Seeing Ye Chen lag behind, Sun Hao's fans started cheering excitedly.
"Sun Hao is awesome."
"Haha, daring to challenge our Mountain Bike King is simply asking for death."
"Congratulations, Young Master Ding, you're going to make a fortune today."
"Sigh, I thought he was a gold player, turns out he's just a bronze, isn't he just giving money away? Idiot."
Wang Congcong frowned at the screen, after all, Ye Chen stood up for him.
"What the hell are you shouting about, if you don't want to watch the race, get lost. Anyone who yells again will be thrown down the mountain by me."
With one shout from Wang Congcong, the scene quieted down considerably.
Wang Congcong stared at the screen, secretly anxious.
Why was Ye Chen trying to show off with another person?
Actually, if he wasn't carrying someone, Ye Chen might really win the race.
"Do you think Ye Chen has a chance to win?" Wang Congcong asked the rider beside him.
