Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 903 That Mascot Wants to Call Me Ancestor

The racing team that Xi Zuer regards as "a line of beetles" has been assembled.

"Zoo'er, look, No. [-] on the farthest row is Sister Bai He's racing car. She specially painted it in the white color you like."

"The next few cars are players from the Imperial team, there are veterans and newcomers..."

"Oh, by the way, that car No. 007 is said to be sister Bai He's idol, God's car. The color is so bright yellow, I can't imagine it!"

Wu Qianman kept in mind the gossip that Bai He said just now, and softly explained the teams in the field to Xi Zuer.

Xi Rubao suddenly said "Yeah" and frowned: "Why are those guys still haunted and come here again? Didn't the foie gras next door make them dizzy?"

Following the direction of Xi Rubao's binoculars, at the team gathering place, several people gathered around an old man in a black cloak, walking towards one of the reddish-brown racing cars numbered [-].

The contestants in the car jumped down respectfully and saluted the old man.

The old man stretched out his hand and sprinkled something on the top of the man's head, and the contestant immediately felt like he had found a treasure, and he almost worshiped on the spot.

Xi Rubao continued to twitch her lips: "It's the same as last time when I punched. Is that guy a master of western dancing? He's also the mascot of their country M!"

Hearing this, Xi Zuer, who was wandering around, finally turned his gaze: "Huh? Chicken spice?"

"Pfft, it's the mascot, sister, it's the kind of idol that caters to various requirements."

"Well, so the ancestor is also..."

"No, no, sister, if there is a god in the world, you are the fairy sister in my heart! The mascot is not as good as you."

Xi Zuer smiled lightly: "That mascot really wants to call me ancestor."

While speaking, the pre-match warm-up has begun.

The first round is qualifying, conducted one by one, not included in the official results, only used for the official race to arrange the track position.

However, the players are also very nervous. After all, the track is so wide, and the most favorable positions are just a few spots on the inner circle.

The bright yellow 007 car was drawn first, and Yiqi Juechen drove out.

1 minutes 40 seconds.

An upper-middle grade.

Xi Rubao let out a "huh": "Didn't Bai He say that her G god is almost the best in the world? Why is her score so low at the beginning? If I remember correctly, she just said that she has won the championship in the past few years. The highest score record Is it 1 minute and 11 seconds?"

God's huge fan group in the auditorium held small flags and banners and cheered: "Master God is mighty and majestic! Lord God is mighty and majestic!"

Another fan hurriedly explained to passers-by and the audience next to him: "Our Lord God is saving his strength. The qualifying match is not that important, as long as we can get a similar position, otherwise the first place in the qualifying match will be rejected. It's not a mistake, it's a strategy!"

"Preserve your strength? It's so insidious..." Xi Rubao heard the boiling voice outside, and told Xi Zuer as a joke, "Sister, there are so many devious people who have stayed in country M. Look at Sister Baihe. The same, she is so desperate, I can see that her car wheels are almost floating."

Bai He tried her best in qualifying, and finally scored a score similar to God's - 1 minute and 45 seconds.

Excited to be side by side with God on the adjacent starting line, Bai He felt that the white clouds on the field today were so beautiful.

(End of this chapter)