I practiced in the United States

The clothes Eric was referring to were the clothes with sponsors printed on them that he wore in this competition. In layman's terms, they were GG shirts. ░▒▓█►─═  ═─◄█▓▒░

Li Ang opened the package. There was nothing wrong with the clothes. It was a sky blue Nike sportswear with words printed on it, which made Eric a little embarrassed.

"Eric Furniture Factory."

In fact, Li Ang didn't feel anything when he saw it. After all, he had been exposed to Chinese for a longer time. Although he now has native-level English skills, English is not his mother tongue, so there is no mother tongue embarrassment effect.

For him, if he doesn't translate it, it's just a string of English art words, which is too common in China.

Translated as furniture factory, it's nothing at all. There are more foreign swear words, insulting words, etc., which doesn't prevent everyone from liking to wear it.

But for native speakers, the feeling of seeing this clothes is no less than wearing a GG shirt with twin pig feed printed on it.

Li Ang knew that Xila would come, but he was still confused for a while when he saw Xila still waving at him on the podium.

No, what kind of background does she have? How can she get connections everywhere?

But now is not the time to think about these things, the competition is the focus.

In the preparation stage, Li Ang could clearly feel the eyes of people around him.

Not only the audience, but also the drivers who participated in the competition.

But this is not because he is a celebrity. In fact, among the thousands of people present, there may be no more than ten people who know him.

The reason is that the proportion of Asians in this competition is very small, and the GG shirt he wears is also quite eye-catching, so it is natural to attract everyone's attention.

"Am I seeing right? Eric Furniture Factory, my God, is this Asian crazy because of poverty?"

"I guess the sponsorship fee he received will not exceed 500 yuan."

"I don't know what this sponsor thinks, how did he connect cycling and furniture together?"

"Maybe he is an Internet celebrity? You know, he may be deliberately attracting attention."

"Okay, our attention should not be focused on such insignificant people. If we want to achieve results, we must focus on the front."

But there are also kind voices, like a nearly 40-year-old uncle next to him, who even patted Li Ang on the shoulder and told him not to be nervous. It's good to be able to participate.

Not only did the riders around him notice him, but Jos, who is from the Falcon Club and is his fellow villager, also noticed Li Ang.

"I didn't expect him to come here, and I don't know if he regrets not accepting the 300 yuan from our club now."

Jos shook his head, sneered, and then focused his attention on the seeded players of their club.

Although the Falcon Club is a dominant presence in the local area, it is not so prominent in a big city like Jacksonville.

Among several large clubs, it can barely rank in the top ten, but it is still a long way from the top five.

The most concerned group of people in the cycling circle this time are the players of the Speed ​​Club. They are also ranked in the whole United States.

Almost all the players who came to participate in the competition this time have the strength to compete for the top five.

Like the most outstanding genius teenager Holt, he has achieved better results than many professional players in amateur competitions many times.

And the only opponent who may suppress him in this competition may be Harry.

This guy was originally a professional player in the second team of the national team, but he was cleared out of the team because of moral issues.

Although he has not received professional training in the past two years, his strength may have declined slightly, but he still crushes amateur players in all aspects.

However, Li Ang does not have to worry about competing with him, because he belongs to the youth group, while Harry is in the adult group.

The entire race is 180 kilometers long, which is a long-lasting battle for amateurs.

Those who can finish the race within six hours are all quite capable.

The race is about to start. As a "fleet rider", Li Ang is in a relatively backward position, and there are many people.

The distribution rules of the players are similar to those of the marathon. The spacious positions at the front are naturally occupied by the seeded players of the major clubs.

Although the Falcon Club is not at the front, its position is much better than his. At least after the start, it will not be disturbed by the riders next to it.

As the race started, the area where Li Ang was located was also moving forward. At this stage, even if you want to speed up, you can't speed up at all. If you ride fast, there is a risk of crashing.

"I say, old Eric, what are you all looking at here?"

The person who spoke was Wally Dosari, an old friend of Eric's grandfather. He owns several Chinese restaurants. The two people's homes are next to each other, so they often come to visit.

"If your eyes are not blurry, you should be able to see that we are watching a bicycle race."

Old Eric rolled his eyes at him and continued to stare at the 98-inch TV in front of him.

Next to him were his wife, son, daughter, grandson and other family members, more than a dozen people.

They all responded to his call today and came to watch the game.

Wally squinted his eyes, took a look at the content on TV, and asked with some doubts:

"How come I didn't know when you first became interested in bike racing?"

Old Eric snorted and replied with a little pride:

"There are a lot of things you don't know."

"Wow, grandpa, I saw our GG! This is Li Ang, my teammate in the last game!"

Little Eric suddenly cheered up. He originally wanted to go with him, but his mother kept him at home because his sister had no one to accompany her.

"GG?"

Wally moved closer, and at the last second before the camera shifted, he saw the clothes Li Ang was wearing.

"Hahahaha, I said, isn't this why you are watching this game?"

Wally looked at old Eric and laughed.

"Can you tell me, how did you come up with the idea of ​​letting an unknown little cyclist give your factory a GG? In my opinion, the money would be better spent on replacing these old shoes on your feet. "

"This is not what I thought about. My grandson arranged it for me. He thought it would make me happy."

Old Eric answered in a calm tone, but was suddenly silenced by Wally, who was still laughing just now.

"Damn it, you have a great grandson, old Eric, but don't think that I will envy you because of this. It's impossible, absolutely impossible."

Wally paced and gritted his teeth.

"Grandpa, look, Li Ang is so fast!"

Little Eric said in surprise, while Wally answered the phone. It was his grandson calling.

"What? You don't have enough pocket money? If you don't have any money, get the hell back! If you don't go to work in the restaurant, you won't get a penny in the future!"

In the TV screen, Li Ang finally broke away from the large group at the rear while constantly overtaking, and began to move towards the leading group.