Chapter 158: The Reporter Who Vomited Blood
The middle-aged man looked at the young man like an idiot: "Don't you see the beautiful woman sitting in his back seat?
Only then did the young man notice that there was still a person sitting in the back seat of the locomotive, and his long hair skirt fluttered backwards with the forward movement of the locomotive.
Perhaps in order to block the wind, this beauty completely shrank behind the biker, and did not pay attention to the front, and really did not notice.
The young man was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the first person to arrive was actually the guy who left five minutes late.
He still remembered the guy's last words before leaving: "Hurry up and get to the finish line, I'll be the first to arrive." ”
The young man said dumbfoundedly, "This guy is really the first to arrive?"
The speed of the locomotive was very fast, and at this moment, it had already crossed the finish line.
Only then did the person in charge of the broadcast react and locked the camera switch on the big screen to the finish area.
Xi Risheng jumped off the locomotive, took off his helmet, slammed his helmet on the ground hard, stretched out his hands, and waited to receive the cheers.
The time on the big screen is locked at one full hour.
There was silence at the finish line, save for the sound of helmets bouncing and rolling on the ground, and all the onlookers were stunned.
Even Alice, who got off the locomotive with Xi Risheng, was a little silly, and she stared blankly at the big screen despite her messy hair.
So fast?
They all know that last year's record set by James was 1 hour, 15 minutes, 20 seconds, 38 seconds, less than half a second higher than the previous best record of 1 hour, 15 minutes, 20 seconds, 58 seconds.
A motorcycle race is not a tortoise race, you can run a long distance in a minute, and a few seconds of improvement require unremitting effort from the biker.
One expert once predicted that without the replacement of locomotives, the best time in the cross-hill locomotive race would not be under one hour and ten minutes.
Now, this guy whose name no one knows is actually running for an hour?
No, he left five minutes late, which means that he should have taken fifty-five minutes.
What is this concept?
There was silence all around, and Xi Risheng, who had raised his hands for a long time, did not hear any cheers, and put down his arms in a daze.
Xi Risheng muttered dissatisfiedly: "What quality do these people have? Don't they need to cheer to welcome the champion?"
Liu Feng, who had just stepped off the hovercar, looked at Xi Risheng and shook his head with a wry smile.
The little bastards who followed behind Liu Feng screamed a little crazy, and even the one-eyed dragon was jumping and shouting with tears in their eyes, they witnessed the miracle of history.
As these little bastards took the lead in shouting, the scene burst into a tsunami of cheers.
The British City "Times News Network" has been responsible for the exclusive coverage of the underground locomotive race, and the reporter who was guarding near the finish line finally reacted and rushed to the west sunrise with the microphone.
Xi Risheng is smiling bitterly, why are these people half a beat slow to react?
You didn't react when I raised my arms, and when I put them down, you cheered like a landslide, playing with me?
Seeing the microphone handed over by the reporter, Xi Risheng nodded secretly, this is right, like the treatment of a champion.
Without waiting for the reporter to speak, Xi Risheng said to himself: "Well, I didn't play well today, mainly because I was not in good shape, but I showed the spirit of friendship first and competition second." ”
The reporter almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, you set a record, and actually said that you didn't play well, how can you make other players embarrassed?
Does this also show the spirit of friendship first and competition second?
Seeing that Xi Risheng still wanted to speak, the reporter hurriedly asked in order to lead the topic to the right path: "It seems that you are participating in the Cross Mountain Locomotive Race for the first time, right?
The reporter also saw that Xi Risheng's attitude was a little too much, so he didn't ask for the testimonial of winning the championship, but just asked him to evaluate the track.
Because Cross Hill is considered to be the most difficult motorcycle track in the whole of British Isles, with steep trails and many curves, there is hardly any objection to this question.
This is also the experience of journalists over the years, first asking about the well-known, and then slowly asking about some private privacy.
Xi Risheng smiled: "It's the first time I've participated in a race here, about the Cross Hill Track, hehe, it's too pediatric." ”
The reporter who was about to continue asking questions was almost choked up by the last half of Xi Risheng's last sentence, what is pediatrics? You say that the Cross Hill Circuit is pediatrics? Are you trying to insult our great English City?
The reporter asked with some emotion: "Then what track did you race on before?"
Xi Risheng looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle and made a deep groan: "I've only raced on one track before, and that's the Alpine Circuit. ”
The reporter was choked again, of course he knew about the Alpine circuit, and all people with a little common sense of locomotives would know, that it was recognized as the most difficult locomotive track in the Earth Federation.
How dare you say you've only raced on the Alpine circuit? Why don't you say you've only raced on the moon?
When encountering players who like to pretend to be forced, reporters have no choice but to cooperate, and it is possible that what these players say can increase the click rate of netizens.
The reporter smiled and asked, "Since you have participated in the race on the Alpine circuit, I think you are also a famous person, dare to ask your name?"
Xi Risheng shook his head modestly: "Except for the first competition, I registered my name, and I didn't register my name later, and few people know my name." ”
"Didn't register the name?" The reporter was stunned for a moment, and then reacted in a blink of an eye, the contestants who did not register their names to participate in the competition were either registered representative groups, or registered exclusive titles recognized by everyone.
And people with exclusive titles are really not ordinary people.
The reporter used a careful trick and asked: "Ah, then you must be a person with an exclusive title?
In the reporter's mind, this player who likes to pretend to be forced must be a registered representative group, because there are only ten people in the entire Earth Federation motorcycle industry who have exclusive titles, and in England City, there is not a single one.
Among the ten people, only two are still active in the motorcycle industry, and it just so happened that the reporter had seen the photos of those two people, and he was sure that this guy was definitely not one of the two gods.
The reporter laughed a little, and the report of the killing may have a higher click-through rate!
Xi Risheng's head is not as smart as Liu Feng, and he thought that the reporter was really praising him.
He wanted to pretend to be cool, but he couldn't hide his triumphant expression, and shook his head and said, "They all call me." ”
Speaking of this, Xi Risheng paused heavily, and then took a pose that he thought was cool, before shouting, "Alpine car god!"