At noon when the sun was glaring, the staff at the finish line were sitting drowsy under the parasols.

Hearing the whistling sound coming from afar, the dozing man jumped up and looked into the distance with an unbelievable look on his face, "Impossible?"

According to pre-race estimates, it would be considered fast to complete this journey in two hours.

A result that can steadily advance to the semi-finals.

But how long has it been? Looking ahead, I saw two racing cars, one in front and one behind.

Leading the way was a black racing car.

A blue racing car was following behind at a distance of ten cars.

Looking back at the display screen, one of the staff members was stunned with his mouth half open.

But after the driver signed, the staff suddenly closed their mouths.

If it were anyone else, this result would be truly incredible.

But for this big guy, this might just be his warm-up result.

After all, it's just the preliminary round, just play around.

There were people delivering water, signing in, and directing parking spaces after the game.

The finish line was busy.

Before the person in charge could figure out whether it would be a bit awkward to ask for an autograph at this moment, the second car arrived.

Seeing the man in the driver's seat, the person in charge smiled.

acquaintance!

"Pei Shen..."

Handing him a bottle of water, the person in charge took the sign-in sheet handed over by the staff and asked Pei Donghan to sign it, while jokingly saying, "Are you not going to take care of the newcomers this time?"

At every racing competition, a large portion of the participants are elderly people, but there is also another half who are newcomers to racing.

Therefore, in the preliminary rounds, especially in this kind of off-road rally, the big guys will reserve their strength so as not to let the newcomers feel that the gap is too big and lose confidence.

This is considered the default rule in the racing community.

But this time, both W and Pei Donghan were far ahead.

When the person in charge thought about the newcomers at the bottom seeing the gap between them was not just ten minutes, but half an hour, he felt sympathy when he thought about that scene.

"How do you know we don't love you?"

After taking a look at the time on the sign-in sheet, the person in charge said: …

These newcomers...are they going to be tortured to tears? A whistling sound was heard, and the third car arrived.

Bang! The car door slammed shut. Looking at the two cars that had disappeared from sight, Ji Chengling didn't even bother to take off his helmet. He walked forward with a dark face and snatched the sign-in sheet from the staff.

At a glance, I saw W, who was ranked first, and Pei Donghan, who was right behind him.

His time was more than a minute slower than those two people.

I don’t know what he was thinking about, but the anger on Ji Chengling’s face gradually dissipated.

After signing with a pen, Ji Chengling took the water bottle and leaned against the car door.

The rest of the riders arrived one after another.

Except for a few cars that overturned and broke down on the road, all the others reached the destination safely.

Glancing at the sign-in sheet, Ji Chengling saw that almost all the contestants from TS were lined up at the front, and a smile appeared on his face.

But after gathering and looking around, Ji Chengling's face changed, "Where's Zheng Lingkun?"

"No...I don't know."

"Isn't he here yet?"

The team members looked around and Zheng Lingkun was not among them.

Hearing that the staff were still verifying the few drivers who had not signed in, Ji Chengling walked over with a dark face.

When Ji Chengling heard that Zheng Lingkun had overturned and had been sent to the hospital by ambulance with only minor injuries, his face became extremely ugly.

Zheng Lingkun is the seed player of TS.

Although he is young, he has a rare ruthlessness.

After two years of experience, he might become the next Pei Donghan.

But Ji Chengling didn't expect that Zheng Lingkun didn't even make it to the preliminary round, let alone the final.

idiot!

With a sinister look, Zheng Lingkun looked at the jubilant Wandefu convoy opposite and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)