Chapter 817: Once crazy
Luo Quankun undoubtedly understood the tremendous physical pressure Wei Sheng would endure at this moment, and he already squeezed 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 circles...
Four circles...
Five circles...
Six laps...
The seventh lap!
Nagarde's complexion has become more and more ugly. Whenever he speeds up, the other party does not let him speed up. Is she working hard with herself?
The voice in the loudspeaker kept chattering, "From my many years of experience, Tonya's live level is not below Nagarde. It is hard to imagine! In this men's arena known for its speed and strength... But from the monitoring The station can see that Tonia’s heart rate is constantly improving, and I am very worried about whether her physical strength can last the entire game..."
In the audience, the whispers suddenly remembered, and those who knew how to do it would focus on doing physical analysis.
Wei Sheng has torn off a layer of film on the goggles inside the car. Several layers of film are attached to the mirror to ensure the sight of the racers. The rising heart rate makes her breathing heavier and heavier. Sweat is coming out of the car. Zhong is like a steamer, and she seems to be in the steamer, having to pinch the steering wheel with both hands to control her power.
I don't know how long it can last.
In the audience, Yan Yihang frowned and stared at the racing car passing by, and looked at the big screen. The state on the screen was a bit wrong. You can see from the shots just flashed that Wei Sheng's body He was obviously leaning forward as if he had lost his strength. He didn't know the determination and strength needed to hold the steering wheel in this state, but the lack of physical strength was already very obvious.
"Now you can see that Tonia has shown obvious physical exhaustion!"
The voice of the narrator also sounded immediately afterwards, and the audience was in an uproar.
"Some friends may not know that this sport has very strict requirements on the physical fitness of the racers. F1 cars have always been called upper-body marathons sitting in the car..."
When the narrator took out the gap to popularize the physical fitness of the players on the spot, the two cars had already entered the prescribed deceleration road. Nagarde drove into the back of Wei Sheng, and the two cars moved slowly on the side of the track, Wei Sheng got Take a break and drink again to replenish your physical strength. This is before the maintenance station. If the racer does not slow down after passing the maintenance station, he will be punished by entering the maintenance station 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 slowed down, he passed the pit and saw all the Bulls members shouting, staring at her with concern. This is called Wei Sheng. He couldn't help holding the corner of his mouth slightly, and then glanced over Cui Xian who was standing beside Luo Quankun, his figure just flashed past, speeding up into the track again.
The time was lost. What Luo Quankun did not expect was that Wei Sheng, who was expected to be unable to survive ten laps, was still moving at high speed on the fifteenth lap. Under Nagarde's occasional overtaking, it was still comparable!
The voice of the narrator became more and more solemn, driving the atmosphere in the field as well.
"Oh my God! Tonya made a technical error in the corner! It should be because the steering wheel is unstable. Fortunately, her reaction speed is very fast, otherwise the car body will almost lose control!"
In the loudspeaker, the narrator suddenly exclaimed.
There was an uproar in the court, and many people straightened their bodies and leaned forward, as if they could see them more realistically.
"Tonia made another technical error!"
"The car is skidding!"
"Oh my goodness! Passed by the fence!"
As the narrator became more and more compact, the auditorium began to riot, and with every error of the red car body, the exclaim continued.
Inside the car.
Wei Sheng grinned and began to curse lowly with dry and pale lips. The game must be worthy of a commentator. He also announced his heart rate and physical condition. The mother-in-law pointed out every mistake he made, even if he was right. Nagarde caused psychological coercion, and I am afraid that his morale has risen now.
"Twenty laps!" After an unknown period of time, the voice from the loudspeaker filled Wei Sheng's ears again.
Wei Sheng's neck was stiff, but he slowly sat up straight. Every time his heart beats, it seemed that he was under tremendous pressure. The humming sound filled his ears, and even the voice of the commentator gradually became thinner.
Luo Quankun’s hurried words seemed to be heard from the walkie-talkie, but Wei Sheng now, besides mechanically putting in gears, turning rounds, and deciding the entry point of every curve and the crossing point of every obstacle in his mind, he has no room for it. No less.
Physical fitness has reached its limit!
There are twenty-seven laps.
Obliquely backwards, Nagarde is also in a dehydrated state, perhaps due to the complex mental pressure in the early stage, and the decline in state is faster than expected, but it is still within his tolerance.
But his complexion gradually became serious.
From the frequency of the opponent's mistakes, it can be seen that her physical stamina has reached its limit. I am afraid that she has reached a point where she can not control the car. She should know her physical condition better than anyone else. What is it that makes her still insist on?
A personal bonus of 100,000 yuan?
Nagard frowned and shook his head in his heart. The answer was obviously no.
Luo Quankun asked the walkie-talkie for a long time and no one responded, and now he screamed, "Stop! Wei Sheng! That's it! You must stop now!"
All the Bulls players stared closely at the direction of the coach or the direction of the walkie-talkie. No one had a scarlet gaze. Zang Yanbin had already lit another cigarette to calm his inner distress, the same as every player present. They are ashamed of the moment!
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 racer's laps.
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 fitness exceeded the limit, everything seemed to be running stiffly and orderly, turning the steering wheel with all his strength every time he took a turn! Every time before jumping 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 with sweat as if they were fished out of the water.
Wei Sheng knows how to adjust the breathing in this situation, and now it is also mechanically adjusted. The eyelashes seemed to be covered with sweat, and she blinked quickly to make the sweat drip.
Nagarde's war post.
The original intention to go all out.
The quality of professional players.
She once reprimanded every team member who was weak in heart, and hated their determination to fight each other.
She once sternly reprimanded Sun Peng who was frightened by the provincial professional team in Hutaishan——
"The most important thing a racer should possess is a fearless heart and a spirit of fearlessness."
"Have you ever heard that international players are crazy?"
"They are not crazy, but they dare not die in order to achieve the greatest breakthrough of their own limits."
"You dare?"
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