[Drag racer? 】

[It's over, it's a car accident]

[When will Ling'er drag race?] 】

[Jin Linger has a sports car, which is often seen in school, it is Porsche]

[This car seems to be a new Lamborghini, the speed is very exaggerated, and it is easy to have an accident if the car skills are not good]

[What about the staff?] Why don't you go and have a look? 】

……

Just when everyone thought it was a car accident, the VR perspective suddenly drifted to the scene of the crash, and the Lamborghini, whose front had been smashed, reversed out of the brick rubble of the gas station. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Only then did the audience realize that this was a premeditated "car accident", with elastic walls, smoke machines, and spark special effects...... It's all for the effect of the show, this supercar has long been braked by Jin Ling'er, and it slowly knocked down the soft wall, causing a ruin.

The damage to the front of the car was also prepared, and the paint on the surface fell off as soon as it was touched, forming this damaged appearance that could not bear to look at directly.

The subtitle popped up, attracting the title of the No. 7 guest in the line:

"Drag Racing Family": Straight drag racing party, graffiti, fearless pioneer.

"Oh, it's over, I finally borrowed this car from the young master of the Lin family, how will I explain it when I get to the airport later."

Jin Ling'er lowered the car window, frowned slightly, thought for a long time, and suddenly sneered: "Let's do it." ”

With that, he took out a bottle of spray paint from the front cabinet of the car, opened the door and walked to the front of the car.

呲~呲呲......

After a wild spray, the scars on the front of the car were forcibly covered by spray paint, and it looked very twisted.

[Is this okay?] 】

[Young Master of the Lin family? [It can't be Lin Hao's dead fat man, right? ] 】

[More than 10 million cars, with 30 yuan of spray paint? ] [That's right, you have to use 40 yuan anyway]

[It seems that Fat Blow's setting in this show is the rich second generation? ] (Powder)

……

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The last Chinese guest did not appear for a long time, and the program team re-staged the camera from No. 1 to No. 7, and the VR screen was cut into seven sub-screens, and each small grid was live broadcasting the real-time dynamics of the guests.

Lord Wei had already arrived at the school and got on the school bus to the airport. (1 double-decker bus)

Xueba Yandi had just left home and was on his way to school.

DJ Man drove a low-key black car into the campus and was looking for a parking space in the parking lot.

Sister Jing walked into the campus on foot and was rushing to the school bus.

Ye Xin was not far from the school, walking towards the school bus from the other gate of the school.

Haixin rode a bicycle into the school gate and met Emperor Yan on the way.

"The program team actually gave you a bicycle? Do you want to give me a ride? Emperor Yan said pitifully.

"The car doesn't have a back seat, so I can't take it." Haixin stuck out his tongue.

"The program team did it on purpose." Emperor Yan sighed.

……

In the seven sub-screens, everyone arrives at the school first, and then turns from the school bus to the airport.

Only Jin Ling'er, a rebellious drag racing party, went on the road alone, and she was the first to arrive at her destination.

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"Oops, I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry, I'm in a hurry, why haven't I come yet?"

Outside the courtyard gate of a high-end villa, Lin Hao stood on the lawn with a brand-name bag on his back, so anxious that he stomped his feet again and again.

The school uniforms of the other guests are quite regular, except for Sister Jing's skirt, which is a little short. Lin Hao's school uniform is not ordinary, the clothes are individually customized, and the neckline is with a black bow, barely a little gentlemanly.

The subtitles pop up with the title of the last guest:

"Mixed-race gentlemen": only a quarter of the aristocracy of Chinese ancestry, a very annoying gentleman.

Tuk Tuk Tuk ......

A private helicopter landed on the tarmac of the small courtyard, the hatch opened, and a straight man in black jumped out.

"17.43 seconds! You're 17.43 seconds late! Do you know how valuable Young Master Ben's time is? Do you still want to do it? ”

The fat man was furious as he pointed to a luxurious watch.

The man in black laughed again and again, carrying a carton of transparent packaged milk in his hand, and walked up to Lin Fatzi respectfully:

"Young master, it's time to get on the plane, you can't be absent when the school leader greets you."

"Assi! It is really an insult to the honor of the family to let Young Master Ben take such a low passenger plane to South Korea. ”

Lin Fatzi pretended to touch his chin, and began to pretend as soon as he came up, and his speed in the play was unmatched.

"I'm really sorry because I was slow to contact and the director of Seoul Gimpo International Airport did not approve our private jet to be airborne."

"It's really a field manager who doesn't know how to lift, let my dad talk to the Aviation Bureau, and fire the field director directly."

[Family honor? You should be medieval Europe.]

[This dead fat man, I guessed that he was going to play a role that was underwhelmed]

[I don't have the temperament of the rich second generation, the more I look at it, the more I look like a nouveau riche]

……

[Eh, no, is there a position of field manager at the airport?] 】

[Poofha, it's too capable? Field? Are you a chicken farm? 】

[The top leader of the airport is generally the chairman, general manager, director of the aviation bureau, etc.]

[What the hell is the field manager?] The program team is too spoofed, Emma laughed at me] (pink)

……

The man in black escorted Lin Fatzi to the plane, and breakfast was prepared on the table in the cabin, a bowl of noodles and a few slices of sushi.

"Master, drink some milk."

The man in black opened the suitcase and pulled out a hot bottle of milk.

Lin Fat Man took a sip, spit out the table, and said angrily:

"What's the broken milk? It doesn't taste right! ”

"It's milk from the best pasture in New Zealand at 4:30 a.m., how can it be wrong?"

The man in black opened another bottle, sniffed it to his nose, and smiled awkwardly:

"Oops, I got the wrong bottle, this bottle seems to be a new product from the Fierce Bull Company, and the housekeeper took the wrong one in the morning. You just have to say, the nutrition is actually pretty much the same. ”

Before the words fell, a dynamic picture of an advertisement for a well-known milk floated in the corner of the VR environment.

[This...... Advertising again? 】

[The fat spring is coming, this character doesn't seem to be an ordinary rich second generation]

[Li Jia/Cheng's grandson drinks milk flown in from New Zealand every morning, is it ironic for Fat to play this show? ] 】

……

The speed of the private helicopter is amazing, and it was planned to fly directly to the airport to transfer to the flight in Seoul, passing by a certain block on the way, Fat Blow saw a familiar figure and immediately ordered the pilot to land quickly.

The camera suddenly turned and returned to the ground, and saw Emperor Yan walking alone with a travel bag, when suddenly the intersection was blocked by a helicopter, and the nearby vehicles were transferred to the route in advance by the program team, so that the recording scene here was extremely empty.

Lin Fatzi jumped off the plane and mocked when he met:

"Yo, isn't this my male god?"

"Fuck off." Fang Yan couldn't help laughing when he saw the person dressed up, and when he saw the special plane behind him, he didn't mention how balanced he was:

"You're flying? Too much, right? ”

"Hey, hey, hey, do you understand the special treatment of special roles? Do you think they're all the same as you? ”

Lin Fatzi looked like a villain, and his mouth was crooked, "Hahahaha, cool, really cool, I thought you were all treated well, but I didn't expect me to have a plane alone, ahhahaha......"

"Come here." Fang Yan beckoned, this gesture Lin Fat Man couldn't be more familiar, this is the rhythm of beating people! (To be continued.) )