It was soon ten o'clock the next day.

International Circuit!

The manager and the entire racing department are here.

At least tens of thousands of spectators came to the parking lot, and everyone looked at the huge screen in the center, monitoring the entire race track.

"Steward, she'...... She's not coming, is she? ”

"The game was postponed for half a month, and she didn't even reply to a message."

"Are we really going to lose?" The racer clenched his fingers tightly and bowed his head in guilt and self-reproach.

Is it really going to lose?

Really want to inform the world!

Can their country be bullied by country R?

What dignity, what counterattacks, what racers, they don't deserve to stand here at all!

As country R says, they are waste!

"Three minutes to go."

"Three minutes ......," the manager smiled bitterly in disappointment.

The central screen, on the track leading to the entrance to the racetrack, was clean and clean, and there was no car he was expecting.

"It's a fateful ......"

The steward closed his eyes and replied resignedly, "Do your best, it's fate...... If you lose, you lose. ”

I'm sorry......

He tried his best, Huaguo did his best!

The racers of country R stepped on the time to enter the field, and immediately saw the manager, and a group of people walked towards the manager with high spirits.

"Tsk, waiting for a helper?"

"Ten years of shame, don't you Chinese give up?"

"Hahaha, haven't they always been just talking about it, but it's actually useless?"

"Tomorrow! You, Huaguo, are ready to inform all countries in the world and send a letter of apology to country R, hahahaha, a bunch of garbage! Bah! ”

The steward clenched his fists.

The joints are all clenched and white, and his face is red, he is incompetent! Incompetent enough to endure these shames.

Litter.....

Chinese Trash ......

Do you hear that?

In the eyes of the people of country R, we people in China are all garbage and waste...... We're going to lose, we're going to lose, do you hear that?

"Attention racers!"

"Now there is the last minute before the race, please get into the track. Countdown...... Fifty seconds..... Thirty seconds! ”

Listen to the voice of the host broadcasting.

The manager's clenched fist was released, and for just a few seconds, it seemed that he was ten years old: "If you should lose, you still can't escape, you can't escape......"

"I'm sorry....."

Compatriots, I'm sorry......

Huaguo, I'm sorry......

The racers of both countries were ready to take their positions, and the manager turned his back on him: he lost, he tried hard for ten years, and he still lost......

"Fifteen seconds left in the countdown!"

Just when the manager is disheartened, the game is about to begin!

"Brake—"

"Whoosh!" A screech of drifting and hard braking, at the last moment, sounded from the central screen in the most shocking way!