Chapter Forty-Five: Extreme Speed
"Damn! Wait a minute, I want to make that kid look good! ”
Chen Xing's face was gloomy and watery, and he couldn't help but burst into foul language.
I thought that Li Hao was a shield, and he didn't have much intersection with Nangong Wan, but now it seems that it is not like that.
As long as he thought that Nangong Wan, who had always been cold, actually came to see Li Hao's racing car, Chen Xing was jealous, and a ruthless plan quickly took shape in his mind.
Not only racing, Chen Xing also plans to create some "accidental" accidents.
In short, he definitely wants to let Li Hao walk around today without eating.
Li Hao didn't know this, and even if he did, he wouldn't care too much.
At this time, he had already started the live broadcast and drove all the way to the upper track.
"Brothers, I'm here!"
"Wow! There are a lot of supercars, you can open your eyes! ”
Li Hao got out of the car with a smile, directly ignoring Chen Xing's resentful gaze and the hostility of others, and aimed the live camera at the long row of supercars.
"I'll it! It's the first time I've seen so many supercars! ”
"Brother Hao, the situation is a little bad, these guys seem to be here to cheer each other on!"
"It's a pity that we don't have a supercar, so we can't come to cheer for Brother Hao."
"Brother Hao, although we are not very optimistic about you, we must win!"
"If you lose, you'll have nothing!"
There was a lot of heated discussion in the live broadcast room, and out of concern about this bet, even those supercars didn't look good.
As many people say, ridicule is ridicule, bets are bets, but they really don't want to see Li Hao lose this bet, after all, the price is too heavy.
Unconsciously, they have already liked this live broadcast room, and they don't want to see the anchor sink into the sand like this.
"Thank you brothers for your support, I won't lose!"
Li Hao's heart was warm and he smiled confidently.
It's not blind arrogance, but after strengthening, it has real confidence.
This kind of self-confidence has gradually infected the live broadcast room.
"Brother Hao, although I don't know where you got your confidence, my brothers believe in you!"
"It's just like the previous wilderness survival PK, put it to death and live later!"
"Brother Hao, fuck you, step on the accelerator to the end, just rush!"
"Don't make a fuss, Lamborghini can reach a top speed of 434KM/H, and it only takes 1.8 seconds to accelerate to 100 meters, and it takes off directly at the corner."
"Brother Hao, I don't know much about racing, but I believe in you, since you choose to accept this bet, then I will support you to the end!"
Everyone in the live broadcast room posted barrages one after another to cheer for Li Hao.
Because, the game is about to start, and there is not much they can do at this time, so they can only cheer up Li Hao through the barrage.
"Haha, yes, yes, just like the barrage said, wait for one foot on the accelerator to the end and rush straight forward!"
"Brother Xing, it is strongly recommended to sign a contract of life and death, if this kid dies on the track, it doesn't matter to us."
"Wow! More than three million people watching? Big anchor! Then you can wait and see, staring at how your anchor is trapped! ”
There are all kinds of yin and yang weirdness in the supercar club, and some people even clicked into Li Hao's live broadcast room to ridicule them.
Chen Xing was making the final warm-up preparations, and although he didn't speak, the corners of his mouth outlined a hint of ridicule.
It's so unprofessional!
At first glance, he is a novice and has no racing experience.
An obvious detail, which can also be said to be a stupid move, is that Li Hao actually planned to enter the car with a selfie stick and broadcast it live.
You know, it's a race car, and it's completely different from driving on a normal road.
Driving on ordinary roads, you can install a dash cam or something, after all, the speed is not fast, but on the professional track, the speed can reach more than 300 kilometers per hour, such an act is simply to death.
A sudden braking, or improper control, will cause the mobile phone and selfie stick in the car to crash into you like whistling bullets, which is extremely dangerous.
Because of this, the camera installation in the F1 car is very particular, fully considering the dynamic principle, and eliminating various safety hazards.
Like Li Hao, getting into the car and fixing the selfie stick on his mobile phone at will, he is really as stupid as he is.
Of course, he won't remind Li Hao.
Not only will he not be reminded, but Chen Xing is also quite looking forward to Li Hao and others having trouble, if there is a safety accident, it will be even cooler.
"There is a three-minute countdown to the game, please drive the car to the track and wait for the referee to give the order!"
"After the gun goes off, whoever runs three laps around the upper track first is the winner of this race."
"If there is no objection, please prepare the two contestants!"
The event staff on the track made a temporary cameo appearance, acting as a referee and giving orders.
Hearing this, Li Hao and Chen Xing both drove their sports cars to the designated starting line.
Since they are not professional F1 cars, and there are no professional car maintenance personnel, they can only run three laps at most, otherwise, the tires are estimated to be scrapped.
This point has long been written into the contract, and both parties have no objection.
Just see two supercars side by side, and the race is about to start.
"Li Hao, you're doomed!" Chen Xing rolled down the window and gestured a middle finger at Li Hao, which immediately attracted cheers from everyone in the supercar club at the scene.
Li Hao didn't bother to pay attention to this at all.
Amateur?
If he is an amateur, then there is no professional racer in this world.
With his eyes and minds, he now has the ability to be a professional athlete, in addition to learning some racing stunts.
For example, accelerating tail flicks, accelerating corners, drain corners, climbing walls, and so on.
"Brothers, I'm so nervous and excited, I suddenly want to pee!"
"Brother Hao, don't be too fast at the beginning, take it easy, after all, there are many corners on the track, and safety is the most important!"
"Brother Hao, if the live broadcast affects your control, it's okay to turn off the broadcast first, the brothers all understand."
As the game started immediately, everyone in the live broadcast room, especially the fans, couldn't help but get nervous.
But what stunned them was that Li Hao was very relaxed, with a smile on his face, and did not forget to interact with the barrage in the live broadcast room: "Brothers, if I win, remember to pay attention and make a fan card!"
Now the popularity of his live broadcast room has reached 3.8 million, and he is about to break the highest popularity record.
Of course, this is not possible.
Because most of the active viewers on the live broadcast platform are white prostitutes, the real paying viewers are still in the minority.
Not to mention that everyone has a fan card, even if one percent of the audience does a card, it is not realistic.
"No problem, as long as the anchor can win, I will immediately make a fan card and join your fan group!"
"Anchor, I've already paid attention, and then I'll see your performance!"
"Anchor, just a fan card, but six shark fins, it's nothing at all."
Countless passers-by and viewers in the live broadcast room responded with barrages and made promises.