Chapter 817: The Former Madman

Luo Quankun undoubtedly understood how much physical pressure Wei Sheng was going to endure at this moment, and was already in a cold sweat.

Holding the walkie-talkie in his hand, he wanted to say something to Wei Sheng, but he was worried that it would affect her at the moment.

two laps...

Three laps...

Four laps...

Five laps...

Six laps...

Round seven!

Nagard's face has become more and more ugly. Every time he speeds up, the other party will not let him speed up. Is she fighting herself?

The voice on the loudspeaker continued, "According to my years of experience, Tonya's field level is not lower than Nagard, it is hard to imagine! In this man's arena known for his speed and strength... But from the monitoring The station can see that Tonya's heart rate is constantly improving, and I am very worried about whether her physical strength can last the whole game..."

In the audience, the voices of whispering suddenly came to mind, and those who knew the way were able to analyze their physical fitness.

Wei Sheng has torn off a layer of film on the goggles in the car. Several layers of film are pasted on the mirror to ensure the vision of the racers. The constantly rising heart rate makes her breathing more and more heavy, and the sweat is pouring out from the body. The middle is like a steamer, and she seems to be in the steamer, and she has to hold the steering wheel with both hands to control her power.

I don't know how long it will last.

In the auditorium, Yan Yihang frowned and stared at the racing car that was sliding in front of him. He was looking at the big screen again. The state on the screen was a bit wrong. From the footage that flashed just now, it can be seen that Wei Sheng's body It was obvious that he was leaning forward as if he had lost his strength. He didn't know what kind of determination and strength he needed to hold the steering wheel in this state, but the lack of physical strength was already very obvious.

"It can be seen now that Tonya has shown obvious physical weakness!"

The voice of the commentator also sounded immediately after, and the audience was in an uproar.

"Maybe some friends don't know that this sport has very strict requirements on the physical fitness of the racers. F1 racing has always been called the upper body marathon sitting on the car..."

When the commentator took out the space to popularize the physical fitness of the contestants for the audience, the two cars had entered the prescribed deceleration road. Nagard drove behind Weisheng in parallel. The two cars moved slowly on the side of the track. Weisheng got Take a rest and drink water again to replenish physical strength. This is before the maintenance station. If the racer does not slow down after passing the pit, he will be punished by entering the pit and staying in the refueling area for 10 seconds.

This is also the reason why F1 does not pursue the highest speed. At this moment, when Wei Sheng is slowing down, he can see the members of the Bull team raising their arms and shouting when they pass by the pit, and their eyes are fixed on her with concern. This is called Wei Sheng. He couldn't help but slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes swept across Cui Xian who was standing beside Luo Quankun.

Time wasted away, what Luo Quankun did not expect was that Wei Sheng, who was expected to survive ten laps, was still moving at a high speed on the fifteenth lap. Even with Nagard's occasional overtaking, he was still on a par!

The commentator's voice became more and more solemn, and the atmosphere in the field was also driven.

"Oh my God! Tonya made a technical error in the corner! It should be that the steering wheel is not stable, but fortunately her reaction speed is very fast, otherwise the car body almost lost control!"

In the loudspeaker, the commentator suddenly exclaimed.

There was an uproar in the arena, and many people stretched their bodies and leaned forward, as if they could see more realistically.

"Tonia made another technical error!"

"The body slips!"

"Oh my God! Passed by the guardrail!"

With the increasingly compact exclamation of the commentator, the auditorium began to burst into riots, and it was also exclaimed with every mistake of the red car body.

inside the car.

Wei Sheng grinned, and began to curse in a low voice with his dry and pale lips. The game had to be accompanied by a commentator, and it was to announce his heart rate and physical fitness, and it was his mother-in-law who pointed out every mistake he made, even if he was right. Nagard has caused psychological pressure, and I am afraid that it is also a boost to his morale at this moment.

"Twenty laps!" After an unknown amount of time, the voice from the loudspeaker entered Wei Sheng's ears again.

Wei Sheng's neck was stiff, but he slowly sat up straight. Every beat of his heart seemed to carry a huge pressure, and the sound of thumping filled his ears, and even the voice of the narrator gradually became smaller.

There seems to be Luo Quankun's hasty voice coming from the walkie-talkie, but now Wei Sheng can no longer tolerate anything other than mechanically shifting gears, turning the wheel, and determining the entry point of every curve and the crossing point of every obstacle in his mind. No other.

Physical fitness is on the verge of a limit!

Twenty-seven laps left.

Going backwards, Nagard also entered a state of dehydration, perhaps due to the complicated mentality and pressure in the early stage, and the decline in his state was faster than expected, but it was still within his tolerance.

But his face gradually became solemn.

From the frequency of the opponent's mistakes, it can be seen that her physical fitness has reached the limit, and I am afraid that she has reached the point where the control of the car is unstable, and she should know her physical condition better than anyone else. What is it that makes her still insist?

A personal bonus of 100,000 yuan?

Nagard frowned and shook his head inwardly. The answer was obviously no.

Luo Quankun asked questions on the walkie-talkie for a long time and there was no response, but now he was roaring loudly, "Stop! Wei Sheng! All right! You must stop now!"

All the Bulls players were staring at the direction of the coach or the direction of the walkie-talkie. Everyone’s eyes were scarlet. Zang Yanbin had already lit another cigarette to calm down his anxiety. Like every player present, They are all ashamed!

Ashamed to put all the honor of the entire team on a girl!

"Thirty laps!" The commentator seemed to have focused all his attention on the number of laps of the racers.

At this moment, Wei Sheng seemed to have adapted to the feeling that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. After his physical strength broke through the limit, everything seemed to be running in a rigid and orderly manner, turning the steering wheel with all his strength every time he turned a corner! Every time I jump over an obstacle, I habitually judge the distance. Whether it is the hands under the gloves or the face under the helmet, they are all soaked in sweat as if they were fished out of the water.

Wei Sheng knew how to adjust her breathing in such a situation, and she was adjusting her breathing mechanically at this moment, her eyelashes seemed to be covered with sweat, and she blinked quickly to make the sweat drip down.

Nagard's battle post.

The original intention of going all out.

Qualities of a professional racer.

She once hissed and reprimanded every cowardly team member, hating them for not having the determination to fight with all their might,

She once reprimanded Sun Peng who was frightened by the provincial professional team in Hutai Mountain——

"What a racing driver should have is a fearless heart and a fearless spirit."

"Have you ever heard that all international racers are crazy?"

"They are not crazy, but they dare to risk their lives in order to achieve the greatest breakthrough of their own limits."

"You dare?"