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Commentator: "OK! The first contestant is ready. He is a local rider from Montana. It is also his first time to participate in the bonus qualifying event. He seems a little nervous. I hope he can get a good result." Ranking.”

"OK! The referee blew the whistle and the game started!"

The arena instantly boiled.

The shouts were like tides and waves, drowning a hundred thousand people.

The staff standing on both sides of the cattle pen lifted the iron gate with force.

A brown North African bull rushed out, ran less than two meters, and jumped wildly.

The limbs jumped high as if they were equipped with springs.

The body of the rider sitting on the back of the bull was instantly distorted, bending and undulating irregularly.

It has obviously lost its beauty.

The rider failed to hold on for three seconds before falling to the ground.

More than a dozen judges in protective clothing ran up to the basking area. Some were responsible for diverting the attention of the bull, while others were responsible for protecting the rider.

The fallen rider, escorted by the referee, quickly rushed up to the central column, and the bull rammed it head-on.

There was a "bang~" sound, and the iron railing of the pillar was in state.

There were noises and cheers.

There are few professional spectators who come to see the skills of the riders. Most of the spectators come to feel the excitement of the wild bulls running wild.

The rider sat on the cylindrical platform, staring at the bison still running in the arena, distracted.

Commentator: "It's a pity that he didn't successfully tame the bull. If he wants to get a spot in the main draw, he has to hold on for at least five seconds in the second round. Judging from his situation in the first round, it's very difficult. We wish him the best!"

Chris: "Two to three seconds is the normal level for amateur riders. The first contestant was not fully prepared. It can be seen from his movements on the back of the bull that he has not yet entered the official competition state!"

"OK! The rider who will appear soon is a young man from Texas. Can the former Western Cowboy prove himself in the PBR arena? We will wait and see!"

"Game start!"

The gate opens.

The black bull rushes in and out of the ring.

The limbs are flexible, the body weighing a thousand pounds jumps in the air, and the front and back half of the body move up and down, giving a full sense of strength.

O'Neill held the live broadcast mobile phone and shook his hands and cheered.

The audience could no longer hear the commentary clearly and started discussing among themselves.

"Isn't this place hot for your feet?"

"My dear boy! You are so stupid!"

"BGM, "The Man on the Horse" starts!"

"I probably won't be able to hold on for a second!"

Commentator: "What a pity, he lasted four seconds, but there is still a chance. I hope I can get good results in the second round!"

Chris: "The rider's arm strength is too weak. During the bull's leap, his left hand did not hold the reins firmly, otherwise he would have been able to tame the bull!"

Amid enthusiastic cheers from the audience, the game reached the middle stage.

So far, the best time is just five and a half seconds, and no one has received the $2,500 bonus in the first round.

Chris smiled and said: "Can the next rider be the first rider to advance to the race today? We are looking forward to his performance!"

Commentator: "This player made hateful remarks before the game started. His only opponent was his cousin, Johnson, the winner of last year's championship.

Chris has made a detailed analysis of Wade as a rider before the start of the race. Let’s take a look, how is his performance?

Okay, let’s start the game!”

The iron gate opens.

The brown bull rushes into the ring.

The feet kicked the dust, the strong body swung repeatedly, and the bull's head swayed randomly.

Wade looked serious, holding on to the reins with his left hand and raising his right hand above his head, making a gesture like a western cowboy roping a horse.

The body is not twisted much.

The condition is very stable.

Seven and a half seconds later, he landed.

After landing, he quickly climbed up, ran towards the fences on both sides of the field, stepped up in one big step, and hugged the fence railings with both hands.

The bison crashed into the fence, failed to hit Wade as intended, turned around and ran across the field.

The referee quickly controlled the bison.

Wade showed a regretful smile, reached out and high-fived the audience, jumped off the fence, and walked back to the dugout.

Chris: "It can be seen from his expression that he is not satisfied with this result. Wade already has the qualities of a professional rider. Whether it is strength, physical coordination, or the beauty of the performance, he is very comfortable. Just It's a pity that he didn't complete the uniform in this round.

However, we would like to congratulate him for becoming the first rider to qualify for the main race in the first round.

I hope that in the main game, Wade can show his best condition and compete seriously with his brother Johnson!"

Commentary: "One of Chris' favorite players has already qualified for the main draw. Another player, Liu Wei, will appear last. Will there be other players who have qualified for the main draw before him?" Qualification? Let’s continue to pay attention to the competition!”

O'Neal finally realized that he was holding Liu Wei's live broadcast phone, and turned back to stare at the live broadcast camera, "Guys, I'm very excited now, I also want to experience the feeling of riding a bull!"

Some viewers in the live broadcast room barely understood what he said in English.

"Don't you like riding horses?"

"I can fuck me too!"

"No, the cow doesn't want to be ridden by you, you're too heavy!"

"Ao Pang is just here to make fun of you!"

Although O'Neal couldn't understand the Chinese barrage, he was very emotional, had a strange look on his face, and roared wildly.

Commentator: "Chris, it's undeniable that the level of this amateur rider class is very high, but so far only Wade has received a ticket for the main race. Does that disappoint you?"

Chris: "The charm of competitive sports lies in feeling its passion. I analyze it from the perspective of spectators and commentators. I think the level of competition has been demonstrated.

If you want to look at strength, the main game the day after tomorrow will be the toughest choice. "

"OK! Here is the last rider in today's bonus qualifying round. He is Liu Wei, a rider from China!" The commentator gave a strange smile.

"Let us wish him good results!"

Not much introduction.

There was no discussion with Chris either.

The echoes at the scene also suddenly stopped.

The cheers of the audience were reduced by more than half.

Liu Wei sat on the bull and waited, feeling the atmosphere of the game was completely different.

It’s so realistic!

Do you look down on me so much?

Liu Wei shook his head and smiled.

O'Neal doesn't like the smell of discrimination in sports.

His big face fell instantly.

An angry look on his face.

He raised his fists and shouted: "Liu, fuck me! My brother, let them see your strength!"

The audience around O'Neal stared at his unusual reaction with some confusion.

However, he was soon moved by his passion and started shouting too.

Liu Wei raised his head, smiled at O'Neal, and raised his hand in an OK gesture.

His current game status was played on the big screens on both sides.

In the commentary box, Chris smiled and said: "Of all the riders participating in the bonus qualifying race today, Liu Wei's pre-race state was the most relaxed. Even on the faces of many professional riders, you can't see such ease. state.

He has let himself go, I like this state of play, maybe he will really shine!"

After the commentators on the left and right listened to Chris's analysis, the commentator on the left joked, "Maybe he has given up on the game!"

The commentator on the right catered: "I hope he can hold on for three seconds, hahaha!"