Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Half of the people were scattered in the huge auditorium. Wen Qingyue found her own seat and sat down. The race hadn't started yet, and the drivers hadn't entered the field yet.

Wen Qingyue put the drink in her hand by her feet, and took out her mobile phone to pass the time. People sat down in front of and behind her one after another, and the sound of discussions inevitably fell into her ears.

"No. 15 is participating in today's competition! I like him the most!"

"How many times have you been here? You don't even know the name of No. 15, but you just like it."

"You don't care! And I'm telling the truth, he was really handsome in the last qualifying match! I hope he can advance today, so please tell No. 15 who it is?"

"You know me! Here, come out, Jianying, your number 15!"

Wen Qingyue listened to the discussion of the two girls behind her, and couldn't help but look into the driveway.

The racers came out wearing their racing suits and holding their helmets. There were 20 players participating in the competition, and they were ranked according to their qualifying scores.

The promotion round will be based on the rankings in the previous round.

Wen Qingyue's eyes fell on the No. 15 racing driver, wearing a red and white racing suit, and waving to the fans in the audience with a bright smile.

There was a commotion in the auditorium, and the photographer also gave the shot of No. 15 very understandingly. The big screen instantly switched to the face of No. 15. He was of mixed Chinese and English, with deep eyebrows and eyes, and could discharge electricity when facing the camera.

This kind of sunny, handsome and affectionate boy is indeed very attractive to girls. Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows and looked at the boy in the blue racing suit beside Jianying. The back that I saw before I came out.

Wen Ziming likes racing cars?

Soon the big screen gave her the answer, the personal camera of No. 15 disappeared, and the rankings of the players were switched.

Among the top five rankings, Wen Ziming ranked second, and No.1 happened to be No. 15 Jianying.

Can this happen too?

Wen Qingyue stared at the words Wen Ziming on the 13th, not in a very happy mood.

It seems that Wen Ziming should be the VIP of this club, don't you want to run into him often in the future?

Tsk, what a turn off!

Wen Qingyue held her forehead a little irritably. At the same time, the racers put on their racing suits one after another, and the host read out the rules of the race.

"Welcome everyone to the site of the Drift Contest Promotion Competition organized by Kaishi Group and Bentley Group!"

"Let me introduce today's competition rules and scoring rules to you, No.1 vs No. 20, No. 2 vs No. 19, and so on. The winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated! Ten racers will be selected to advance to the final... ..."

After the host explained the rules and began to introduce the track and tires, the little girl behind Wen Qingyue couldn't help but questioned, "What kind of competition rules are these? It's unfair to let the last place compete with No.1." !"

The little girl didn't understand racing at first glance, her companion said helplessly: "My little idiot, stop talking, shame on you!"

The little girl whispered aggrievedly, "I don't understand, please tell me!"

"Oh, I don't know how to tell you. Anyway, the rules of the game are like this. You can understand after reading it!"

Wen Qingyue found it very amusing to listen to the conversation between the two, especially the aggrieved voice of the little white girl, which was very cute.

Girl Xiaobai's friend couldn't stand her acting coquettishly, so she bit the bullet and explained: "The rules are very simple. The results of the previous qualifying races determine where they will start today. Timing starts when they pass the starting line, so the distance for the car behind is free. Accelerate. Into"

Wen Qingyue's brows frowned involuntarily. Obviously, this girl didn't know much about racing. What she was talking about was the rules of the F1 rally, which was somewhat different from the rules of the drift race.

"Really?"

"Fake!" As a racing enthusiast, Wen Qingyue really couldn't stand this kind of wrong popular science.

When the two people behind heard her voice, they were stunned for a moment. The girl who explained it was a little embarrassed and said, "What's fake? I'm a professional racing enthusiast! I've watched a lot of races!"

"The rules of the game you are talking about are the Formula F1 Rally, which is a two-car drift race!" Wen Qingyue retorted softly, without looking back at the changes in the expressions of the two behind her.

"The results of the two-car pk in the drift race are judged separately according to the speed, angle, arc, ability to pull smoke, the follow-up distance of the two cars, and the degree of foul. The two-car PK starts at the same time, divided into leading and following. Gone with the wind. The results of the qualifying round are used at this time, No.1 is the leader, and the last one follows the Gone with the Wind.”

Anyone who is a racing enthusiast can basically understand the rules of various racing events, and Wen Qingyue is no exception.

She explained this not to show her superiority, but because a racing enthusiast can't stand Xiaobai who doesn't know the rules and messes with others.

The completely novice girl listened in a daze, then suddenly picked up Wen Qingyue's seat, Xing Xing stared at her, "Miss sister, you are so professional! You are not a racing driver, are you?"

Wen Qingyue was startled, twitched the corner of her mouth in embarrassment and said nothing.

The little girl's companion was a little embarrassed after being refuted by her, his face was unpredictable, and he snorted sourly: "Hmph, don't you just know more about the rules, what's the big deal! Racers need to go through strict selection and training , look at her small body, can she be a racing driver!"

"Tch, miss, don't listen to her, she's just sour!"

"Hey, Fang Xiaoyuan, whose friend are you!"

Fang Xiaoyuan stuck out her tongue at her friend, and continued to hold Wen Qingyue: "Miss, you are so professional, do you have a promising racing driver? Do you think No. 15 will advance?"

Wen Qingyue glanced back at her friend who was sitting down angrily, her gaze fell on her and she quickly retracted it, and said honestly: "I don't know, judging from the rankings, he should be promoted, but the competition changes rapidly, no one can say not good."

"Heh, why don't you continue pretending?"

"Don't talk!" Fang Xiaoyuan slapped his friend and nodded thoughtfully.

Wen Qingyue raised her eyebrows, didn't bother with the sour little girl, and concentrated on watching the game.

Soon the game came to the third round, Wen Ziming took the lead.

Wen Qingyue's eyes fell on his car, a modified Mazda 6 with a blue exterior and a rear spoiler.

The taste of the car is okay, but the taste of people is not so good.

Wen Qingyue shook her head slightly, bent down and picked up the cold drink at her feet.

The race has already started. The total length of the track is 7.65 kilometers, with 6 curves, three compound curves, and one U-shaped curve. When Wen Ziming reached the U-shaped curve, he pulled the handbrake and drifted by with a beautiful flick, surrounded by green smoke. , He reacted very quickly to release the brakes, and opened the distance in front of him.

The competition ended with Wen Ziming winning the promotion without any suspense. Wen Qingyue saw that half of the phone rang, and at first glance it was Wen's caller, and then it was almost six o'clock. She acted alone all afternoon, knowing that Zhao Qiuxia probably was Called to urge her to go home.

Wen Qingyue muted the button, and was not very interested in the next game, so she took her things and prepared to leave.

"Miss, are you leaving? The competition is not over yet!" Seeing that she was leaving, Fang Xiaoyuan hurriedly asked.