Lin Ning pointed to the cocked thruster of the'little boy'. Now the boy looks like a cocked butt, a veritable boy.
Hee hee, Lin Ning is really talented, you go and experiment, I believe our little kid can beat Wang's group's'Thunderstorm' sampan on the ground to find teeth. Zeng Rou only realized it now. She looked at the thruster raised by the little kid, and then thought about its cute name, and then she couldn't laugh from ear to ear. She thought Lin Ning was really talented, otherwise she would think of something like this. What about its name
Liu Yibo smiled and said: Coach Lin, I won't disturb your training anymore. If there is anything I need Liu Yibo for, just speak up and I will leave. After Liu Yibo finished speaking, he turned and left. He believed Lin Ning would surprise him. After all, Lin Ning seemed to be lucky, and basically everything good was taken care of by him.
Thank you, President Liu, for your kind intentions. I, Lin Ning, accepted it with my heart. Zeng Rou, please go back and sit in the audience. I'm going out to play with the kid. Lin Ning now needs to adapt to the little boy, otherwise he will not be able to use all the little boy's abilities.
Hee hee, I'll just watch your experiment while you are doing it, come on, Lin Ning. Zeng Rou returned to the auditorium and sat up after speaking. She stared at the kid’s ass intently. She knew Lin Ning must be under pressure now. After all, his opponent was a well-versed scholar-level controller. It is definitely not a game that Lin Ning can easily win.
Boy, let's go. Lin Ning shouted at Zeng Rou, and then quickly drove the'Little Kid's sampan onto the sampan runway, pierced into the sky, and quickly disappeared above the club.
Come on, Lin Ning. Zeng Rou opened her eyes wide and stared intently at the huge screen in the club. Lin Ning's figure driving the little kid appeared on the screen in an instant. Now Lin Ning is driving the little kid like a fish in the water, playing well.
Master, your current hand speed seems to be bad, not even at the academic level. It’s not easy to win against a scholar-level expert like Zonghan. Let’s go training in the turbulence so that we can improve your skills. Hand speed, practice makes perfect. You can’t quickly increase your hand speed on this sampan runway, because the runway here is too straight and there is no challenge. Soon Moye's dismissive voice reached Lin Ning's ears. Now Lin Ning is only a disciple of hand speed 35. It is not easy to beat Zong Han who is hand speed 40.
Lin Ning smiled and said: Don't worry, I just want to rely on my own sampan to win him, and now I let you see the greatest power of the "baby boy", start at full speed. Lin Ning gave a loud shout at the end, the whole sampan's thruster vibrated, as if it was about to fall apart, bursts of powerful explosive power broke out in an instant, and the kid rushed forward, and the speed doubled in an instant. Such a high speed is not inferior to Wang's group's thunderstorm sampan.
You are crazy, you are so tough, you are a perverted kid. The smart chip also couldn't imagine that the current "Little Kid" is so powerful, and it is definitely not worse than the "Thunderstorm" sampan opened by Wang Dahu last time.