Reborn Xueba is crazy

Chapter 208

But looking at the figures of the seniors, it's no wonder that so many people are crazy about it.

After all, they are usually very tall, and needless to say their good looks, taking off their clothes can almost force people to have nosebleeds.

Lake and Ye Qingcheng didn't come, and they didn't know what they were going to do.

After Su Ziqian drank some red wine, he went back to the room alone.

The night passed quickly, and the next day was the day of the first round of promotion of the National Racing League.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, several people finished washing on time and assembled. The unified professional team uniforms on their bodies looked cool and handsome, and the most important thing was their good looks.

This time, Lake was the driver, and the car was big, with sofas and red wine inside, so it could accommodate eleven people without any problem.

"Have you brought everything?"

Ye Qingcheng looked sideways at the crowd, his voice was cold.

"Don't worry, captain, I checked it several times before going out."

As Yan Ruofeng said, he took out the gloves.

Everyone also said it was fine.

Their cars have already been transported to the competition venue, and when they go, they can draw lots in order and then enter the competition.

At this moment, the scene of the race was full of excitement, thousands of fans held up the signs in their hands, supporting their favorite teams and drivers.

There is a super-large screen hanging on the central square of Wall Street, and what is broadcast on it is the live broadcast of the National Motorsports League.

The sea of ​​people above infects everyone, and every ten years a game holds a dream in the hearts of countless people.

Now is the beginning of spring, and the 12-year delay has not come as expected. The National Racing League is still ten years old.

Ten years is enough time for a young racing driver to grow old, the old racing driver retires, and a new racing driver rises again.

And this glory, but only one chance.

The wide, seemingly boundless arena is crowded with people, and every seat is fully occupied.

Here, there are people from different countries, and some of them come from another country thousands of miles away in order to support their favorite drivers, and they go to grab tickets early.

At this moment, in the audience, everyone's eyes were shining with hot light.

Those eyes are filled with the light of hope that the team he likes can successfully advance.

There were streaks of white gas all of a sudden around the racing car, such an eager look was a sign of the heat of the arena.

Watching the activities of the contestants in this competition area being played on the huge screen, the host held up the microphone and continued to introduce, the voice was also extremely excited, and there were many inexplicable expectations hidden in it.

The opening dance girls in shorts and racing suits have hot bodies and youthful dancing postures. Standing on the high platform, they are enthusiastically welcoming the race of this decade.

"Next, I will start to announce the teams from various countries."

The host held up the microphone, and the loudspeaker turned the sound to the maximum.

"I think the audience friends are most looking forward to the four teams that are now ranked in the top four in the country."

"So, next, let's introduce these four teams first."

"First of all, it is the McLaren team from the United States (that is, the United States), the captain--Michael!"

Speaking of this, Michael, the captain of the McLaren team, stood up from the team, with blond hair and blue eyes, he was a beautiful Western man in his 20s.

He is very good-looking, with the elegant temperament of an ancient nobleman, his golden hair and fair skin are extremely eye-catching.

The host continued to introduce with a loud voice.

(End of this chapter)