They only had two and a half hours before the game.
Fu Anan hurriedly selected the things and went there half an hour in advance to wait.
Because she arrived early, she got a seat in the fourth row.
This is a four-track road, with one car on each track. If there is not enough space, the cars will naturally go to the back. Even though she is already in the fourth row, looking at the long line of cars in the back, this position is already considered good.
The time for the competition is approaching.
After a sharp horn sounded, the road leading to the stadium was closed.
A man wearing a large puppet mask appears, holding a flare gun and a microphone.
“Dear spectators and competitors, welcome to the road race in Demanna Township.
There were 1,000 pre-qualified participants in the 2109th road race, but 989 actually participated. Participants who did not arrive at the race venue on time were automatically eliminated.
That means 11 of the contestants did not arrive on time.
Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard a shout from the outside, "Wait! I was only one second late!"
The puppet mask man turned around and saw a weird smiley face on the funny highway mask. "Being late even half a second is still late."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man disappeared.
Disappeared with him were ten other people who had not caught up.
To the NPCs around, the reality of the resurrection seemed as if nothing had happened. Fu Anan frowned and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
"Okay, my dear racers, now please listen carefully to the rules of the road race.
This round of competition will end at 14:30 seven days later. The winner will be the one who reaches the end of the road within the specified time.
The interesting road jam is just ahead, let’s run!”
Bang-
The race signal sounded and the cars in the first row rushed out.
Next is the second row.
Third row.
Soon it was the fourth row's turn.
The audience cheered all around, and the microphone of the host wearing the headgear could carry far and loudly.
“As we all know, more than 2,000 road races have been held, with nearly 70% of participants getting lost, 30% not arriving on time, and less than 1% winning.
So how will our 2109th contestant perform? Let us wait and see! "
Less than one percent of people get lost and win.
Fu Anan frowned slightly when she heard this, and bit the car in front of her tightly, while the car behind her also bit the rear of her car.
Half an hour later, they were out of town.
The road was on a flat dirt field with a sign on it: "Track Section 1."
Fu Anan glanced at the words above and continued driving.
Two hours later they came across a gas station.
At the beginning of the track, for the sake of fairness, racers were not allowed to bring gasoline into the car without permission, but their cars were all filled with gasoline.
After two hours, only 60% of the gasoline was left.
There should be a gas station ahead, but if she stops, a large number of cars will rush in front of her. It is easy to get out, but it is definitely difficult to squeeze in.
Seeing the vehicles in front rushing forward without hesitation, Fu Anan chose the same way as them.
Most of the vehicles behind made the same choice.
After driving for 4 hours, they had only 10% of their gas left and finally saw a gas station.
It appeared when the gasoline was almost used up, just in time!
At this time, the first row stopped and they walked to the back and stopped the second row to discuss.
Fu Anan watched them talk for a few minutes, then the first row went to refuel and the vehicles in the second row stayed where they were on the road.
The second row does the same to the third row.
Soon the people in the third row came over and it was their turn.
(End of this chapter)