Chapter 557 This new generation will be tortured to tears
At noon when the sun was dazzling, the staff at the finish line sat drowsily under umbrellas.
Hearing the whistling sound from the distance, the dozing man jumped up and looked into the distance with a look of disbelief, "Isn't it possible?"
According to estimates before the game, this journey can be reached in two hours, which is considered fast.
A result that can safely enter the semi-finals.
But how long has it been?
Looking around, I saw two racing cars, one behind the other, within sight.
Leading the way was a black racing car.
A distance of ten car bodies followed a blue racing car.
Looking back at the display screen, one of the staff members half-opened his mouth and was stunned.
But after the driver finished signing, the staff member quickly closed his mouth.
If it had been anyone else, this achievement would have been incredible.
But if it were this big guy, this might just be his warm-up results.
After all, it's just a preliminary round, just for fun.
Those who delivered water, signed in, and directed parking spaces after the game.
It was busy at the finish line.
Before the person in charge could think about whether it would be a bit abrupt to ask for an autograph now, the second car arrived.
Seeing the man in the driver's seat, the person in charge smiled.
acquaintance!
"Pei Shen..."
After handing him a bottle of water, the person in charge took the sign-in form handed over by the staff and gave it to Pei Donghan to sign. He looked at the joke and said, "Don't you plan to protect the newcomer this time?"
At every racing competition, more than half are old people, but half are newcomers to racing.
Therefore, in the preliminary competition, especially this kind of cross-country rally, the big guys will retain their strength so that the newcomers will not feel that the gap is too big and lose their confidence.
This is considered the default rule in the racing circle.
But this time, both W and Pei Donghan were far ahead.
When the newcomers at the bottom saw that the gap was not more than ten minutes, but half an hour, the person in charge felt sympathetic as he thought about that scene.
"How do you know we don't care?"
Pei Donghan's words made the person in charge completely stunned.
After taking a look at the time on the sign-in form, the person in charge said:...
This newcomer...will be tortured to tears, right?
The roar sounded and the third car arrived.
Bang!
The car door slammed shut, and looking at the two racing 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 form from the staff.
At a glance, I saw W ranked first, followed closely by Pei Donghan.
And his time was more than a minute slower than those two people.
I don't know what he thought of, but the anger on Ji Chengling's face gradually dissipated.
Grabbing a pen and signing his name, Ji Chengling took a water bottle and went over to lean 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, everyone else reached the finish line smoothly.
Glancing at the sign-in sheet, almost all the contestants from TS were at the front, and Ji Chengling had a smile on his face.
But after gathering, looking around, Ji Chengling's expression changed, "Where is Zheng Lingkun?"
"No...I don't know."
"Isn't he here yet?"
The team members looked around, but Zheng Lingkun was not among them.
Hearing that the staff were still verifying the riders who had not signed in, Ji Chengling walked over with a dark face.
When he heard that Zheng Lingkun had rolled over and was taken to the hospital by ambulance with only minor injuries, Ji Chengling's face turned extremely ugly.
Zheng Lingkun is the seed player of TS.
Although he is not very old, he has a rare sense of ruthlessness.
After two years of experience, he might be the next Pei Donghan.
But Ji Chengling didn't expect that Zheng Lingkun didn't even make it to the preliminary rounds, let alone the finals.
idiot!
With a sinister look in his eyes, Zheng Lingkun looked at the jubilant Wandefu motorcade opposite and couldn't help but squint his eyes.