In a dark small room, a middle-aged man sat on the sofa with his knees in his arms and watched TV.
His face was covered with stubble, he looked tired, and his eyes were a little distracted.
There were several empty beer bottles piled up next to him.
There are also several takeaway boxes on the table in front of the living room.
There is still food left in the box.
The food has already become hard and spoiled.
The room smelled of rotten food.
The TV in the room glowed faintly.
The commentary came from the TV.
"In the second game of the International Speed Speed, the Chinese team sent lightning horses to face the thunder dogs of country M."
Hearing this, the man angrily smashed the wine bottle on the ground and said hoarsely: "Damn it, the lightning horse is fighting the thunder dog. Isn't this looking for death?"
The International Speed is the world's largest and most famous genetic biological racing competition.
The popularity of genetic biology competition is not much different from that of fighting competition.
And the competition system is even more interesting.
This is an international competition held every four years, and representative teams from different countries compete.
The competition format is 4 wins in 7 games.
Each time both sides release a genetic creature to compete, the winner gets one point.
Win after four points.
Therefore, the order of appearance of genetic organisms in this game is crucial.
A perfect strategy can have the effect of Tian Ji's horse racing.
China's performance in the speed competition is not satisfactory. It has only been in the top ten for more than ten years, and the best time was second.
In the first game, China had already lost to Country M.
If we lose again in this game, we will fall behind 0-2.
At this time, the commentary on the TV continued.
"Both lightning horses and thunder dogs have lightning genes in their bodies, and they have lightning activation cells, which can stimulate their potential."
"The Lightning Horse is the best thunder-type creature of the Chinese team. It once ranked 23rd on the speed list."
"But the reputation of the opponent Thunder Dog has been greatly damaged. It ranks eleventh on the speed list. It is indeed better than the Lightning Horse in terms of physical fitness."
"The Chinese team has already lost one game. It will be difficult if they lose again this time."
"However, the cultivation of genetic organisms is also crucial. The Lightning Horse was bred by Ma Jun, our most famous trainer in China, so there may be surprises." Although the commentator was not optimistic about China, he still gave hope.
"Fuck you! No matter how well-bred the lightning horse is, it can't compete with it." The middle-aged man shouted angrily.
But he could only talk nonsense.
He put down the bottle and continued to watch TV intently.
"The race begins! The rider of the Lightning Horse is Fang Zheng, one of the most outstanding riders in our country."
"The lightning horse started faster than the thunder dog, one position ahead!" The commentator's voice suddenly became extremely high-pitched.
"The Thunder Dog is very fast, but the Lightning Horse is not slow either! The situation is temporarily deadlocked."
On the TV, two genetic creatures have already run 200 meters, but the lightning horse has a slight advantage, about five meters.
The middle-aged man stared at the screen, pinching his legs nervously with his fingers.
In the end, he couldn't help but murmured: "Rush, rush, rush!! There are still 500 meters to go, rush ah ah ah!"
His muttering finally turned into a roar, his eyes widened with anger, and he slapped the sofa with his hands wildly.
Cheers from the scene came from the TV, and then the middle-aged man slumped feebly on the sofa, with two lines of muddy tears flowing down his face.
"Unfortunately, the Thunder Dog overtook the Lightning Horse in the end. Country M scored one point again. But China still has a chance, as long as..." the commentary continued.
But the middle-aged man had turned off the TV and sat in the room silently.
Dilili.
At this time, the mobile phone rang.
The middle-aged man put his hand into the garbage pile and groped for a while, and finally took out a slightly wet mobile phone with a peculiar smell on it.
But middle-aged people don't mind having the location open to their ears.
"Who are you looking for?" The middle-aged man's voice was very tired.
"Azheng, it's me." A hoarse voice came from the phone.
"..." The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and then wanted to hang up the phone.
"Did you watch the game?" The other end of the phone seemed to have guessed what the middle-aged man was going to do, and said hurriedly.
"Look, what's wrong? See how you lose?" The middle-aged man said with a hint of ridicule and disdain.
"Azheng, listen to me, we will definitely give you justice in that matter."
"Fuck justice! I don't want any justice." The middle-aged man's eyes turned red and he roared, "It was you who killed him, it was you!"
"I know." The other end of the phone sighed, and then began to persuade, "You are the best trainer in China. Do you really not want to return?"
"The best? Haha, that person is dead." The middle-aged man smiled sarcastically again.
The best breeder in China, how long ago was this title given to him.
I almost forgot about it.
"I hung up." The middle-aged man sneered and put down his phone.
"Wait a minute! Do you know the little fire horse? Are you willing to breed him?!" The other end of the phone excitedly shouted the purpose of his visit.
"Little fire horse?" The middle-aged man was stunned and hurriedly picked up his phone, "Little fire horse?!"
Naturally, the middle-aged elf, who has caused a lot of commotion recently, understands.
He has a high IQ, a flame that can change temperature, and excellent physical fitness.
But can such an elf really participate in the Speed Race?
"I will send you the internal data of the little fire horse." The other end of the phone became a little cheerful, "With your breeding, the little fire horse will definitely become the fastest genetic creature in China, no, the world."
"Fastest? When did you start telling lies?" The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully.
Ding.
The middle-aged man received information about Little Fire Horse on his mobile phone.
At first he was a little disdainful, but then he became more and more silent.
"How about it? Are you interested? Red and White Company has appointed you to cultivate it. You know, Red and White Company has a backend, so you don't have to worry at all. Those guys don't dare to do anything." A voice came from the phone.
The middle-aged man was silent for a long time. Finally, he pushed away the bottle of wine beside him and said with some curse: "MD, I'll take it."
"I'm looking forward to the ability of China's number one trainer!" The voice on the phone became clearer.
.......
Success?
Li Qiuran smiled slightly after receiving the news.
"Well, he agreed, but..." Zhang Meng hesitated, "Why did you appoint Azheng? He was only the first trainer ten years ago."
"Maybe it's because he loves elves." Li Qiuran smiled meaningfully. In front of him was Azheng's information.
Azheng, the number one breeder in China, the genetic creatures he cultivated shined in the Speed Race.
But ten years ago, he suddenly announced his retirement and disappeared from the world.
No one knows where he went.
And there is another lost person in the world who is addicted to alcohol.