Jun Ruyi rushed to the edge of the track just as the referee's countdown ended: "...three, two, one! Substitute on the field."
Zhou Yu got out of the car with a grave expression: "The engine has issues, and..."
"Your foot injury worsened when the car flipped just now." A clear, firm voice interjected, "Get down and apply some medicine quickly."
Zhou Yu looked dejected, his eyes reddened: "Sorry, master..."
Everyone only noticed his failure, but only his most respected master noticed his injury and the blood seeping from his ankle.
"Don't say anymore, it wasn't your fault." Qin Xin tossed him a tube of ointment and a bandage, "Handle it yourself."
Jun Ruyi, however, walked over as if no one was around, directly opening the door of car number 98: "Rain God, leave it to me."
Her shining moment as a substitute was about to arrive.
She was no longer an unsung female warrior working in the background.
