Live Beautification System

"Jiaojiao, Xuelian, look, we have hope of getting rich today!" Ding Mu said excitedly to the two girls, who were staring at the big screen, waving the betting receipt in his hand.

"Really? Let me see." Yu Jiaojiao took the receipt and carefully compared it with the announced results, "Great! So far, all bets have been successful."

"Don't be too happy. The first few players are seeded players versus non-seeded players. The strength gap is relatively large. The closer the strength is, the greater the uncertainty. If you make one mistake, everything will be in vain." Lu Xuelian is like a good brother. He also patted Ding Mu on the shoulder and said.

Ding Mu smiled and said cheerfully: "Anyway, it's just a hundred yuan. If it's gone, it's gone."

There were a total of sixteen games in the first round. The games were very fast, with each game lasting five minutes. Soon it was time to reach the last game of the first round. Player No. 16 Song Tianlong faced player No. 17 Enhu Uesugi. The outcome of this round also determines whether Ding Muxia has guessed all of his chips.

Victory or defeat depends on this, even the calmest person will become nervous, not to mention Ding Mu is still the kind of person who doesn't have much money.

Seeing that Ding Mu was obviously a little nervous, Yu Jiaojiao did not avoid suspicion. She held Ding Mu's big hand with her small hand and comforted her softly: "Song Tianlong's driving skills are very good, and that Japanese guy is unknown. I guess Song Tianlong has a high chance of winning." .”

Ding Mu's hands were dripping with sweat, but Yu Jiaojiao's hands were soft and soft, making it comfortable to hold. Holding Yu Jiaojiao's little hand, Ding Mu seemed to be less nervous. He paused and explained: "I took it based on the car. Judging from these two cars, the Mitsubishi EVO is more suitable for this kind of road. That Japanese guy I drive a Nissan GTR. Although that car is fast, its body is heavier, so it may not be an advantage on this kind of road. If I were to run, the EVO would be more advantageous and should win."

Before he finished speaking, a voice came from behind Ding Mu: "Mr. Ding, do you dare to gamble with me again? If No. 16 wins, I will give you 1 million. If No. 17 wins, you have to Give me your breathing method."

Ding Mu looked back and saw two Japanese people. The one who spoke was Ashihara Shinichi, and the other one was Oishi Motogo who was hanging his arm. Compared to Oishi Motogo, Ashihara Shinichi is obviously more difficult to deal with. This person has an ordinary appearance, but is extremely stable, and he always feels calm and sure of doing things, which makes it difficult to deal with at first sight. However, Ding Mu was not afraid of him and said directly: "Okay, let's bet. One million, it's a deal!"

"Okay. It's settled." Ashihara Shinichi stretched out his palm and high-fived Ding Mu.

Ding Mu thought in his mind that this bet was very suitable. To be honest, his breathing method was not a martial arts secret book, nor was it an undisclosed secret. It could be found on the Internet. The key here is that the matching mental methods and the external skills for exercising the body are precious. If they are not complete, they will be useless. Besides, even if it is a complete set, few people can practice it. I only got to this point by cheating on the real-person beautification system and greatly improving my physical fitness. For others, it is simply impossible to achieve. And if the other party gives me one million, that's real money. How many things can you do! If he wins, he will be like a wolf with nothing. He will have furniture in his empty new home.

On the other side, Japanese Ashihara Shinichi was also very proud. This big Chinese named Ding Mu is really embroidered pillow, let alone one million, even if you can't take away ten million, it's all in vain. Do you think any big Chinese can defeat our young master Uesugi? Your vomiting method is already in my possession.

At this time, on the big screen, Cao Dazui and Wu Mengyao began to explain live.

Cao Dazui still maintained his usual hosting style: "The following is the final game of the preliminary round where 32 will advance to 16. Player No. 15 is our Dahua driver, Song Tianlong. Gao Fushuai is very good at driving and is also this year's dark horse player. The No. 16 player is from Japan and his name is Uesugi Enhu. This name seems to be relatively unfamiliar in the racing circle. The cars of both players are Japanese products, Mitsubishi EVO and Nissan GTR."

After hearing Cao Dazui's introduction, Wu Mengyao shook her head slightly and asked, "Teacher Cao, have you ever heard of Tiger of Autumn Wind?"

Cao Dazui said without hesitation: "You can't trouble me with this. Although I pay more attention to official events and know less about underground events, I have heard about the Tiger of Autumn Wind. This person is in the underground car circles of Japan." Very famous! Hey, you mean, this Yanhu?"

"That's right," Wu Mengyao said with a look of admiration on her face, "According to reliable information, this Tiger of Autumn Wind is the overlord who rules the Qiufeng Mountain Drift Competition and the king of Japan's underground racing circle. There is a lot of money in tonight's game. The funds are bet on the 16th to win the championship."

When Cao Dazui heard this information, he immediately changed his tune: "The road conditions in Qiufeng Mountain are similar to those in Xilin Mountain. They both have continuous hairpin turns, and the road conditions are similar. As you said, this Yanhu is the Tiger of Autumn Wind. Driver No. 15 is in crisis."

After hearing the explanation, Ding Mu realized that No. 16 had a lot of background. He turned to Shinichi Ashihara and said, "This driver No. 16 is from your country. Do you know him?"

Shinichi Awara was noncommittal and said with a smile: "We only talk about the results, not the process."

"Fuck, look at you looking like you're trying to die. I'll make up a trick for you later and make you go crazy!" Ding Mu secretly felt bad in his heart. But Ding Mu himself knew that this was purely a martial arts novel that he had read too much. With his own little ability, he didn't have the ability to make up a vomiting method that could make people go crazy.

The starting gun sounds and the game begins. The racing car roared and sped out, and the air waves it brought up almost blew away the skirt of the racing girl in front.

The Nissan GTR used by driver No. 16 has an absolute power advantage and takes the lead. No. 15 Mitsubishi EVO didn't show any weakness and followed closely behind, biting the GTR's tail without being far behind.

At the first Z-turn, car No. 16 backfired slightly and performed an extremely beautiful continuous drift. "Wow, he's so handsome." There was a chorus of voices in the hall. Ding Mu seemed to hear a woman's voice saying that he must ask the No. 16 driver to spend the night together. He couldn't help but shook his head: "It's just a drift, that's all. Look at your nymphomaniacs."

Because of the light weight of the vehicle, No. 15's turning angle is smaller, its positioning is more precise, and its cornering speed is faster. The first set of turns also shortened the distance to the car in front. However, she doesn't look so pretty and chic, and there aren't many women applauding her.

"Beautiful, so perfect!" Commentator Cao Dazui knew the goods well and couldn't help but exclaimed, "We see that the driving skills of No. 15 are much better than expected. He did not use more dazzling cornering skills, but used a car with minimal speed loss. He used the cutting method to negotiate the corner, and under his control, the vehicle never lost control. It was like a scalpel-like operation. It was so precise."

Ding Mu also directly picked a thumb brother. He was so awesome. This corner is just about controlling the car in the game to play the game. It is difficult to get better. As long as EVO is fully utilized, GTR may not be able to win steadily.

"The second set of curves! It's amazing, the distance has been shortened again." Cao Dazui said passionately, "The hairpin curve combination! There is hope of overtaking! Beautiful!" It was too late, but then it was faster. Song Tianlong's EVO drove by a The extremely brutal overtaking on the inner track forced the GTR to squeeze behind him.

In the tent on the top of the mountain, the atmosphere had already heated up. The woman who had been screaming just now became silent for a moment, and then another group of people shouted proudly: "Awesome, we've surpassed it! Come on!"

However, the good times did not last long. The leading advantage only lasted for a moment. After all, GTR is a GTR. Then it chased fiercely on the 200-meter straight road and passed half the front of the car. Then it made a perfect U-shaped drift and the front of the car was already aligned. At the end, EVO was left one parking space behind.

The next step is the final downhill straight sprint. No. 15 is still one car space behind, and EVO is already at a disadvantage on the straight and is already facing a situation of inevitable defeat.

"Oh, just a little bit." Cao Dazuo spoke faster, "If just now... Oh my god, it was reversed! Reversed!"

At the last moment, EVO burst out with nitrogen acceleration, pushing itself out like a bullet. It surpassed the GTR in one go. For some unknown reason, GTR did not perform nitrogen acceleration, and could only watch helplessly as its opponent overtook itself with an extremely slim advantage at the last moment and eliminated itself.

Cao Dazui was extremely excited and broadcast the results in an almost hysterical voice: "No. 15, 2 minutes, 28 seconds and 52 seconds, is the current fastest lap. No. 16, 2 minutes, 29 seconds and 14 seconds. It is the current second best lap time, exceeding 2 minutes and 30 seconds for No. 1. However, according to our rules, the loser will be eliminated!"

"Yeah!" Ding Mu clenched his fists and shouted, "You win! Accept your bet and admit defeat?! Bring me one million!"

"How is this possible... the young master actually lost..." The expression on Ashihara Shinichi's face was even more surprised than when Ding Mu shattered Oishi Yuangang's arm, a look of disbelief.

"Hey, let's just talk about the result, not the process. This is what you just said. 1 million, do you want cash or transfer?" Ding Mu brought up what Awara just said and sarcastically slapped Shinichi Awara in the face. Snap.

"Hmph!" Ashihara Shinichi never thought that his young master could lose to a little-known figure in Dahua. His face suddenly darkened, and his calmness turned into cold and depressing. However, Ashihara Shinichi was still a trustworthy person and did not deny any behavior. He reached out and took out a stack of money from the leather bag he carried with him. It was a stack of one hundred sheets, each sheet worth 10,000 yen, and handed it to Ding Mu. He snorted angrily: "Here you go, I'm willing to admit defeat!"

"Holy shit, you bet on Japanese yen! It's only 50,000 yuan in our Dahua money." Ding Mu didn't decide the monetary unit of the bet just now, so he couldn't help it. He took the money and looked at him with squinting eyes. Nakedly sarcastic: "It turns out that I have long thought about cheating. Let me teach you a truth. Keep it in mind. Those who cheat will lose!"

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