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The two got familiar with the arena.

The turf was removed from the football field, and it was paved with dirt. An iron cage was built in the middle, with a height of 1.5 meters.

The iron cage has two functions. One is to make it easier for contestants to run up and avoid being hit by the bull after falling off its back.

In addition, high-definition camera equipment is placed inside the cage, and a cameraman will squat inside to capture the clearest and most exciting first-person perspective.

The major media and broadcast stations were located at the outermost edge of the football field. Liu Wei turned around and scanned around and found the logo of the CCTV5 broadcast station.

O'Neal comforted Liu Wei as he walked, "Liu, don't be nervous, they don't know your strength, but I know very well that you will definitely get the highest bonus in the first round!"

Liu Wei nodded.

In fact, he didn't panic at all. Even if there was an accident on the field, he would still be able to subdue the raging bison.

After walking around the arena, Liu Wei already felt competitive.

passionate.

This venue will definitely be the hottest tomorrow.

After coming out of the venue, Liu Wei went back to the hotel, and O'Neal went to catch up with his old friends and fans.

Today was a relatively relaxing day for Liu Wei, and he took this opportunity to rest and refresh his mind.

…

"Liu! Open the door, Liu!"

O'Neal rang the doorbell of Liu Wei's room very early.

Liu Wei opened the door in a daze, turned around and climbed onto the bed again.

O'Neal pulled his shoulder and said: "Liu, it's time to go and clean up. The game officially starts at ten o'clock. It takes us half an hour to get there!"

Liu Wei got up and walked to the bathroom.

O'Neal took his arm and asked, "What do you think of my outfit today?"

"Oh! Not bad, cool!" Liu Wei said perfunctorily.

He doesn't appreciate O'Neal's fashion.

Upper body colorful shirt,

Wearing trousers, pointy leather shoes, and a big gold chain around his neck, he walked to the bathroom mirror with sunglasses in his hand, put on his sunglasses, and acted funny in front of the mirror, twisting his flexible and fat body.

He always considered himself a soul dancer.

Liu Wei did not disturb him and changed into his competition uniform after washing.

Amateur riders participating in the bonus qualifying competition do not have professional competition equipment, but are dressed in Western cowboy clothes. They need to get ranked in the bonus qualifying competition before a sponsor will contact them to provide professional equipment.

There's really no difference.

He just looks decent, with the logos of major sponsors printed on his clothes, proving to the media and television audiences around the world that he is a professional rider.

The word "career" still carries a lot of weight.

Arriving at Billings Crown Football Stadium at nine o'clock, when passing through the passage, the passage was already filled with the echoes of the audience's shouts.

Liu Wei held the live broadcast mobile phone, "Brothers, I will be the last to play. When we enter the player waiting area later, I will hand the live broadcast mobile phone to O'Neal and ask him to show you the scene!"

"Shark, please!" Liu Wei finished the preparatory activities and handed the live broadcast mobile phone to O'Neal.

O'Neal came out of the VIP channel and walked to the VIP audience seats, the first row of the football field. He used the live broadcast mobile phone in his hand as a camera to record the scene back and forth.

In the footage, the venue was packed with everyone, and there were many spectators crowded in the lanes.

Their faces were plastered with various wild symbols, and their hands were raised in the air as they danced to the dynamic music.

The rockers on both sides of the football field started working, which meant that the game was about to start.

After a while, the host appeared on the big screens on both sides. He was in a suit and leather shoes, with a handcuff in his left hand and a microphone in his right hand.

Loud voice.

The sound of speakers echoed throughout the venue.

The host's speech and the echo were superimposed, adding to the excitement of the scene.

"OK! The Billings stop of the National Professional Bull Riding Championship Tour begins now, and the camera is handed over to our professional commentators from ESPN!"

The picture on the big screen was transferred to the live commentary booth.

Several commentators were discussing with each other with headphones on. When the camera turned to them, they stopped discussing and looked at the camera with a smile.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the National Bull Riding Championship. We are in Billings, the last stop of the tour. Today we have invited a heavyweight commentator. He is the one who set the highest score in the National Bull Riding Championship. Chris Shivers.

Chris, say hello to our fellow viewers! "

Chris, who was sitting in the middle, waved and smiled at the camera.

The commentator on the left asked: "Chris, the championship game where you set the record was in 1998. I remember you were only 27 years old at the time. You scored 96.5 points in that game. Have you ever thought that more than 20 years have passed? Now, you’re still the record holder for the highest PBR score?”

Chris shook his head, "I have never thought about this problem. PBR is developing rapidly and its influence is getting stronger and stronger. Every year, it gathers outstanding riders from all over the world. They are all very capable. Perhaps the competition system is becoming more and more strict. So the referees won’t be as open as before when scoring!”

"What Chris said makes sense!" asked the commentator on the right. "Although today is only the bonus qualifying competition and the main competition will start in two days, the passion of the audience has been completely unleashed. Perhaps this is the charm of the bull riding competition. .

Chris, who are you most optimistic about among the 32 amateur riders competing? "

Chris analyzed carefully: "First of all, it must be Wade, Johnson's cousin. We all know Johnson, last year's champion, a very experienced player.

I heard that his cousin Wade participated in the bonus qualifying competition just to challenge him, so the brotherly battle in this competition will be a highlight!"

"The other player is Liu Wei, the last player to appear. He is a Chinese. No Chinese rider has ever participated in the National Professional Bull Riding Competition."

The commentator on the left laughed: "They are better at table tennis and badminton!"

The commentator on the right laughed along.

Chris still behaved very professionally and analyzed carefully, "Liu Wei's agent is O'Neal. We are very familiar with O'Neal. When I heard that he recommended it, I became very interested in Liu Wei.

I went to check Liu Wei's relevant information. Although I only found some information, it was enough to prove his strength.

He has subdued tigers and lions with his bare hands!"

The commentator sitting on both sides laughing suddenly lost his smile, spread his hands and shook his head, "Chris, are you telling the truth?"

"How can it be?"

The two commentators dug up the player's information and carefully looked at Liu Wei's registration information. Judging from all aspects of his physical data, he couldn't compare with professional riders.

That's it?

Can you kill a tiger with your bare hands?

The two still didn't believe it.

Chris smiled and said: "I don't believe it either, I hope it's a rumor on the Internet! But I am very interested in this Chinese rider, and my motor perception tells me that he is not that simple!"

After some analysis by the commentator, the live music stopped and the big screen switched to two screens. The small screen was the commentator's seat.

The big picture shows the contestants who are already riding on the bull. The contestants hold firmly the hemp rope that is strangling the bull's balls with their left hand, and hold another hemp rope in their right hand to tie up their left hands to ensure a complete grip so as not to let go easily when the bull jumps.

The bull was locked in a narrow pen and was already restless. The staff held the iron gate with both hands and were ready to let the bull go!