Commentator: "OK! The first rider is ready, he's a native Montana rider and a first-time cash-out qualifier, and he's looking nervous and hopefully he'll get a good finish." ”

"OK!" the referee blows the whistle and the game begins!"

The arena boiled instantly.

The shouts were like a tide and waves, drowning 100,000 people.

The staff standing on both sides of the bullpen lifted the iron gate with great force.

A brown North African bull lunged out, ran less than two meters, and jumped wildly.

The limbs jumped high as if they were spring-mounted.

The rider's body sitting on the back of the ox twists instantly, bending and undulating irregularly.

Apparently it has lost its beauty.

The rider didn't hold on for three seconds before falling to the ground.

A dozen referees in protective suits ran up in the barracks, some to distract the bulls and others to protect the riders.

The rider who fell to the ground, escorted by the referee, quickly rushed to the cylindrical platform in the middle, and the bull crashed headlong.

"Bang~", the iron bar of the state pillar.

Loud and cheering.

Few professional spectators came to see the riders' skills, and most of the spectators came to experience the thrill of the bison going berserk and then going on a rampage.

The rider sat on a cylindrical platform, staring at the bison still running in the arena, distracted.

Commentary: "It's a pity that he didn't succeed in taming the bull, if you want to get a place in the main race, you have to hold on for at least five seconds in the second round, judging from the situation in his first round, it's difficult, we bless him!"

Chris: "Two to three seconds is normal for an amateur rider, the first rider wasn't prepared enough, and you can tell from his movements on the back of the bull that he's not yet in the state of the official race!"

"Okay! The rider is a guy from Texas, and we'll see if the former Western cowboys can prove themselves in the PBR?"

"Game on!"

The iron gate opens.

The black bull rushes into the ring.

The limbs are flexible, the thousand-pound body jumps in the air, and the front and back half of the body go up and down, full of power.

O'Neill held the live cell phone and waved his hands and cheered.

The audience could no longer hear the voice of the narrator clearly, and began to discuss themselves.

"It's hot feet, isn't it?"

"My boy!

"BGM, "The Man Who Sets the Horse" starts!"

"I don't think I can hold on for a second!"

Commentary: "It's a pity that he lasted four seconds, but he still has a chance, and I hope to get a good result in the second round!"

Chris: "This rider's arm strength is so weak that he didn't hold the reins with his left hand during the bull's jump, otherwise he could have tamed the bull!"

Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the crowd, the race came to the middle of the race.

So far, the best time is only five and a half seconds, and no one has won $2,500 in the first round.

Chris smiled, "Could the next rider be the first rider to make it to the race today?"

Narrator: "This player let out hateful words before the start of the tournament, and his opponent was only his cousin, who was the winner of last year's championship, Johnson.

Chris has made a detailed analysis of Wade's rider before the start of the race, let's take a look, how is he doing?

Okay, it's game on!"

The iron gates opened.

The brown bull stormed into the ring.

Kicking the dust, the sturdy body shook repeatedly, and the bull's head swayed horizontally and vertically.

Wade looked serious, grabbed the reins with his left hand and raised his right hand above his head in a western cowboy lassoness gesture.

The body is not twisted much.

The state is very stable.

Seven and a half seconds, landed.

After landing on the ground, he quickly got up, ran to the fences on both sides of the field, and strode up, holding the fence railing with both hands.

The bison crashed into the fence, failed to hit Wade, and turned around and ran around the field.

The referee quickly controls the bison.

Wade smiled regretfully, reached out to high-five the spectators, jumped off the fence, and walked back to the lounge area.

Chris: "It was clear from his expression that he was not satisfied with the result, Wade already had the qualities of a professional rider, both in terms of strength and body coordination, and the beauty of the performance, which was very comfortable, but it was a pity that he did not complete the uniform in this round of the race.

But we want to congratulate him on becoming the first rider to qualify for the first race.

Hopefully, Wade can play his best and play seriously with his brother Johnson!"

Commentary: "One of Chris's most optimistic players has already qualified for the main event, and the other player, Liu Wei, will play in the last place, will there be other players who have qualified for the main tournament before him?

O'Neill finally realized that he was holding Liu Wei's live broadcast phone, and turned his head to stare at the live camera, "Guys, I'm excited now, I also want to experience the feeling of bull riding!"

Some viewers in the live broadcast room barely understood what he was saying in English.

"Don't you like horseback riding?"

"I can do it too!"

"No, the cow doesn't want to be ridden by you, you're too heavy!"

"Ao Fat is here to be funny!"

Although O'Neill couldn't understand the Chinese barrage, he was very emotional, with a strange look and a roar in his mouth.

Commentary: "Chris, there's no denying that the level of amateur riders in this class is very high, but so far Wade is the only one who has won the ticket to the main race, has it disappointed you?"

Chris: "The charm of competitive sports is to feel the excitement of it, and when I look at it from the perspective of the spectators and the commentary, I think the level of the tournament has been shown.

If you want to look at the strength, the main game the day after tomorrow is the hard dish. ”

"OK! Here is the last rider in today's bonus qualifying, he is Liu Wei from China!" The narrator smiled strangely.

"Let's wish him a good result!"

Without much introduction.

There was no discussion with Chris either.

The echo of the scene also stopped suddenly.

The cheers of the audience were reduced by more than half.

Liu Wei sat on the bull and waited, feeling a completely different atmosphere of the game.

Tynyima is realistic!

Look down on me so much?

Liu Wei shook his head and smiled.

O'Neill doesn't really like the smell of discrimination on the playing field.

The big face fell instantly.

A look of anger.

He waved his fists and shouted, "Liu, fuck it, my brother, let them see your strength!"

The audience around O'Neill stared at his unusual reaction, a little puzzled.

But he was soon driven by his passion, and immediately followed with shouting.

Liu Wei raised his head and smiled at O'Neill, raising his hand to make an OK gesture.

The big screens on both sides showed his current state of the game.

In the commentary seat, Chris smiled: "Among all the riders who participated in the bonus qualifying race today, Liu Wei showed the most relaxed pre-race state, even on the faces of many professional riders, such a relaxed state cannot be seen."

He's already emptied of himself, I love the way he plays, maybe he's going to make a difference!"

After listening to Chris's analysis, the commentator on the left joked, "Maybe he's given up the game!"

The commentary on the right pandered: "I hope he can hold on for three seconds, hahaha!"

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