[four-wheel drive] You just trust my driving skills too much

The Chinese team did not play this Saturday. According to the usual arrangement, they should be practicing in their own training ground.

Lin Yao, who was wearing casual clothes, leaned on the railing and looked at the southern-style track, then looked at the leading tropical team on the track and the Italian team following closely behind, and yawned.

"It feels like you're not very interested in this game." Lin Yao looked at the two people around him, and answered vaguely, yes.

The Italian team has two games today, the morning and the tropical team and the US team in the afternoon, although this arrangement seems to make the Italian team very hard...

The hard work should be the team that played against them.

Lin Yao glanced at the duo of the German team who always felt inseparable all the time, and felt that he had better go out and find a quiet place to wait for Brett to finish.

"Yao." Speaking of which, Brett usually doesn't call her name very much, the pronunciation of her name is not a mouthful, but the tone of the pronunciation makes her always complain.

"You're so slow..." Lin Yao lay on the railing and watched Brett and Hugh Miyeli greet each other.

Surprisingly, there was no commercial exchange.

"It turns out that Lin came to watch Brett's game, no wonder he can't play well now."

Lin Yao chose to pretend that he didn't understand the words that were highly suggestive. Seeing that Lin Yao didn't respond, Hugh could only smile at Brett who was standing beside Lin Yao.

"But... the captain of the Italian team, really..." Lin Yao rubbed his chin, this young man with a bit of a bad breath must be in trouble when he grows up!

Brett frowned as he looked at Lin Yao, who was staring at Carlo (waist) of the Italian team in a daze beside him.

Lin Yao suddenly remembered that the nearby game seemed to be a match between the Japanese team and the Russian team. Forget it, the Japanese team must have won anyway.

Just when she was thinking this way, she found that Xing Mahao, who hadn't had time to change his team uniform, appeared from the entrance.

He stared at the live broadcast on the big screen, panting heavily, and seemed to have rushed over.

Brett followed Lin Yao's line of sight and was a little surprised when he saw Xing Mahao, but the other party seemed to have expressed dissatisfaction with the Italian team very early on.

Speaking of dissatisfaction with the Italian team, Brett turned his attention back to Lin Yao. She also had little contact with the Italian team from the beginning.

"Did you lose the match against the Italian team without a fight?"

"That's right, the two games after the match with you were all lost without fighting because of insufficient numbers."

"Are you arguing with me?" Brett raised his eyebrows, but Lin Yao gave him a look like you're an idiot.

The red mini four-wheel drive on the off-road track suddenly accelerated, and a large amount of dust was blown up, making it impossible for everyone to see what happened on the field.

"It's over." Lin Yao took a step back, and Brett folded his arms and looked at the Tropics car that stopped inexplicably.

"What's going on here?" Xing Mahao clenched his fists, and on the big screen, Brother Pi of the Tropical Team held his car distressedly, not understanding how something went wrong without warning.

Hugh, who witnessed the whole game, sighed: "It's been a long time since I saw this move."

"It's you—"

"There's still us." Lin Yao waved at Xing Ma Hao, "Congratulations on winning."

"Thank you, but...the Italian team must have a problem." Xing Mahao gritted his teeth and looked at the humble Carlo who was on the podium smiling, "Brett, are you competing with them in the afternoon game? They will definitely play tricks." means!"

"ADioDanza. The dance of parting or the dance of death is more appropriate."

Lin Yao, who was eating melons, held his big face, looked at Brother Pi who was surrounded by the team members, and said to Xing Mahao, "Would you like to go and see Brother Pi, he looks very sad..."

Pi Ge is always joking and joking, and when he sees him at the international school occasionally, he will greet her warmly and ask her if she wants to dance together.

Lin Yao declined every time with great gratitude.

"I know, I'll go now."

After Xing Mahao finished speaking, he ran away. Hugh looked at his back and said, "I didn't expect anyone other than us to notice that something was wrong with them. Do you think it's Lin?"

Lin Yao, who was called by name, gave a hum, looked at Brett who turned around and was about to leave, and waved to Hugh and Yeli as farewell.

"Nervous?"

"The opponent is fighting a game. If it's just like this, our team will not lose."

"They didn't just rely on car collisions." Lin Yao stood still and looked at Brett's back, hesitating for a moment.

Brett felt the other party's strangeness, looked back at Lin Yao, and waited for the other party to continue talking.

"It should be a knife."

The strength of the Italian team is not to let other cars get involved in accidents in the race, but to do it silently and without any flaws. If they rashly say that their car is equipped with a knife, the organizer will deny it because there is no sufficient evidence. Accepted.

If the Italian team knew that she was going to report, they might deliberately come to trouble.

Lin Yao, who has been a good student for so many years, has always avoided punks and hooligans.

Coincidentally, the opposing team didn't seem to like Lin Yao's kind-hearted, student-like weakling.

"You mean they put knives in the car?"

"If my guess is right." Lin Yao looked at Brett who seemed to be thinking about something, "Of course if you don't believe me..."

"I believe you, but I'm more and more curious about why they can carry such a heavy knife in the car without revealing their flaws every time." Should they make full use of the limitations of the venue and camera... Brett thought so.

Because the author keeps them from being discovered.

Lin Yao followed behind Brett, who had been walking forward without saying a word since he fell into thinking.

"Their team seems to be very discord..." Lin Yao couldn't hold back, and tried to get Brett to talk to her, but what she said was not all nonsense.

"Let's provoke." Lin Yao suggested, "The second in command in that team should hate Carlo very much. If he said something to irritate him during the game, he might attack you regardless of Carlo's order."

"Let their blades be exposed in front of the audience, and you will not lose."

"Were you thinking about this just now?"

"kindness."

"It's really a bit of a surprise." Brett smiled lightly, "Worried about me?"

"If the Italian team is found to be carrying a knife blade, it should lead to a suspension. We will play against them in a while." Lin Yao put his hands behind his back, "Win-win, isn't it?"

"Okay, okay, thank you." Brett listened to Lin Yao's long explanation, "We will win no matter what."

Meeting Xing Mahao in the auditorium didn't surprise her too much. Lin Yao sat next to him with a hamburger and a glass of Coke in his hand.

"You..." Xing Mahao was about to say something when he saw Lin Yao handing over a hamburger.

"Do you want to eat? The team meal of the American team."

Although she has been joking that the US team must eat hamburger and Coke every day, but when she really got the hamburger with the US team logo on it, she felt a little confused.

Xing Mahao originally wanted to refuse, but finally accepted.

Compared with the heavy-faced Xing Mahao, Lin Yao looked like a crowd, occasionally drinking a few sips of Coke.

"Don't worry, even if Brett loses, you will avenge him, right?"

"How do you say that, it looks like Brett will definitely lose."

If Brett really listened to her words, according to his temperament, he must be reluctant to let other team members be the bait.

"Troublesome kid." Lin Yao muttered looking at Brett's figure on the big screen, but if it was her, she would play the role of bait herself.

They are captains.

What if you can't even protect your team members.

Still one car out.

It seems that Brett didn't expect the Italian team to be so anxious, and shot at the beginning.

Lin Yao suddenly found that Xing Mahao who was sitting next to her was gone.

Eh?The one by the bottom railing...

She sighed with a headache, and went down without complaint to get him back, and Xing Malie must thank her properly when the time comes.

"Run to the front, don't worry about what's behind." Brett ordered as he looked at the Italian team following behind.

"But...Captain!" Aegie knew that there might be a knife in the Italian car during the previous combat meeting, and Brett would definitely be murdered in the past.

"This is an order to Edge, if you want to win, obey."

After Brett finished speaking, he slowed down the speed of the car. At the same time, other members of the United States tensed their nerves and rushed forward trying to open up a greater distance.

"What's the matter, American boy, is there a breakdown in the car?" Lu Qi, who was running at the front, looked at Brett who was behind and showed a mocking smile.

Brett didn't reply, but turned his eyes to Carlo behind him, and let out a low laugh.

It has to be said that Lu Qi is very sensitive about matters related to Carlo.

In his eyes, Brett's actions just now meant that the other party cared more about Carlo than him.

He didn't take himself seriously at all... Lu Qi gritted his teeth. He was not convinced. From the very beginning, he didn't like the pampered young ladies and gentlemen of other teams.I just participated in this kind of competition with a playful attitude...

What he doesn't like even more is Carlo, who is obviously the same garbage but can be proud of them.

"You bastard...!"

How... how dare you look down on me? !

The author has something to say: In the end, I couldn’t help but open a golden finger

I misremembered the order of the games. In fact, the Italian team doesn’t play two QUQ games a day. I’m sorry.

Today, the collection should break 200, so add 9w9