It’s still a very familiar racing car and this very familiar runway.
Although she hasn’t touched it for many years.
After all, having won two national championships, Su Cen’s familiar feeling about racing suddenly came one after another.
It’s like proficiency deep in the bones.
Grain Rain’s eyes suddenly lit up and shouted in the audience.
“Come on!”
Su Cen blocked his ears with his hands and shook his head with a smile, for fear that he would be accidentally loudspeakers of the other party and couldn’t hear anything at all tomorrow.
“Su Cen, look at that No. 57, it is simply too handsome!”
“And it seems to be still a Chinese. The person next to him is not his opponent at all. The control of the car is in place and the integration of people and cars is completely achieved!”
Su Cen: “… what kind of evaluation are you making?”
“Ha ha, don’t care about these details! The main reason is that my skills are too poor, and I usually don’t look at very professional competitions, so I will do whatever I want!”
Grain Rain’s eyes at this time have been following the body of No. 57, turning a blind eye to other people’s driving skills at all.
Su Cen, because Grain Rain mentioned No. 57, thought it was a mythical car skill, so his eyes paid special attention to it, but it was just like that.
If you really compare with your profession, it is estimated that this level can only take the bottom position in the national competition.
Su Cen suddenly lost interest after taking one look.
Racing is a kind of spirit, not a means used by these people to decorate themselves and play handsome when they are young. Such people turn off their appetite after looking at it.
At least for Su Cen now, this is true.
However, as a layman, Grain Rain shook his arms and shouted loudly, “57! 57! 57!”
There was also a warm voice in the audience.
It seems that this No. 57 still has great fans, so Su Cen took a look at it.
It was found that the original name of No. 57 was Wang Bo.
He is also a Chinese living abroad. At this time, he just won a game, wearing a helmet and winking at the audience. He looked greasy.
Su Cen subconsciously frowned and felt a little physical discomfort.
However, these little fans screamed as if they were crazy, and they simply regarded the No. 57 in front of them as an omnipotent car god, and Grain Rain was one of them at this time.
Su Cen, like a clear water hibiscus among this group of shouting people, sat still and looked at his watch instead. It was already 11:30.
After thinking about it, I still plan to call Gu Wei. After all, Grain Rain drank too much.
I’m afraid it’s not so simple to get her back by herself now.
So thinking like this, just when she took out the phone, she suddenly heard the cheering voice of Grain Rain beside her become more enthusiastic, screaming in disbelief: “Ah ah ah! He is coming!”
Su Cen looked up subconsciously, but he didn’t expect to meet in an instant. Wang Bo, the helmet-wearing “No. 57 Professional Racer”, came from the track.
With an Asian face, Su Cen actually admired him for his first impression, but it only existed when the other party didn’t speak.
Wang Bo came over to strike up a conversation. When he opened his mouth, Su Cen suddenly felt that this person could fry three plates of water spinach.