In a small, dimly lit room, a middle-aged man sits on a couch with his knees crossed and watches TV.

He was stubble, tired, and his eyes were a little distracted.

There were several empty beer bottles piled up beside him.

There are also several take-out boxes on the table in front of the living room.

There are also leftovers of food in the box.

The food has long since become hard and spoiled.

The room was filled with the smell of rotting food.

The TV in the room glowed dimly.

The narration came from the TV.

"In the second game of the International Speed, the Huaxia team sent a lightning horse to face the lightning dog of country M."

Hearing this, the man angrily smashed the wine bottle on the ground and said hoarsely: "Damn, the lightning horse faces the lightning dog, isn't this looking for death?" ”

The International Speed is the world's largest and most well-known genetic and biological race.

The heat of the genetic race is not much worse than that of the fighting race.

And the format is even more interesting.

This is a quadrennial international tournament, and teams from other countries compete against each other.

The competition format is 4 wins in 7 rounds.

Each time the two sides put out a genetic creature race, the winner gets one point.

Win after four points.

Therefore, the order of appearance of genetic creatures in this game is crucial.

The perfect strategy can play a role in the field of horse racing.

Huaxia's performance in the speed race was not satisfactory, only in the top ten for more than ten years, and the best one was second.

And in the first game, Huaxia has already lost to country M.

If we lose this game again, we will be 0-2 down.

At this point, the commentary on the TV continued.

"Both lightning horses and lightning dogs have lightning genes in their bodies, and there are lightning activating cells that can stimulate potential."

"The Lightning Horse is the best thunder gene creature in the Huaxia team, and it was once ranked twenty-third on the speed list."

"But the reputation of the opponent Thunderbolt is going to fight a lot. 11th on the speed list. In terms of physique, it is indeed better than the lightning horse. ”

"The Huaxia team has already lost one game, and if it loses again this one, it will be difficult."

"However, the cultivation of genetic organisms is also crucial, and the lightning horse is cultivated by our most well-known cultivator in China, Ma Jun, so there may be surprises." Although the commentary is not optimistic about Huaxia, it still gives hope.

"Fuck you! No matter how well the lightning horse is bred, it is not the opponent's. The middle-aged man shouted angrily.

But he can only let his mouth cannon go.

He put down his bottle and continued to watch the TV intently.

"It's game on! The rider of the Lightning Horse is Fang Zheng, one of the best riders in our country. ”

"The Lightning Horse started faster than the Thunderbolt Dog, one position ahead!" The commentary's voice suddenly became extremely high-pitched.

"Thunderbolts are fast, but Lightning Horses aren't slow either! The situation has been stalemate for the time being. ”

On TV, the two genetics have already run 200 meters, but the Lightning Horse has a slight lead, about five meters.

The middle-aged man stared at the screen, his fingers pinching his leg nervously.

He finally couldn't stop muttering, "Rush, rush, rush!" There are still 500 meters left, rush, ahh ”

His muttering eventually turned to a wild roar, his eyes widened with rage, and his hands flapped wildly on the couch.

The cheers of the scene were heard on the TV, and then the middle-aged man collapsed limply on the sofa, two lines of muddy tears running down his face.

"It's a pity that the Thunderbolt overtook the Lightning Horse at the end. Country M scored another point. However, Huaxia still has a chance, as long as the ......." commentary continues.

It's just that the middle-aged man has turned off the TV, and he sits in the room silently.

Tick mile.

At this point, the phone rang.

The middle-aged man reached into the garbage heap and fumbled for a while, and finally pulled out a somewhat wet mobile phone, which still smelled of it.

But the middle-aged man did not dislike opening up in his ears.

"Looking for whom?" The middle-aged man's voice was very tired.

"Ah Zheng, it's me." A somewhat 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 guess what the middle-aged man was going to do, and hurriedly spoke.

"Look, what's wrong? See how you guys lose? The middle-aged man's tone was tinged with mockery and disdain.

"Ah Zheng, listen to me, we will definitely give you justice in that matter."

"Fair fart! I don't want justice. The middle-aged man had red eyes and roared angrily, "You killed him, it's you!" ”

"I know." The other end of the phone sighed, and then persuaded, "You are the best cultivator in Huaxia, do you really not want to return?" ”

"The best? Hehe, that man is dead. The middle-aged man smiled mockingly again.

The best cultivator in Huaxia, this is the title of how long ago.

I've almost forgotten about it.

"I'm hanging." The middle-aged man sneered and put down his phone.

"Wait a minute! Do you know the little fire horse? Are you willing to nurture him?! The other end of the phone excitedly shouted out.

"Little Fire Horse?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly picked up his mobile phone, "Little Fire Horse???! ”

The elven middle-aged man who has been in a uproar recently naturally understands.

High intelligence, as well as a flame that can change the temperature, and that excellent physical fitness.

It's just that such elves can really participate in the God Speed Race?

"I'll send you the internal data of the little fire horse." The other end of the phone was a little cheerful, "With your breeding little fire horse, he will definitely become the fastest genetic creature in the whole of China, no, the world." “

"The fastest? When are you going to talk big? The middle-aged man smiled disdainfully.

Bite.

The middle-aged man received the information of the little fire horse on his mobile phone.

It turned out that he was still a little disdainful, but then the more he looked at it, the more silent he became.

"How? Whether you are interested or not, the red and white company specifies that you want to cultivate. You know, the red and white company has a backstage, so you don't have to worry at all, those guys don't dare to do it. A voice came over the phone.

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time, and finally pushed away the wine bottle next to him, and said with some scolding: "MD, I'll take it." ”

"I'm looking forward to the ability of the No. 1 cultivator in Huaxia!" The voice on the phone became clearer.

.......

It worked?

Li Qiuran, who received the news, smiled slightly.

"Well, he agreed, but ......" Zhang Meng hesitated a little, "Why do you appoint Ah Zheng, he was only the first cultivator ten years ago." ”

"Maybe it's because he loves elves." Li Qiuran smiled meaningfully, and in front of him was Ah Zheng's information.

Ah Zheng, the No. 1 cultivator in China, the genetic creatures he cultivated shined in the speed race.

But ten years ago, he suddenly announced his retirement and has since disappeared from the world.

No one knows where he went.

And the world has one more lost person who is addicted to alcohol.

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