I love beans and I have become popular with extreme sports

Shen Wuyun stared at the road ahead. Because it is not a regular asphalt track, this complete circular track is composed of many roads. Different materials and heights also bring different difficulties and feelings to the players.

He galloped on this rough track, constantly turning, bending, and drifting, using his own body to measure every step of the track.

The whole world is like a picture scroll. He drives the silver-gray motorcycle under him, and the tires draw gray and black marks on the track, like ink drops.

At the end of one lap, Shen Wuyun gradually slowed down the speed of the motorcycle, and the rotation speed of the wheels also gradually slowed down, and finally stopped firmly on the track.

Shen Wuyun closed his eyes, and his originally dark vision instantly turned into complete darkness.

In the darkness, his brain constructed the entire circular track he had just measured. The track was formed by pulling the blue fluorescent lines, and on the track, the blue fluorescent lines gradually began to gradually form surrounding shops, buildings and trees.

Shen Wuyun was familiar with every corner and bump of this track.

But it was just a trial run, and the speed is not fast.

Shen Wuyun felt confident, and drove lap after lap, the speed of each lap was faster than the last time, and several tire marks had been left on the irregular ground.

After all, the system space is not compared to reality, the temperature is suitable and will not change, there is no wind flowing by itself, only Shen Wuyun's smooth and violent movements in the space cut through the air and bring out the flow of wind.

The wind is a thing with all shapes and no shapes, and all shapes and no shapes, but in the space, it is every breath and every step of Shen Wuyun.

After six laps, Shen Wuyun panted heavily, turned over from the motorcycle, and lay down on the track.

After more than ten minutes of strenuous exercise, the temperature in the full helmet rose sharply. Beads of sweat slid down from his forehead along the contours of his ears. Quickly sucked dry.

Even so, the helmet was still full of damp breath, which was uncomfortable, but Shen Wuyun's two hands seemed to be filled with lead, and he really didn't have the strength to lift his hands to take off the helmet.

The weather simulated by the system is daytime. Although the sun hangs high, it is blocked by the black single lens.

Suddenly a shadow appeared in front of Shen Wuyun's eyes, followed by the sound of fingers tapping the mirror.

The coach's voice came through the full helmet, "Why don't you take off the helmet?"

Shen Wuyun smiled helplessly, such a slight force made his muscles sore.

He explained: "I have no strength."

Hearing this muffled voice covered by the full helmet, the coach inexplicably thought of a Jugui who was tired from exercising and was aggrieved and acting like a baby to his master.

He was stunned by his own association, and chuckled unconsciously.

When Shen Wuyun heard a slight laughter, he felt inexplicable, but the laughter only lasted for a few seconds.

The coach looked at the young man who was still lying on the track and sighed.

Squatting down, kneeling on one knee, reaching out to support the young man's helmet.

Shen Wuyun only felt a force supporting him, and then that force exerted a little force, and the full helmet was detached from his head, and fresh air immediately poured into his nostrils.

The full helmet was put aside by the coach, and Shen Wuyun's head was still gently supported by the coach.

Without the cover of the tinted lenses, the bright white light of the sun would be extraordinarily dazzling.

Shen Wuyun looked at the coach's neck with a clear Adam's apple exposed from under the full helmet, and suddenly asked: "Yesterday you said that those players are 'addicts', do you know them all?"

"No, I just touched it." The man subconsciously denied it, and was about to carefully put down Shen Wuyun's head on his hand, when he suddenly realized something was wrong, his muscles tensed and his body stiffened.

Shen Wuyun didn't connect to the system yesterday, so naturally he didn't communicate with the coach, only with Gu Ye.

Shen Wuyun felt the stiff fingers pressed against the back of his head, and the corners of his mouth curved up.

At this moment, the man feels that the young man in front of him is not like a naive Jugui, but like a little fox who has succeeded in one trick.

The man raised his forehead, why would he think that the young man is a harmless animal, obviously a hunter who quietly observes the prey in order to kill him with one blow.

But when he was exposed by the young man, a joy secretly rose in the man's heart.

He heaved a long sigh, and finally compromised helplessly: "It's me."

***

The day passed quickly, and it was the day of the official competition in a blink of an eye.

I don't know if it's the island's specific climate, or the God of Rain deliberately avoided a day that would make people excited. The weather was sunny and the temperature turned warmer.

It's still early, but this closed-loop track that circles the island and passes through more than half of the city is already crowded with spectators.

These are motorcycle enthusiasts who come from all over the world just for this grand race.

Unlike the previous competitions, these spectators did not hold up the national flags and banners, but only put stickers on their faces, hands, and places that could be seen on their bodies——

Know that even a soft, fluttering flag can kill a driver.

All soft things are dangerous at high speeds.

Shen Wuyun and Gu Ye were in the waiting area for other drivers.

Mechanics - Racing mechanics work in makeshift garages set up in huts, tents, caravans and even in the trunk of a van.

This Isle of Man TT motorcycle race is not like F1 or Moto GP, which has many sponsorships. There is no designated big factory sponsor, only private sponsorship, and all participating players go there at their own expense.

There are no bonuses in the Isle of Man TT, only honors.

Masters from all over the world rushed to this challenge in an endless stream, just to challenge themselves and challenge the fastest motorcycle speed in the world.

This game is a game for the brave, it represents a belief that challenges oneself, and a journey towards victory.

The SeniorTT competition that Shen Wuyun signed up for is the last one.

The commentator's beautiful English accent came from the radio hanging in the distance.

"Thank you for coming to the Isle of Man for traveling thousands of miles. The old audience knows that the entire track has more than 200 large and small corners, and the altitude fluctuates from 0 to 1300 feet. The track is dangerous, but I believe this time All the drivers in the competition are prepared.”

"This game of the brave is about to begin."

The first group of races is the side three rounds that do not attract much attention. Even though there are only a few cheers from the audience on the track, the participating drivers are still waiting for it.

"Bang!" The sound of air guns sounded, and the players in the starting line started their motorcycles at the same time and rushed out like arrows.

Thick black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe, and the tires spun quickly to kick up dust.

"If Roger Federer misses a ball, he will lose a point; if they miss a turn, they may lose a life." * Gu Ye's voice sounded in his ear at the right time.

Shen Wuyun looked at these drivers who were willing to risk their lives for their love, and suddenly understood [for honor].

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mission completed!I updated two chapters today~

* Zhu ​​Tiansu "Shaoxing Customs"

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