boom. Suddenly the'little boy' sampan on the runway quickly rushed up. Even though its appearance is not astonishing, the speed it runs out is definitely one of the best, even if it is the'Thunderstorm' sampan of the Wang Group. That's nothing more than that.
Well, it really is hiding the killer. It seems that Liu Yibo did not misunderstand the wrong person this time. Now he is the cash cow of our'Rapid Space' club. Liu Yibo looked at Lin Ning and the little boy on the screen. He was also taken aback by the little boy who Lin Ning was driving. He never thought there was such a crazy guy in the world, and this sampan like a tattered sampan was still him. Lin Ning assembled it by hand.
Wow, a master is a master. We will consult Coach Lin more in the future. I believe we will definitely improve our skills under his guidance. Some students of the Rapid Space Club looked at the little kid on the screen and praised them very much. They are very confident in Lin Ning's technology. It is strange that such a genius does not win their Wang Group.
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Soon the sampan enthusiasts in the audience were talking about it. They were all frightened by Lin Ning’s "little boy" sampan. Originally, they thought the sampan was a tattered thing, but now it’s a tattered thing. The speed is definitely the first existence of Mars.
The coordinates are adjusted, the temperature is normal, and the speed has reached saturation. Yeah, it has finally reached the standard level of the design. Finally Lin Ning shouted, the current'Little Kid's sampan has basically reached the target level it designed, although Lin Ning's hand speed is still 35, but now he is confident, at least the speed of Little Kid is no longer. Losing to the'Thunderstorm' sampan, so he can already rest assured, with the perverted support of Moye, it is difficult for Lin Ning to lose even if he wants to lose.
Congratulations to the master for finally debugging the sampan. In fact, our sampan can already look down on their Wang family group, but your hand speed is not as good as other players. You should be careful with that Zonghan. He is definitely an old slapstick Guy, there must be a lot of sampan players who died in his hands. "
Mo Ye continued to say to Lin Ning that although Lin Ning's sampan had reached the design standard, the opponent he needed to face still could not be underestimated. A scholar master with a hand speed of 40 is absolutely different from a disciple with a hand speed of only 35, and the chance of winning is basically slim.
Soon, Lin Ning drove his "little boy" sampan back to the club. What he needs now is to improve his hand speed, and most importantly, maintain enough energy to deal with the challenge of Wang's group player Zong Han.
In this battle, the Wang Group is bound to win, but Lin Ning can’t afford to lose either, because the price of losing may be destruction and death, because there are many missiles on the “Thunderstorm”, and his “little fart” The child has no weapons.