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At the end of the month, the sun was shining brightly.
The winter national advanced competition finally started after a long period of preparation.
Compared with the provincial Panlongshan Circuit, the winter race is larger in scale. Observation towers are built everywhere on the entire snow mountain circuit. Spectators watch the race in the viewing towers. Only part of the track can be seen from the front, but the entire race can be seen through the 360-degree panoramic screen above their heads.
At the same time, the VIP auditorium is also equipped with a small screen.
This small screen can track and watch any runner on the track.
The price of this kind of VIP seat is extremely high, with a starting price of 100,000. The price varies depending on the viewing tower, but all the seats were snapped up in less than three seconds after they were released last night.
A total of 108 viewing towers are now overcrowded.
A figure in overalls was projected on the panoramic screen in each tower.
"Hello, audience friends, this is the Winter Race - Frost Trail!
놖 is your old friend - Brother KunKun, 놖 will be responsible for the full commentary of 녤 this winter game! ”
Brother Kun Kun raised the microphone and smiled, revealing two gold teeth.
This is the medal left over from the previous fight with Sister Taimei.
“This winter race is huge in scale, and is definitely not inferior to any of the previous national advanced races. Audiences who buy tickets can feast their eyes. Let’s take a look at the participating teams in this race!”
As Brother Kunkun spoke, the big screen started to scroll.
"The world's number one club, the Demon King T3 Racing Team!"
There was thunderous applause from the audience. No matter where they were, the Demon King Club’s team was definitely the most popular team.
The members of the Demon King T3 team, wearing black jackets, walked from the aisle in the middle of the audience seats in Tower 1 to the starting point outside the tower, welcoming the applause, cheers and gazes of all the audience.
Zhang Charlie looked up and instantly locked onto Su Nian in the dense crowd.
The two team captains looked at each other, their gazes seemed to be about to spark.
After a while, Zhang Charlie retracted his gaze, walked out of the tower with a stern face, and the members of the Demon King T3 team followed closely behind him.
"They're really fighting hard." Su Nian looked at the figure limping with a crutch at the back of the Demon King T3 team. Wasn't that Li Youquan, whose lower limbs were accidentally crushed by a leopard?
It was obvious that Li Youquan's legs had not grown fully yet, and there was nothing underneath his trouser legs.
But he was wearing the uniform of the Demon King Team, obviously he was going to participate in the competition.
"I don't think I'll be able to follow you throughout the race." Uncle Liang crossed his arms and said:
"We are now at the foot of the Frost Trail, where the temperature is the highest. But as the race goes deeper into the track, the ambient temperature will get lower and lower, even reaching minus four or five degrees Celsius.
놛Without legs, the blood supply system is not sound.
The low temperature alone is enough to kill 깊놛. ”
"But I have to say that you have a strong competitive spirit." Su Nian looked at Li Youquan's back with awe.
It must be said that, as expected of the Demon King Club team, their attitude towards the track is different from that of ordinary teams.
They are indeed arrogant, but that is the talent they have for learning, skills that are better than most drivers, more track experience, and more tacit understanding with the girls.
It is difficult for those who are in a high position to be humble.
"World ranking 56, Track Conqueror Alliance! World ranking 72, Dream Engine Club! World ranking 34, Violent Chariot Club..." Brother Kunkun spoke very fast, and he listed a bunch of clubs just like calling out the names of dishes.
It's time to report to the Star Club.
Su Nian withdrew his gaze from the figures of the team members in the center of the audience.
He turned his head and looked at his own drivers.
Li Yaochen's face was pale. He had practiced and competed all night last night, but he remained calm. Li Siwen and Luo Xue were a little nervous. After all, they were all young people and it was their first time to participate in a national advanced competition.
Uncle Liang and Chi Xiao were very calm, looking as steady as old dogs.
"I'll be there soon. Go down and get ready. When you go out on stage later, show some momentum!"
Su Nian asked everyone to leave the stands.
Brother Kunkun was still shouting: "Ranked 293rd in the world, Xingchi Club-T2 Team!"
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locker room.
Su Nian brought Li Yaochen, Li Siwen and Uncle Liang out.
I ran into five bearded men head-on, all of them had a typical German look.
They were wearing black and yellow racing suits.
Behind them were their respective flight attendants.
The team badge is hung on the racing suit - Xingchi T2.
This was the convoy that had once targeted Uncle Liang, and Su Nian had an impression of it.
There is nothing to say about the targeting on the field of competition. Any grudges will be resolved on the field.
놛녤 didn't want to talk to these drivers who were dressed like Bumblebees.
But when he was about to walk out of the locker room with his players...
"Hey! Old man!"
Broken Chinese was heard behind me.
Liang Shu and Chi Xiao paused.
Su Nian turned around and looked at the other person calmly: "What's the matter?"
The one who spoke was the captain of Xingchi T2.
놛 was leaning against the wardrobe, picking his teeth, with a playful smile under his beard.
He threw the toothpick away, stood up straight and nodded at Uncle Liang beside Su Nian.
"I heard that your son died?"
놛 just said 깊 this sentence.
But the temperature in the locker room dropped to freezing point.
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