"This drone is indeed in my hands, but I'm not the modder. I'm about to participate in the Dongyang City Qinglin Cup Drone Obstacle Race. If you want to verify its authenticity, you can come find me directly."
"If it proves to be real, you need to publicly apologize to the modder on the forum!"
Before anyone else could respond, Liu Heng added another sentence.
"However, I still need to use it for the competition, so I can't give it to you to eat."
The netizen named "Bai Xiaosheng" didn't expect such a response. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he posted a reply.
"You truly won't shed a tear until you see the coffin! While I disdain participating in competitions for amateurs like this, it just so happens that I live not far from the race venue."
"How about this: we'll inspect the goods on-site, and I'll stream it live. If it's truly a pure modification and not just a shell swap, I'll eat my drone right then and there!"
"If it's not, you must publicly apologize, admit that you lied to everyone, acknowledge that the modder is just a clown seeking attention, and then eat your drone on the spot!"
Liu Heng didn't know what kind of resentment this netizen named "Bai Xiaosheng" had towards drones, to insist on eating one.
However, with things having reached this point, Liu Heng saw no reason to back down. He directly posted, arranging to meet him at the small plaza next to the venue after the competition.
"Distinguished ladies and gentlemen..."
After thirty minutes of dull speeches by leaders, the third Dongyang City Qinglin Cup Drone Obstacle Race officially began.
Today was only the preliminary round, with relatively simple difficulty. Apart from the final continuous hoop-drilling, the rest merely tested basic flight skills.
Thanks to the drone modified by Jing Mingqiu, Sun Heng not only passed the assessment with ease but also entered the rematch in first place.
After collecting two hundred yuan in prize money and a glass trophy from the judges, Sun Heng used a "bathroom break" excuse to evade post-match interviews and slipped away.
Leaving the venue, Sun Heng proceeded to the small plaza as planned. He saw a man in jeans controlling a Silver Wing-type drone, performing various fancy maneuvers in the air, much to the shrieks of delight from the surrounding children.
Sensing Sun Heng's gaze, the man in black landed the drone and walked up to Sun Heng, glancing at him with contempt.
"You're that guy with the ID 'Little Fatty,' right? I'm Bai Xiaosheng, my real name is Zhou Jianghong. If you admit now that you did it for fame and are calling a shell swap a modification, I can let you off the hook this once, considering it's your first offense."
"You just need to apologize publicly on the forum and admit your mistake. You don't need to eat the drone anymore..."
Sun Heng was very displeased with Zhou Jianghong's condescending, patronizing attitude. He directly interrupted him, "Shut up! Zhou Jianghong, don't be so smug. We'll see who ends up eating what!"
"Since you're bent on this path, don't blame me for going live and exposing your true colors in front of everyone!"
Zhou Jianghong took out his phone and activated the forum's live-streaming function. The title of the stream was: Unveiling Live, the min2 drone that outran the Silver Wing!
Upon seeing this title, a large crowd of netizens quickly flooded in.
"Is it real? Unveiling live!"
"He actually dares to show up, it must be real!"
"Who knows? What if it's a staged act?"
"..."
A barrage of bullet comments rapidly scrolled across the live stream.
Zhou Jianghong was very satisfied with these comments. To further humiliate Sun Heng, he deliberately turned on the bullet comment reader, making it loudly announce the comments sent by netizens.
"Whether it's real or fake, a quick disassembly will tell," Zhou Jianghong extended his hand to Sun Heng, "Do you dare to give me your drone and let me take it apart right here in front of everyone!"
"Let's disassemble! Who's afraid of who!"
Sun Heng quickly took out the drone and thrust it into Zhou Jianghong's arms. "Stop the nonsense, hurry up and verify, then apologize publicly!"
Zhou Jianghong took the drone and displayed it to the camera for a full circle, ensuring all viewers got a clear look. Then, he took out a screwdriver from his bag and removed the drone's outer casing.
Next, Zhou Jianghong quickly scanned it and frowned, staring intently at Sun Heng with a tone full of suspicion.
"Kid, this is indeed a min2 model drone. But? Is this really the one from the video!"
Before Sun Heng could answer, Zhou Jianghong picked up his phone, pointed the camera at the drone's components, and explained them one by one.
"Apart from some chips on the mainboard, almost everything else on this drone is original factory parts. It's impossible to achieve the level shown in the video. Aren't you intentionally bringing an original machine to fool me!"
The viewers in the live stream erupted upon hearing this.
"I told you so! No one can modify a discontinued min2 to this extent!"
"The one in the video is definitely not this one! There's no modder that strong in the world."
"I agree! That video was so blurry, it must have been a trick to substitute..."
Hearing the slander against Jing Mingqiu, Sun Heng became very angry. He roared at Zhou Jianghong, "Why so much nonsense! Am I fooling you or not? Let's just race and find out!"
With that, Sun Heng snatched the drone back from Zhou Jianghong and reassembled the outer casing.
"Since you're so eager to lose, I'll grant you your wish!"
Zhou Jianghong raised his phone, showing his own drone to the audience, and proudly introduced it.
"Coincidentally, my drone is also a Da Jiang II series Silver Wing-type drone, just like the one in the video. Let's race with it, so you won't have any excuses to deny your loss!"
"Oh, right, do you want to fly a lap first to get acquainted with the venue? Otherwise, you might lose and claim unfamiliarity with the track..."
"Stop the drivel!" Liu Heng impatiently interrupted Zhou Jianghong's hypocritical good intentions. "What kind of man are you, being so wishy-washy! Hurry up, I'm hungry and want to go back to eat!"
Seeing Sun Heng's confidence, Zhou Jianghong had doubts about his own judgment, but he quickly dismissed the thought. How could an obsolete machine from five or six years ago, with just a few chip changes, outrun the current mainstream Silver Wing? He must be intentionally provoking him.
Zhou Jianghong placed his phone on a stand, preparing for a fixed-point broadcast, when a middle-aged man with thinning hair walked over.
"I'm also a drone enthusiast. If you trust me, I can help with the live stream."
Liu Heng glanced at the middle-aged man. He looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him backstage during the competition earlier.
"With so many netizens watching, can you just take it and run?" Zhou Jianghong, eager to crush Liu Heng, tossed his phone to the middle-aged man and immediately started the countdown.
"3, 2, 1, Go!"
As soon as the words fell, two drones shot off like arrows released from a bow.