"The God of Dionysus has really fallen. He actually peeled off the candy wrapper for that woman. Is this still me, the God of Dionysus?"
"The Dionysian's movements are so gentle. Isn't that woman so happy?"
Online viewers can post comments in a variety of ways.
——Although I am a macho man, I also want to eat Bacchus’ lollipop!
——I suspected you were engaging in hs.
——You are so naughty!
——The beauty competing with lollipops in her mouth is so cool. If she can persist in finishing the race, I will give her a box of lollipops!
Manshu didn't know that the audience was envious of her, and even more so.
The moment the gunfire rang out, her car rushed out like an arrow.
She could only hear the roar of the engine, as if everything around her no longer existed.
Maybe everyone looked down upon Manshu because she was a woman, or maybe they were afraid of being scolded by fans watching the game for bullying women, so they subconsciously planned to ignore Manshu.
Everyone rushed forward in a polite manner at first, but then they had to fight for the way and a fierce collision occurred.
How can you ensure your own safety?
Rush to the first place!
No one can catch up with you, and naturally no one will have friction with you.
But is this possible?
Manshu devoted herself to feeling the racing. She was possessed of witchcraft power and her perception was several times that of other ordinary players.
Naturally, in terms of operation, he is also more responsive than others.
After realizing that no one else took him seriously, Manshu's speed slowed down.
"This woman, is she a snail? She runs so slowly, how can she compare with others?"
"Is there anything to compare with? She may have been frightened by the crazy situation just now, and she hasn't calmed down yet."
"Her speed is very fast compared to ordinary people, but this is a trial competition, and she will start to admit defeat before she can run!"
Everyone expressed dissatisfaction with Manshu's slowing down.
Qu Jiu saw through her tactics. He didn't say anything and even looked relaxed.
Manshu was lagging behind at the beginning, and the players in other cars were still trying to praise her.
Especially Brother Ming, who had a conflict with Manshu just now.
He didn't even look back to see Manshu's car. He only sneered: "A woman is a woman. Can't you go home and serve your man well? What kind of competition are you here to participate in?"
"Brother Ming..." The racing driver wanted to remind him that this was a live broadcast.
Someone will pay attention to the whole process. Brother Ming said this, didn't he want to be scolded?
"Why, don't you agree with what I said?"
He trained the racing driver with his own hands. Brother Ming has always had the kind of character that those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish.
Other racing drivers who were disobedient were more or less suppressed by him, or in the name of competition, he killed and maimed others openly.
Anyway, everyone will buy insurance for this kind of competition. Isn’t it normal for accidents to happen?
So many people die in car accidents every year, who makes them suffer?
Oh, no, he's not dead, he's just disabled. His life is already very good.
A smelly man like this actually has a number of fans in the racing circle.
When he said this, online viewers immediately echoed his words.
——Old Mingzi is right, it would be great to go home and be a little princess, only eating a few handfuls and not suffering any hardships?
——This woman has completely embarrassed Dionysus, but he is not angry. Is it because she has good skills?
There are people with such unhealthy views, but there are also some people who hate others taking advantage of women's mouths.
——There are no female racers in the racing circle. It’s not because they are not skilled, it’s because you guys are so disgusting and have such bad mouths!
——In what age do you still look down on women? I just bought this beautiful woman to win and bet a million!