Coach Sun was also somewhat shocked.
But after the shock, he was excited and said to Bai Youyou, "Youyou, since Lu You said so, even if you can’t beat Ben Franzi, you can definitely match him closely... All our team’s hopes are on you now!"
Bai Youyou felt a bit panicked inside, but seeing all the senior members and other formal racers looking at her with expectation and envy, she pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I will try my best."
As they were talking, a super-large luxury van slowly drove up.
Following the bus was a large truck specially for transporting vehicles, carrying more than a dozen top-fitted race cars.
Seeing this vehicle, everyone standing at the door couldn’t help but straighten up their expressions involuntarily and stood straight.
The luxury bus stopped at the door, the door opened, and a dozen tall, blonde-haired foreigners walked down.
The blond middle-aged man at the forefront was the manager of the F country race team, Vincent.
And following by his side, a young man in a pure white racing suit with audacious blue hair and a proud look in his sharp eyes.
He was F country’s top racer, ranked second in the International Racing Alliance, three levels higher than Lu You, Ben Franzi.
Franzi’s presence was so imposing that Bai Youyou couldn’t help but swallow nervously, taking a small step back behind Coach Sun.
As soon as they got off, Vincent and Ben Franzi walked up to Qian Yuan and Zheng Qiu, extending their hands, "Hello, I’m Vincent, the manager of the F country race team. I hope we can have a pleasant friendly match today."
Their words were translated by an accompanying translator.
Qian Yuan also smiled and reached out his hand, "Hello, I am the manager of the Huaxia Race Team, Qian Yuan, and this is the Director of our National Sports Bureau, Zheng Qiu. Welcome to Huaxia."
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