the ground, and if Lu Zhizhou hadn't pulled him back to cushion the impact, his knees would probably be bruised by now. Lu Zhizhou moved to face Leclerc and slapped his cheek hard. "Cial! Wake up!"

Finally, Leclerc's scattered focus refocused. "Zhizhou, hurry, I need to hurry, Dad, Dad is critically ill, I need to go to the hospital."

Panic, brokenness, and listlessness.

There was neither fear nor sorrow; it was as if the soul had been forgotten in the darkness, lost and disoriented, to the point that it had forgotten how to react properly.

Lu Zhizhou's heart was jolted, and he briefly forgot to breathe. "Xia Er, I'll take you to the hospital."

Leclerc shook off Lu Zhizhou's arm. "I, I... I need to hurry. The hospital, I need to get there now, there's no time."

Lu Zhizhou watched Leclerc's stumbling figure. "Lorenzo, the car keys."

Without hesitation, Lorenzo pulled the car keys out of his pocket and tossed them to Lu Zhizhou.

Lu Zhizhou glanced at Lorenzo. "Thank you."

Lorenzo waved his hand. "Stay calm and be careful."

Lu Zhizhou didn't have time to say anything more. He quickly caught up with Leclerc and grabbed him again. "Charles, I'll drive. Trust me, we'll get to the hospital right now."

“Charles, I don’t know the way. I need you to wake up and guide me to the hospital. Mr. Leclerc is waiting for you. Can you do that?”

Leclerc seemed to finally come to his senses, took a deep breath, but couldn't speak, only nodding haphazardly.

Lu Zhizhou led Leclerc to the Ferrari that had just been parked by the roadside, its engine still slightly warm. The two got in and drove off.

A fierce wind howled, rushing towards us.

Lu Zhizhou glanced at Leclerc through the rearview mirror. He tried to say something but found himself at a loss for words.

He, who was always quick-witted, found language so impoverished and powerless. What should he say? Standing before birth, aging, sickness, and death, all words seemed pale and insignificant. He had never felt so small.

At this point, Leclerc seemed to finally come to her senses, covering her face with her hands, but still unable to stop the tears from flowing through her fingers.

"...What if Dad doesn't see me enter F1...What if...What if..."

The slightly trembling voice was fragmented and dissipated in the wind in an instant. The spirited young man in Maranello was now helplessly curled up in a ball, finally reminding people that he was just a nineteen-year-old boy.

Lu Zhizhou opened his mouth, trying to say a few words of comfort, but found that all the words were stuck in his throat, and finally turned into endless silence.

A short while later, they arrived at the hospital. Lu Zhizhou parked the car and was thinking about how to comfort Leclerc, but Leclerc had already recovered. She wiped her tears haphazardly with her clothes, took several deep breaths, and tried to calm herself down.

Then Leclerc looked at Lu Zhizhou and forced a smile, "How do I look? Calm enough?"

Lu Zhizhou was taken aback.

Leclerc's eyes glistened with tears. "I need to pull myself together. My mother needs me, and my father needs me. I can't be defeated, right? I need to be even more courageous in the face of death."

Lu Zhizhou gently patted Leclerc on the shoulder. "You're fine. Everything's fine."

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