klisemfg Chapter 349 Jiang Yingbai's live broadcast: "Get out of here!" Netizens in the live b
Chapter 349 Jiang Yingbai's live broadcast: "Get out of here!" Netizens in the live b
Today is a practice match.
The practice session is designed for drivers to familiarize themselves with the track and make final adjustments to the car, and is divided into three sections.
Conducted and completed on Friday morning and afternoon and Saturday morning.
The number of laps in the practice session will not affect the race.
Each practice session lasts about an hour and a half.
Practice matches are dull and boring, so even enthusiastic fans rarely come to watch. Compared with the final race, today's practice match should be deserted.
It turned out not to be.
There were even more spectators at this year's practice session than in the previous two years, simply because their track goddess missed the race last year.
Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns.
What's more, we haven't seen each other for a whole year and a half.
From last year to this year, Wen Li has not participated in any large-scale competition, let alone a small one, which has led to various speculations among fans and the media. Even though the team Wen Li is in said it was due to personal reasons, it could not stop everyone's speculation.
The news that Zero has retired from the track has been spread countless times, which is hard for many fans to accept.
As soon as the list of participating drivers for this year was announced, the entry "Zero Returns" was on the news. After seeing it, countless fans rushed to the scene from all over the world and couldn't wait to watch the practice session.
As a result, 80% of the fans at the scene were Zero's fanatical fans.
They were passionate and kept screaming and shouting.
"Zero!"
"Zero!"
“Zero…”
They shouted in unison, feeling excited.
Many even expressed their love loudly.
In the best viewing seats, the little guy pointed at Wen Li who came out and called softly, "Sister~"
He told his little grandfather.
Lu Xixiao: "Yes, it's my sister."
The reporters and media at the entrance had also been waiting for a long time, carrying cameras and chasing Wen Li who came out, asking him all kinds of questions.
Wen Li did not answer any questions. He put on the helmet tucked under his arm and walked towards the registration gate.
The ignored journalists and media dared not express any dissatisfaction.
Because those fans are not only impressed by Zero's superb driving skills, but also by his rebellious, arrogant and independent personality, and they love him deeply.
Zero is arrogant on the track.
Journalists and the media have a love-hate relationship with this.
Hearing that almost all the fans at the scene were shouting Zero's name and seeing how popular Zero was, the drivers all had complicated emotions, some were silent, and some were exchanging glances.
Five military F-35 fighter jets flew high into the sky and began a grand and magnificent aircraft show. The planes released colorful smoke and drew gorgeous colorful strips under the sky.
The audience was passionate and their emotions were ignited.
All vehicles have been inspected and drivers are ready.
Wen Li got into the black W-11.
As the race began, the drivers began a boring and somewhat long practice session, and each driver seemed lazy.
A black and red Ferrari stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
Leaving the exhaust gas to the players behind.
The other contestants, who were originally not in a hurry and were doing laps at a leisurely pace, suddenly became excited when they saw the Ferrari leaving in a cloud of dust, and then they all stepped on the accelerator.
The practice session used to warm up the tires became a chase race.
Only Wen Li's speed remained unchanged.
Seeing Zero being left at the back, Zero's fanatical fans couldn't help but burst into laughter.
He laughed at other players for not being able to beat Zero in qualifying and the main race, so he used this method to find comfort in the practice rounds.
They were quite unkind in giving the first place a prize—the Practice Match Champion Award. Just hearing that made you realize how mean it was.
He also started cheering for other contestants.
After all, there will be no chance to comfort myself in the qualifying round tomorrow afternoon and the main race the day after tomorrow, let alone the chance to win first place.
Circle after circle.
The little guy watched very seriously. Every time he saw Wen Li's car about to pass through the track below on the electronic screen, he would remind his grandfather to look.
Lin Zhuxi left halfway through because of something at the company.
Lin Zhuxi left, and Jiang Yingbai stopped pretending.
He took out his phone and started the live broadcast.
"Come on, silly dogs, let me show you the world and broaden your horizons. Let's give the anchor a big rocket first."
The account has an astonishing number of followers.
As soon as Jiang Yingbai started broadcasting, people rushed into the live broadcast room frantically.
[I don't know either, you come in and call me a stupid dog]
[Where is this, host?]
[Is this the start of bringing goods? ]
[Justice reporter Xixi, what will you broadcast this time?]
[Wow, they really started broadcasting for us, love you brother]
[I’m very picky now, I won’t watch anything unless it’s exciting]
[Isn’t this an F1 race?]
What's the status of the Gold Award now?
[Brother, can you please stop scolding us? I already know I was wrong.]
【Memory awakened】
[Drag Zhao Zhonglin and his son out and whip their corpses]
The number of people in the live broadcast room quickly exceeded 100,000, and the screen was flooded with comments.
All the technical personnel behind the platform entered SSS-level alert status, and the alarms flashed red lights and blared wildly in their heads.
This big boss is here to destroy their jobs again.
Jiang Yingbai: "Platform platform, calling platform."
A group of technical personnel behind the scenes huddled in their chairs, trembling in front of the screen, and were about to cry: Boss, please stop shouting, we won’t ban you, but you still have to stop messing around.
Jiang Yingbai squatted on the ground, his camera pointed at the track below, and said lazily, "Host Jiang Xixi, this is the F1 Grand Prix in New York City, Country M. The first practice session is underway. Yes, you read that correctly. Top players from various countries are vying for first place in the practice session. A new award is about to be born."
Jiang Yingbai was joking.
I don't understand. What does that mean?
[Fuck, I bought a ticket too. Want to meet up with the host on the day of the main event? I'll treat you to a delicious meal.]
Is the practice match informal or what does it mean? 】
Seeing the barrage, I don’t understand why he is laughing in a sarcastic way.
Jiang Yingbai gave them some basic scientific information.
The netizens in the live broadcast room are really acting up again.
Is that awesome? A female driver?
[This is too exaggerated.]
[A female driver makes all the top drivers scared? ]
[Reading a cool article here]
[Please search for Zero if you don’t know it.]
[I can prove that the anchor is not exaggerating]
My biggest regret is not being able to see Zero live.
[Female driver, such a niche word]
[I'm not being discriminatory. The reflexes, skills, and courage required for racing are definitely not something a woman can handle. If you refute that, you're right.]
【Really don’t let any track be crowded】
When did racing become so low-brow?
[Zero is still a niche in the country]
[Just came back from searching, it’s so powerful that I can’t believe it]
[This Zero gives me a sense of déjà vu. Where can I find a photo of her?]
[I also feel a little familiar]
Jiang Yingbai: "You're a bunch of forgetful idiots. If you don't have internet at home, can't you just search for it yourself? You're all questioning this and that. You haven't learned your lesson from last time, and you're still engaging in sexism. I'm completely wasting my time showing you this. Get out of here!"
Jiang Yingbai turned off the live broadcast immediately.
Looking at the closed live broadcast room, netizens did not react.
The technical staff behind the scenes breathed a sigh of relief.