Repetitive things are like hydrology; no one wants to watch.
In fact, there was no need to notify the assistant. The supervisors guarding the livestream had already noticed these people and reported them to the higher-ups, and the results would be out soon.
They had already adopted an emergency handling plan, but for the technical department to mass ban these bots in the livestream, it would take time.
In just two minutes, the livestream, which had 3 million viewers and was slowly increasing, suddenly surged by over 400,000. The current online viewership had reached 3.5 million.
Moreover, these newly arrived 400,000 people were still actively engaging. The number of bullet comments sent even exceeded that of the original 3 million viewers in the room. The comments were filled with vulgarity, scrolling crazily one after another, making the once pleasant livestream very laggy.
"Are you fucking spamming? This is making me lag to death."
...
At a construction site in China, a young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, took out his five-year-old second-hand Mi phone during his lunch break to watch the livestream.
Although the phone was a bit laggy, it was still watchable.
However, just as he was getting into it, the bullet comments in the livestream started to flood in, and then his phone froze like a PowerPoint presentation, turning the video into a still image.
"Huo Zhuo!"
In his anger, Yan Xiaoqiang almost threw his phone to the ground.
Fortunately, he held back in the end. His phone might be a bit laggy, but it was still worth a hundred or two hundred yuan, so he couldn't just waste it.
Suppressing his anger, Yan Xiaoqiang very painstakingly typed a sentence on his phone that he thought was very offensive, and even referred to himself as "Laozi" (an arrogant way to say "I").
However, even so, his sentence did not make a ripple among these bots and was instantly buried by the bullet comments.
Looking at the frozen screen, Yan Xiaoqiang was so angry that he almost broke the chopsticks he was using to eat.
"Kid, are you done eating? If you're done, hurry up and come over for a match. If not, don't eat, I'm in a hurry."
"Yeah, hurry up. Don't forget to call me daddy if you lose."
Just as Yan Xiaoqiang was getting angry, two young men next to him chimed in, sounding a bit impatient.
Behind the two were two brand-new Ninja 400s.
"What's with the arrogance? Wait for me, I'll be done eating soon."
Hearing their words, Yan Xiaoqiang also became impatient. He put down his phone, which had already gone black, and shoveled his food into his mouth haphazardly.
"Alright, I'm done eating. Let's race now. Remember, if you lose, each of you owes me a thousand yuan."
"Lose? This is a Ninja 400, much better than your broken water-cooled car, how could I possibly lose?"
"Don't worry, we've got the money ready. As long as you can win, these two thousand yuan are yours."
Saying that, one of them took out two thousand yuan in cash from his wallet.
Seeing the two thousand yuan, Yan Xiaoqiang's gaze changed. He swallowed, his dusty little face filled with longing.
"Okay, let's do it."
...
The race entered the beginning of the fourth lap. The gap between the two had reached 0.06 seconds. Although they had opened up some distance from the first lap when the two cars were bumper-to-bumper, they were still within striking distance.
Starting from turn four and entering turn one, Lin Yan did not use the slipstream's top speed on the straight to overtake Luo Xi this time. Instead, he braked when the two cars were side-by-side.
"Holy crap, Lin Shen didn't overtake? What's going on? Is he going to throw the race? No, Lin Shen is already a bit behind Boss Luo. If he were to throw the race, it shouldn't be him."
After instructing his assistant, Hao Dong shifted his focus back to the race. Hao Dong was somewhat confused by Lin Shen's braking on the straight.
"Five, what does this mean?"
However, what confused Hao Dong even more was yet to come. The camera zoomed in, and in front of all the spectators, Lin Yan made a gesture with his hand towards Luo Xi in the adjacent car, the Arabic numeral five. The audience was bewildered.
Five? What does it mean?
He found it!
At this moment, only Venarese in the stands knew what the five meant: turn five. However, he was a bit confused as to why Lin Yan would tell Luo Xi.
Logically, shouldn't he seize the opponent's weakness, gain some distance, and then counter-kill? Why did he suddenly do this, and it seemed like he was even communicating with the opponent.
After all, if Lin Yan could defeat Luo Xi here, he would definitely become famous throughout the entire Blue Star. Not to mention anything else, his influence would at least double.
He didn't believe Lin Yan wouldn't be tempted by such a prospect. Besides, he hadn't heard of any deep friendship between the two.
In Venarese's understanding, this legendary figure was likely brought in by Lin Yan to boost the reputation of this newly opened racetrack. After all, the Lin family was rich, and while it was difficult to invite a legend to race, it was not impossible for the Lin family.
With such temptation, even friends might be betrayed, let alone when they had a transactional relationship.
It would be easy to pretend to be unaware afterward, and it wouldn't affect him in any way.
To be precise, the facts were almost as Venarese thought. Luo Xi was also attracted by Lin Yan's talent and the favor of the Lin family supplying him with materials.
However, Venarese overlooked one point, which he would never have thought of: Lin Yan's feelings for Luo Xi.
Upon seeing Lin Yan's gesture, Luo Xi waved his hand and also made a gesture towards Lin Yan with one hand.
Their communication was simple, and others couldn't understand it, but they understood each other perfectly.
Lin Yan asked if his master needed to change cars, or if he himself should limit his performance at turn five. Luo Xi indicated that it was not necessary.
He didn't expect this kid's eyesight to be so sharp, to have actually noticed it.
Luo Xi's gaze returned to the front.
It was true that the car had wobbled at turn five, but he had concealed it very well, and yet this kid had noticed it.
As for changing cars, Luo Xi did not agree, nor would he ever agree. In his thirty-year career, such a violation of rules had never happened, not even after retirement.
In a real race, if a car had a problem, the race officials would not allow you to change it, and the opponents would not give you any leeway because of your car's issues. Moreover, the technician had tuned this car according to his requirements, so it was his own mistake, unrelated to anyone else.