Bind to the National Games and start playing as an Olympic athlete

When he woke up the next day, Yang Yun saw the electronic dog lying beside him.

He patted the dog's head and opened the live broadcast room.

"Sweeping monk, is your injury healed?"

"Sweeping monk, when did you get an extra electronic dog?"

"Is it too lonely up there? I have dolls here, don't need 998, only 98, do you want one?"

"Sweeping Monk, do you have a girlfriend? Are you still single?"

"Don't be kidding, isn't there anyone who doesn't have a girlfriend these days? No way?"

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Yang Yun looked at the barrage and felt that he should not be a hero.

Do you have to be like this? Do you have to be so angry that people don't pay for their lives.

After stroking the dog's head, Yang Yun calmed down.

Except for this rule, everything is allowed, such as blowing the opponent's tires or blowing the opponent's head.

Yang Yun nodded.

Yang Yun could imagine that his reputation as a sweeping monk would really be ruined.

Yang Yun felt that the Wanguo Olympic Games must be jealous of his talent.

"The foot injury is almost healed. This time it is really almost healed. This electronic dog will use electric shock therapy, which can improve the absorption of drugs."

The system then prompts.

"It will be open."

The car is there, the difference is the driver.

He could already imagine the scene where he was targeted by hundreds of machine cannons, and then he was blasted into pieces under the artillery fire, whipping corpses and whipping corpses again.

"That is to say, when I took the driver's license test, I failed the second subject four times, the third subject three times, and hit the wall five times during the driving practice. I usually call the insurance company after reversing the car and putting it in the garage."

Yang Yun glanced at the map. The total length is [-] kilometers. It doesn't matter whether you can win the championship or not. The important thing is to survive.

"Sad."

So, Yang Yun chose one of the many names, stupid.

Yang Yun was about to scold someone.

The system notification sounded again.

Song Xiong heaved a sigh of relief, with Yang Yun's Versailles character, being able to drive means driving well.

Anyway, Yang Yun is not going to participate in the competition, so it doesn't matter if he announces in advance.

It's good to let other international competitions be broken.

Yang Yun's brows were frowned. The race started the day after tomorrow, and with his skill of crashing the car even when reversing into the garage, it was difficult to dodge the attack amidst thousands of guns.

With a sigh, Yang Yun decided not to participate in the competition.

After chatting for a while, I closed the live broadcast room, and ordered Benben to get some food, and the electronic bullshit ran over, which made Yang Yun sigh, if I knew it was so easy to use, I would have taken it out and used it earlier.

Song Xiong was surprised at first, then calmed down, and then nodded.

Yang Yun had already expected that he would be turned into powder under the bombardment of the crowd, and there was really no scum left.

"Hey, leave it to fate."

"The rules of the free racing competition. Competitors compete on a specific track. There is no racing requirement. The only rule is that the tires cannot be more than 1 meter off the ground."

This is good, Yang Yun doesn't need to think anymore, because he doesn't need to act.

really.

Yang Yun: "I fucking vomited."

Is this fun to play?Dozens of missiles coaxed them over, did they want to play mahjong with the Tathagata Buddha, or fight the landlord with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?

Damn, those countries don't treat him as a human being.

There is no requirement for a racing car, which means that even driving a tank is no problem, after all, a tank is also a kind of car.

"Captain Song, I may not participate in the next game."

Song Xiong looked at Yang Yun nervously and asked.

"Ding, the system prompts that the next race at the IWC Olympic Games is free racing."

Yang Yun had a bad premonition in his heart.

Netizens praised the electronic dog cowhide one after another, and then asked Yang Yun to name it.

Yang Yun searched for equipment in the system backpack. The maglev car is suitable for the competition. With the fission battery, there is no need to worry about energy.

"Your foot is injured and you haven't recovered yet. It's a good thing not to participate."

For the game the day after tomorrow, the notice is given today, and there is a special time for people to prepare and equip weapons, so that's fine.

Just as he was about to turn off the communicator, a voice sounded from inside the bird's nest.

The fission battery is equivalent to a small nuclear fuel, which solves the urgent need.

"Ding, in order to make up for the loss of not being able to play, if the master can win this competition, he will get super rewards."

Yang Yun knew right away that hearing the word "freedom" is not good.

He remembered that there was no racing event in the Olympics.

"Racing is not an Olympic event. This competition does not provide any role-playing functions. I hope the owner will have a good time."

Song Xiong was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a while, but when he came back to his senses, he saw Yang Yun's expression like a bitter melon, and said with his lips pursed.

But what Yang Yun said later shocked Song Xiong.

Yang Yun would not say: "No, it's not a problem with my feet, it's because I'm cowardly."

It's an otaku welfare, but it's a pity that it's not a human form, otherwise it would be nice to have multiple maids.

As for the rule that the tires cannot leave the ground, the IWC Olympic Games is afraid that someone will fly over directly and point to the plane and say, this is a car.

"Olympic athletes, the next competition is free racing. You will drive 100 kilometers on a 1-meter-wide road. During the competition, the distance between the wheels of the racing car and the ground shall not exceed [-] meter. In addition, there is no other rules."

Is this a friendly reminder?This is death notice.

Just like that poem, the road to Shu is as difficult as going to the sky, and the competition is as difficult as finding a wife.

race car?Yang Yun was stunned.

Yang Yun just nodded, acquiescing to Song Xiong's conjecture, and the sprained foot is not a bad thing now.

Forfeiting the game is punished, and participating in the game is life-threatening, which is more important, Yang Yun can still figure it out.

Abstaining from voting is undoubtedly the best choice, otherwise his life will be lost. Yang Yun has not experienced the fun of a girl, and he doesn't want to die here.

Yanhua has been very peaceful recently, and Yang Yun has nothing to worry about. This time, it is the people of Yanhua who care about him.

"The three games of the IWC Olympic Games are one round, and the second game of each round is a random game, which is not selected according to the Olympic events."
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Yang Yun understood that this was the so-called entertainment competition, but thinking about the freestyle swimming before, the crocodiles and undercurrent in the pool, it was not entertainment at all.

"Abstention is not allowed in this game, and the country of the abstainer will be punished by destroying the country."

Yang Yun, who wanted to cry without tears, was really scared. Looking at the map of the car race, the road was wide enough for fifty cars to run in parallel, which meant that everyone could attack wantonly.

Get in touch with Song Xiong.

Yang Yun not only shivered.

"Friendly reminder, this system is an Olympic athlete performance system, and only Olympic athletes can be selected."

After chatting with many viewers for a while, Yang Yun turned off the live broadcast.

Yang Yun was thinking desperately about the information about the racing athletes in his mind, but he couldn't think of it.

"You can drive, right?"

Abandoning the game is not allowed. Abandoning the game means destroying the country. This is not keeping alive.

"Yang Yun, don't worry, the country will remember you, and the people will remember you."

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you."

After speaking, Song Xiong hung up the communication.

Yang Yun sighed, looked at the electronic dog dawdling beside him, stroked the dog's head and said.

"This is going to be difficult."