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Chapter 332, AE86 is so confident
Six teams?

There are only five players present, it seems.

Is anyone not here yet?
Yes, it hasn’t come yet, and Wallace Lee, who belongs to the [Reporter to Hong Kong] team, is not there!

What does it mean?
To be honest, if the host hadn't known that Wallace Lee had sponsored 1000 million to jump in and enter the stadium, he would have announced the start now without waiting for this person.

Nima is late for such a grand event?
"Host, what's the matter?" Schumacher was next to the host, and he looked at the host's expression as if something was wrong?
But the host just shook his head, and then said with a flash of light in his eyes.

"Next, let's watch the heroic appearance of the racers."

The camera turned and turned to these racers.

Then everyone screamed.

It has to be said that these people who are outstanding in sports all have good appearances, at least none of them are ugly.

And after knowing that they were facing the camera, these handsome racers also grinned, and it was like promoting black toothpaste to the camera.
"What are you doing? It should start now?"

After the camera moved away, Schumacher still asked the host, he obviously saw the abnormal behavior of this guy.

The host smiled bitterly and said, "The last driver hasn't arrived yet."

"Then don't wait for him, he is not alone in the field." Schumacher frowned. He knew all these drivers well, and they were all well-known types in the circle.

Presumably the one who didn't come was Wallace Lee from the [Reporter to Hong Kong] team.

Is he playing a big game?

The host smiled wryly and shook his head. If he started now, he would definitely not be able to go around. He knew the scene where the host was dizzy by the dollar.

Are you going to mess with people now, and won't you smear the organizer's face?
There are benefits to wiping the sponsor's face?You must know that this host investor is the uncle of the uncles!
Now it's my own sin, and I have to eat it even when I cry.

But fortunately, the screen experience of these drivers is not covered, and a burst of eloquent bragging also attracted applause from the audience, making people have to wonder if these drivers will consider becoming talk show hosts after retirement.

But drivers are just drivers after all, not talk show hosts, and their smooth talks quickly aroused the disgust of some viewers. They came to watch the race, not the talk show.

An AMG executive called someone to inform the host to start the game quickly.

And the host smiled wryly, and greeted Wallace Lee eighteen thousand times in his heart.

Is there such a skinny person!
Fortunately, when the host was at a loss, he received a message from the security personnel.

The last driver is here!
"Oh, thank God he came safely"

The host closed the ceremony with a prayer, and then began to cough lightly into the microphone.

"Next, please welcome our last driver, Wallace Lee!"

The camera turned and moved to the door.

Everyone was quiet for a while, wondering what kind of car the last driver would drive.

Is it Rafa?
Or Koenigseini?

Or Lambo?

Or is it the Mitsuoka Orochi in Japan?
When everyone was looking forward to it, a corner of the shot was revealed.

Um.
Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

The host was dumbfounded.

Schumacher was stunned.

AMG executives choked out of breath while drinking water.

The people who eat melons are wondering if they are hallucinating.

This.
What the hell is it!

An old black-and-white 86 appeared in front of the camera, and the side of the car was sprayed with the signboard of a high-end modified car shop "Run faster than Western reporters".

I.
Isn't this really a joke!

Why did you drive an 86 in the supercar championship?Are you messing up?

Fuck you are going against the sky!
Schumacher found himself speechless and said directly to the host in a muffled voice.

"It's actually 86."

The host was also dumbfounded, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "That's right, it's the 86, 93 limited edition, the same model as the popular civilian sports car in a certain Japanese animation, there is no difference."

Yes, old, civilian sports cars, in supercar championships.

what can I say?I am also very desperate!

And this 86 doesn't seem to feel any shame. It drove the car slowly into the middle of this group of supercars.

Don't you feel ashamed, little brother!

When Li Yun, who was sitting in the car, reached the starting point, he also opened the door and got out of the car. Only then did everyone see the true face of the finale driver.

how to say
At this time, Li Yun had a face of black motor oil, his whole body was dirty, and he was wearing big black-rimmed glasses. It looked like he had just rushed over after work.

This made everyone complain in their hearts, why did the car repair guy come here?
"Ahem, hello audiences, hello opponents, I'm sorry I'm a bit constipated and late hahaha!" Li Yun was not shy at all, and his performance without stage fright in front of the camera was a perfect score.

But what he said was zero
The host didn't bother to give Li Yun more close-up shots, so he turned to himself and said.

"Ahem, well, our last driver has arrived, and we will look forward to their performance!"

Well, looking forward to their performance, but not including the old '93 86!

You should take it easy and wash the car again!

This kind of attitude towards the car is the most taboo for racers.

So when these drivers saw Li Yun's smiling face, they wanted to punch him hard.

But this is the arena after all, not the bar.

At this moment, they just wanted to abuse Li Yun on the field and make him lose face.

Everyone got on the runway, stepped on the gas pedal in neutral gear, and the roar of the gas pedal was even more refreshing.
Well, the 86 was also stepping on the accelerator in neutral, and the sound of the tractor twitching like farting made everyone feel uncomfortable, as if they were mentally tortured.

Isn't it funny that this broken engine still wants to go to the game?
"Fuck, this fart-like engine is an insult to our championship players!"

"Nimma, I want to torture this bastard to death."

"Made, it's too bad, how many decibels is this noise?"

The sound of the diesel engine makes the listener cry and the listener hurt. This trembling makes the whole heart tremble.

"Okay! All players are ready!"

Sun dog, what the hell kind of engine is this!
Start counting now.
"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

A gunshot rang through the hall.

All the sports cars went away with a roar.

Um.
Except for that AE86.
What is he doing?
　PS: The chapter on development in the United States will not use too much space

　　
　
(End of this chapter)