Chapter 1035: Demons Dance in Flurry (Part 1)

Several leaders of the General Administration of Sports came to the arena in person, as if injecting a strong tranquilizer into this anxious game.

The Brazilian contestant Zonta's first reaction after hearing the news was to show the first smile besides the anxious and gloomy, and when he walked out of the backcourt ready to go, he looked at the support team tents that were connected in front of the starting line , Although the rough guys have no discipline at all, they are all in high spirits and high spirits, which makes him also rise in spirit.

For Zongta, or for any player in the Chinese team, this game was by no means less important than it was in Wei Sheng's heart.

They gave up their country, abandoned their original life, and chose to play for the Chinese team, for the glory that came back from the beginning in their hearts, for the glory promised by Luo Quankun's bright eyes, and for the racing driver in their hearts crazy.

The Chinese team should have been cautious in choosing the first game, but now they have fallen into the provocation of the Datong Motor Club, because the completion of the Zhonghua Park has become a crime of conceit.

Then they will not escape, and they must choose to fight with all their strength.

Button has done his best, until now he is still regretful of yesterday's defeat, and now the pressure on Zonta is even greater than Button.

If he loses, the game is completely lost.

At this moment, Zongta's slightly chubby body looked round and strong after wearing the racing uniform. He had just stepped out of the pit stop when a huge booing sound broke out from the opponent's fans on the stage, accompanied by the laughter of the crowd. , a few youths from Country R who were closer to the stands shouted with loudspeakers, "Get off! Fatty!"

The personal attack was instantly stopped by the patrol security guards.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crowd of slogans: "Loser!"

"Loser!"

"Loser!"

Yuan Chunbo walked over to Wei Sheng holding a cigarette, "Ha Xia? What do you mean?"

What he said was the pronunciation of the other party, Wei Sheng shook his head and said, "The loser."

Yuan Chunbo threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, and the smiling man said angrily, "How do you use their words?"

Wei Sheng was stunned and speechless.

In the end, Yuan Chunbo didn't really ask the translator to leave the calf, but strode back to the camp to organize the staff, because they are now more or less organized and officially authorized support groups, and the most important thing is that they are rich and powerful.

The speakers were bought by Qian Bin just after going out in a car. After opening several large bags, everyone distributed them one by one.

Immediately afterwards, a huge banner with a length of 100 meters was spread across the top of more than a dozen gazebos, and a letter was written: Chinese team support group! The Chinese team will win!

There is also a line of small characters in R language below, Wei Sheng squinted his eyes, and the translation was that the country R team will learn the lessons of their ancestors and lose to China!

"Old Yuan, it's not good to have ethnic hatred involved in sports." Wei Sheng couldn't help but slapped him with a smile.

Yuan Chunbo didn't care about this, "I asked them to get someone to translate when they went out to make banners, right?"

Luo Quankun rubbed his hands and approached and said, "That's right, that's right, but it's against the rules, you're really brave enough."

Looking over, I saw several leaders of the General Administration of Sports staring at the banner and whispering in front of the vacant seat that had not yet been lifted into the air. Now, it seems that he intends to turn a blind eye.

Yuan Chunbo stared in the direction of the opponent's fans and sneered, "It's legal to let them fart all over the place? Just wait!"

After finishing speaking, he went forward to gather all the people, gave some instructions in the crowd, and then took the lead and shouted at the shouting car fans with the horn, "Datong! Ha Xia! Datong! Ha Xia!"

Zheng Xin from Hutai Mountain, Wang Hao from the provincial professional team, Zang Yanbin, Yun Zi and Zhou Dong Speeding Party members all shouted after a short silence, "Datong! Ha Shrimp! Datong! Shrimp!"

The voice was a little chaotic at first, but gradually became more orderly. Yuan Chunbo was the first to bear the brunt of the roar, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently. Naturally, there were more than five hundred opponents, but the seats were scattered and the teams were different, so it was difficult to coordinate and fight back. There were only about a hundred people on a large scale, but the screams of Yuan Chunbo and the five hundred people prevailed and resounded throughout the audience.

There was a brief pause among the R country car fans, and then a slight commotion.

Yuan Chunbo clenched his palms into fists, until the voice behind him gradually stopped, he raised his head and shouted again, "Datong! Get lost!"

"Datong! Get lost!"

The rough men in the north yelled their own language more vigorously, all of them had stern faces, and their shouts resounded through the sky.

The audience was silent at first, and then the Chinese crowd on the audience stage burst into laughter, which caused the car fans in R country to become more riotous, asking each other what the fans' slogans meant.

Liu Qingping couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, while several people from the General Administration of Sports beside him were stunned on the spot, obviously not expecting the game to be so chaotic.

The security guard responsible for the coordination of the audience did not step forward to stop them.

The two judges sent by the FAI sat in the main monitoring platform with angry faces and ordered them to stop. Unfortunately, no one listened to their orders. Another judge, Ji Zhenao, drank tea with his eyes closed and looked calm.

Zongta looked at the faces with blue veins jumping violently and screaming under the gazebo, his heart was shocked, and he nodded heavily at Luo Quankun, and he had already walked out of the F1 car in the inspection station.

Start to equip.

In the arena, when the welcome march was played, the fans of both sides were ordered to stop the confrontation. Luo Quankun stepped forward to smoke for Yuan Chunbo and others, and said with a smile, "Good voice!"

Yuan Chunbo wiped off his sweat, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that, at this age, I'm quite passionate about this occasion!"

Everyone laughed.

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Originally, the special guests were introduced yesterday, but this link should have been omitted today, so when the welcome march was played, there were whispers in the venue.

Along with the narrator: "Warmly welcome Zhao Qiguang from the General Administration of Sport of China - Department of Sports Economics! Director Zhao is here to guide you!"

Some people in the stands began to whisper. For example, Sun Yi, vice president of F1 marketing and an expert in race commentary who was interviewed by reporters in front of the tropical rainforest park yesterday, was surprised when he suddenly heard that the director-level officials of the General Administration of Sports came in person.

"Warmly welcome Cheng Hua, the Department of International Relations of the General Administration of Sport of China! Director Cheng is mainly in charge of major foreign-related sports activities in my country! Director Cheng is welcome to come to the scene to guide and watch the games!"

Cheng Hua stood up and slapped his hands with a reserved smile on his face, then sat down.

The crowd once again had a heated discussion. The reporters who had sharpened their pens earlier all sensed a new trend. If the country has a strong support trend, it is not good to criticize too much in order to catch news hotspots. Of course they know whose mouthpiece they are. , who should follow closely.