"It's the second corner, my God, the car god didn't slow down at all."
"I dare not watch it, I'm too nervous."
"pass!"
With an excited shout, everyone began to cheer again.
"There is the last S-turn, mother, I am about to have a heart attack."
Zuo Liufei looked at the track with Erlang's legs upright.
Unlike the darts of the past, he looked serious at this time, and his hands on the arm of the chair tightened unconsciously.
Obviously it is a state of tension and breath-holding.
"The gods fight, that's good."
After a long while, he curled his lips and praised his fame decision for holding this annual ceremony.
He had no hope for the appearance of the young and old.
I didn't expect him to come.
Also race against the car god.
Zuo Liufei has a beam of excitement in his eyes. This annual festival will definitely become a strong stroke in the history of racing.
The S curve is coming.
The crowd held their breath, the cheers were gone, and the audience was silent.
Wait until this exciting last moment.
The two cars, one on the left and the other on the right, are not giving way to each other, competing with each other.
Rushed into the S curve.
An Jinze said nervously, "None of them slowed down."
Zhang Linhan covered her lips with her hands, and did not dare to blink her eyes.
Zuo Qingxuan also stared at the arena closely, not daring to make any moves.
Halfway through the corner, there is one last turn.
No, the two people actually speeded up at the same time.
Almost a phantom flickered and rushed to the end.
Long still--
Except for the sound of wind, there is no other sound.
Suddenly a cheer erupted from the crowd.
As if the gate was opened, all the sounds came out.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
"Too exciting!"
"I'm crazy, I'm crazy!"
"The real gods are fighting, ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Some people embrace the people around them in excitement, whether they know them or not, it's just a shot.
Some people stood on the chairs and yelled.
It's like entering the paradise of a madman.
An Jinze finally took a breath.
"Oh my God, I almost suffocated." Zhang Linhan breathed.
"Whether it is the car god or the opponent, they are so powerful."
"Better than any game I have ever watched."
An Jinze said: "This game is a real fairy fight."
At this moment, the host’s voice came, "The winner is the number six driver, congratulations to the car god."
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
The people cheered again.
After the video was posted on the Internet, the network was paralyzed.
Some people dropped their phones anxiously.
Some people brought all the phones of people around them and refreshed them one by one.
It's like the red envelope battle of the year.
Anxious head is sweating.
In the hospital, Mo Qianhong had long learned from An Jinze that he was going to attend the ikebana ceremony today.
It's also because the fifth child of my family is a cooperative relationship with Huadao.
Therefore, he pays special attention to the festivities of ikebana.
Early on, I took out my mobile phone to watch the video posted by the media.
Then I was attracted by the two "Flying Leopards" on the field.
Hold your breath nervously and feel this thrilling game.
No, the network is down.
He frowned and sent WeChat to An Jinze.
The car reaches the end.
"Ah ah ah ah !!! We look at two of Rider Yan!"
As soon as this word came out, everyone shouted.
"Remove the helmet!"
"Remove the helmet!"
The shouts and cheers were deafening, boiling the audience.
Mo Luan got off the motorcycle.
The opponent also retracted his long legs and got out of the car.
The two looked at each other.
At the same time, he took off his helmet.