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Probably seeing Lermontov's expression was not right, Patrick turned his head and saw Shen Wuyun who was sitting.

Patrick's eyes lit up, "Hey, Shen! You arrived so soon, I thought you were going to be late."

Shen Wuyun glanced over the wristband worn by Patrick, saw the number "3", and knew it in his heart.

He smiled and replied, "I'm used to arriving early. Are you also in the third group?"

As he spoke, Shen Wuyun caught sight of Lermontov's face becoming more gloomy from the corner of his eye, and the smile on his face widened.

"Oh yes, this is the waiting area for the third group of players. It seems that we can play together in this game." Patrick realized the number of the other party.

Lermontov was dissatisfied with the conversation between Patrick and Shen Wuyun, he tore off Patrick's wristband, lowered his eyes, "Brother, you agreed to accompany me to the second group waiting area."

"But Lemon," Patrick sighed helplessly, "I just promised you to send you to the second group of waiting areas, not to mention that as a professional player, how can I leave my waiting area without permission?"

Lermontov knew the persistence in his heart, so he didn't say any more. He just held Patrick's right hand with a sullen face, and carefully put the serial number wristband back on his hand.

"Brother, don't send me off. I was joking just now, brother's competition is important." Lermontov took a deep look at Patrick, glanced at Shen Wuyun from the corner of his eye, and walked towards the second group of qualifying areas.

Patrick stared at Lermontov's back, his icy blue eyes seemed to be filled with a dark ocean, which made Patrick a little dizzy.

Shen Wuyun raised his eyebrows and watched the exchange between the two, he actually felt possession and warning from Lermontov's actions just now.

["Tsk tsk, hold the other person's hand and put on the wristband, and I'll take a look at you when it's over, Bao, you have been warned!"] Dade couldn't help sighing.

Patrick turned around and sat next to Shen Wuyun, and smiled apologetically at him, "I'm sorry, Lemon has such a temper, but in fact he is very nice, but he is more indifferent to people he doesn't know well."

Shen Wuyun smiled awkwardly, this is not indifference, it is clearly a warning and provocation.

Players from all over the world have arrived at the foot of the Alps one after another.

Soon the waiting areas were gradually filled.

Most of the contestants who came to the third waiting area would nod to Patrick, and Patrick would smile back.

Shen Wuyun suddenly understood why Lermontov took Patrick so closely, after all, this guy is really too kind.

The entire competition venue became noisy and lively. Spectators were all on the mountainside. Spectators from all over the world were pulling their own national flags, and some propped them up on the ground with flagpoles. When the cold wind blew past, they made a whirring sound.

The sun shone on the ridge of the snow-capped mountain, making the ice and snow more crystal clear, and fans of some star players began to shout their names loudly.

All of a sudden, the sound of encouragement, shouts, and cheers pushed the opening of the competition to a climax.

Not long after, the large LED screen that was originally black turned on, and the middle screen was almost full of pictures from different angles of the race route. Only the figure of the commentator appeared on the small screen in the lower right corner, and there was a person next to him wearing half of the earphones. It should be Simultaneous translation.

Switzerland has significant regional characteristics, which lead to its unique language environment.

It is a "multi-ethnic country" with 4 official languages. German, French, Italian and Latin Romance are the official languages.Although every region of Switzerland speaks its own language as its first language, German speakers make up the majority of the population.

The commentator said in serious and tough German, "Okay, dear audience friends, our game is about to start! There are still 10 minutes, let's give these strong athletes a little time to check Ski gear."

Simultaneous translation translates this sentence into English in real time.

When the camera scanned, it was the scene of the first group of six contestants starting to board the helicopter.

"This ski downhill competition will have 24 players participating in the competition. They are from America, Australia, Asia and Europe! Unfortunately, there are not many players this year, but it is understandable. After all, in the Alps in 2000 The track is very dangerous."

"The annual average temperature of the Alps is 2000 degrees Celsius at an altitude of 0 meters, and the altitude above 200 meters is a perennial snow-covered area, and our contestants will use this as the starting point to slide 2000 meters. Whether it is the inner Alps crystal land, Or the low-lying pre-Alpine folded sediments around the main mountain range are very steep, not to mention the frequent foehn winds that occur in the mountains."

The black helicopter rose slowly on the large LED screen, and the sound of propeller rotation was covered by the fierce shouts of the audience. The audience watched the helicopter rise to the starting point of the competition.

The skiers got out of the helicopter one by one in the order of numbers, and there is a slightly flat place for the players to stand and prepare.

The rematch area, which was still exchanging pleasantries, gradually quieted down, and everyone turned their attention to the big screen.

With a gunshot, the skiers on the screen who were standing quietly on their track moved.

They are like arrows leaving the string, as soon as they loosen the force on the skis, they slide down quickly.

The gap between these six skaters is not big, the basic speed is at the same level, and only the third skater has always been half a step ahead of the other skaters.

The distance of 2000 meters seems very long, but with the blessing of the Alps with a slope greater than 45 degrees, the speed of these professional skaters can easily exceed 30 kilometers per hour, and the time required is naturally shortened infinitely.

Shen Wuyun kept an eye on the game, and the audience stopped shouting and focused on the game.

Patrick sat aside, looking up at the big screen with Shen Wuyun.

The strength of this group of players is relatively mediocre, at least not enough for Patrick, but he can still watch the whole group with patience. This humble attitude is probably one of the reasons why he can achieve excellent results.

The first group of games is over, and the second group of players enters the field.

The helicopter slowly landed from the top of the mountain, the first group of players walked out and took off their equipment, and the second group of players sat in and went up to the track.

Shen Wuyun accurately found Lermontov among the contestants wearing goggles. His temperament is too special, and he always exudes a cold and out of place temperament.

His tough and classical facial features also made him stand out.

Patrick unconsciously sighed, "Lemon won't get the medal again this time."

Shen Wuyun looked over suspiciously.

Patrick explained, "Several top players in the world have come to this competition, and two of them are in Lemon's group. Lemon's strength is definitely unmatched."

"He always wanted to stand on the same podium as me, what a kid," Patrick kept staring at the big screen, his eyes tenderly sprouting, "He always felt that I would only notice if he stood with me." He, but I have been watching him."

Shen Wuyun returned his gaze to the screen, the second group of contestants were already standing in their respective tracks, waiting for an order.

"Bang!" A gunshot sounded, and the six figures moved.

On the large LED screen, they wore black or purple ski suits, stepped on long skis, and slid down the ridgeline of the mountain, as fast as a shadow.

Shen Wuyun looked up to the sky and stared at the big screen. There was a speed gap in this group from the very beginning when they set off from the starting point.

Lermontov's speed is not slow, but there are always two players in front of him, competing with each other.

Patrick was right, Lermontov was no match for these two skaters, and the gap between the three of them gradually widened.

The top three are basically locked.

Soon, the second group of games also ended.

In the silence, the chugging sound of the helicopter's propeller was very clear.

Lermontov walked out of the helicopter cabin with his skis in his arms, with an unwavering expression on his face.

Shen Wuyun and Patrick waited for all the players in the second group to get off the plane in the waiting area.

Lermontov was standing next to the helicopter. When Patrick passed by, he saw the black-faced child next to him and patted his head in amusement.

Lermontov recovered from his depression, pursed the corners of his lips, and watched Patrick get into the cabin.

They took a helicopter and slowly ascended to the place where the snow peak meets the blue sky.

The audience saw the third group of players standing on their own track through the screen.

The narrator was a little excited, "We have Patrick Norendal from Norway in this group, a 22-year-old skiing genius! He has made his mark since he was 18 years old and has won 10 medals so far! He is a well-deserved king of skiing!"

"Of course, there are other players who are also very strong. However, according to the information provided by the ski committee, there is a player from China who has not participated in a skiing competition, but today he dared to stand in the Alps Dian, challenge him for the first time!"

The narrator speaks too fast, and the simultaneous translation can't even keep up.

Narrator: "Oh, isn't this exactly what our downhill skiing spirit embodies! Tenderness, passion, loneliness, awe, and strength are all adjectives for skiing, and these skiers are also the best carriers of these adjectives! "

As soon as Shen Wuyun stepped out of the cabin, he heard the commentary from the commentator.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Patrick who was getting ready, Norway?

Patrick noticed Shen Wuyun's gaze, turned his head, and the two of them only looked at each other for a second before the preparatory whistle blew.

In an instant, the faces of the skiers standing on their respective tracks were all terrified, and they bent down to get ready, waiting for the referee to give orders.

Shen Wuyun stared at the snow-coloured and crystal-clear track ahead, with a slope of nearly 1000 degrees and a vertical altitude of more than [-] meters. Even though he wore goggles to detect temperature, he still felt dizzy for a while.

This is an illusion brought to him visually.

This illusion of falling into the abyss is instinctively frightening, but this mountain road connecting the sky and the snow bank is only allowed to move forward and compete with others.

The referee held the starting pistol in his hand, "Everyone take their positions - get ready!"

"Bang!" The starting gun moved violently, and the game began.

Shen Wuyun lightly pressed the surface of the skis, lowered the center of gravity, put it on the snow track, moved his body, and jumped down.