Su Mojin stood at the door of the pit room holding a helmet, and then Lin Yan appeared before everyone's eyes.
Lin Shen!
Seeing Lin Yan, everyone's eyes revealed surprise. They thought it would be Ren Fei, but unexpectedly it was him. What a pleasant surprise!
"You performed quite well."
Lin Yan walked up and patted Sun Yuxuan on the shoulder. This kid was only in his early twenties. If he trained well in the future, he might have a chance to succeed.
"Thank you for the praise, Lin Shen, thank you, Lin Shen."
Seeing Lin Shen praise him as soon as he entered, Sun Yuxuan's face showed excitement. He had received recognition from a大神!
"You didn't get hurt!"
"No, no!"
With Lin Yan's arrival, the gloom of the young man who had crashed instantly vanished, and even a smile appeared on his face.
The power of an idol was truly unfathomable. The Chinese elite riders present were all little fans of Lin Yan and Ren Fei.
He hadn't even taken office yet, and he was already so popular.
The coach in the sports uniform stood at the door, seeing this scene, and muttered to himself.
After staying in the pit room for a while, Lin Yan went to the coach's room.
In the coach's pit room, several coaches were discussing the strategy for the upcoming race. Regardless of the odds, they had to fight for it and qualify for the main race.
He came in and greeted them briefly.
"Let me see the list of coaches for the race."
Finding a seat, Lin Yan asked them for a list of coaches for the race.
The coach in the sports uniform immediately pulled one from the shelf and handed it to Lin Yan.
Glancing through it, although Lin Yan had some mental preparation, the people on this list greatly exceeded his expectations.
There were five participating riders and five participating coaches.
It was fine for other countries, but Dongya and Xiaoli had eight world champions in the highest category, WSBK.
"What the heck, the title of this live broadcast, did Lin Shen compete again? No, isn't this the scene of a friendly match? Is Dong Ge also a clickbaiter?"
"Friendly match? I just finished watching it. To be honest, the rider race was okay, but the coach race was really boring."
......
Hao Dong adjusted the microphone and cleared his throat.
"Are you kidding? When has your Dong Ge ever been a clickbaiter? Latest news, Lin Shen will participate in the friendly match as a coach."
Hao Dong did not hide the news of Lin Shen's participation in the competition and told his fans.
"Damn it, is it true or not? Damn it, I just tore up my ticket!"
"It should be true. Didn't Dong Ge say last time that he was Lin Shen's employee? This news should not be wrong."
"The guy upstairs, I still have my ticket. I'm going back to watch the race. You hurry up and buy tickets, or the price might go up when the news spreads..."
"Quick, I'm going to take out a loan to buy ten tickets. Scalpers, here I come!!!"
"I'm not saying anything else, I'm going to grab tickets too, or they might be gone later."
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"I can't believe these stupid Chinese are even holding motorcycle races. It's hilarious. They can't even keep their own audience. I think they should withdraw from being organizers as soon as possible next year."
"I think so too. I'm a bit looking forward to the ridiculous scene of no Chinese entering the main race in the coach race."
Seeing some Chinese spectators leaving, a burst of laughter erupted from the western spectator stands.
"Go to hell, you stupid foreigner."
The spectators who understood foreign languages on the platform immediately retaliated.
Although they were not optimistic about the coach race, it did not mean that these foreigners could insult them. The two adjacent stands quickly erupted into a verbal battle.
Perhaps unwilling to be looked down upon by these foreigners, the number of spectators finally stabilized. No one left, and the verbal battle intensified, even leading to physical altercations.
An uncle, nearly fifty years old, became the focus. He picked up a slipper at his feet and slapped the foreigner's face several times with the sole.
"F*ck, damn Eastern monkeys, no gentlemanly demeanor at all."
"Oh God, what the hell is this smell..."
Seeing that the situation was not right, a large number of security guards entered. Finally, it was the security guards who rushed in and restrained the enraged elder.
Just as there was a small disturbance on the field, the screens in front of every spectator stand switched.
The list of coaches for the coach race appeared on the screen.
In the most prominent position on the left, a bust of Lin Yan in a leather suit was displayed, with a red number twenty-seven in the lower right corner.
"Which country is this coach from? So young."
Seeing such a young coach, a foreigner exclaimed.
"Lin Shen, what the heck, Lin Shen is actually here!"
"Good heavens, now there's something to watch. Fortunately, I didn't leave, otherwise I would have to come back. Quick, wife, go buy two buckets of popcorn."
When Lin Yan's bust appeared, the enthusiasm of the Chinese spectators instantly soared.