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After hearing the horn sound, Ming Ke and Bei Mingye's yacht immediately started the motor and set off in the direction they planned to go at an extremely fast speed.
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But in less than five minutes, the distance gradually widened. Some people were lagging behind, and naturally some people were the first to break through.
Ming didn¡¯t expect that Long Chuyang would come. He and Long Chuhan were brothers. Why weren¡¯t the two of them on the same yacht?
It wasn¡¯t until someone called her name that she turned her head and looked to the lower left and saw Long Chuyang waving to her.
Young Master Long seemed to be in a particularly good mood today. The smile that was rarely seen on his face was seen by everyone today. Everyone was standing on the turret on the top of the cabin, a little far away. Especially against the sea breeze, the other party couldn't hear what he said at all.
However, Long Chuyang just said hello to her and asked the people below to continue to work harder. It didn't take long for him to surpass them and go straight ahead.
Ming Ke couldn¡¯t help but tugged at the corner of Bei Mingye¡¯s clothes. Everyone was speeding up. Why did their yacht stop at that speed after it stabilized its speed and kept moving forward at a constant speed? Did he want to save his strength to catch up at the end?
"However, yachts are different from people. People get tired sometimes, but yachts don't.
Seeing her doubts, Bei Mingye just smiled lightly, held her in his arms and said nothing.
But he didn¡¯t agree with his name: ¡°Can you tell me an answer?¡±
"Every yacht participating in the competition uses the same fuel, and it will be gone after it is used up." He leaned over and put his chin on her head, saying calmly.
Ming Ke blinked his eyes, carefully removed his head from his chin, looked up at his exquisitely carved face, and said in surprise: "Are you afraid that you don't have enough oil? Will you not be able to return to the finish line if you turn back?"
"That was calculated by Liancheng, not my credit. The organizer this time is very smart. The oil allocated to each yacht is carefully calculated and can always be returned. But if it is overused, it will really Can¡¯t come back.¡±
"What if I can't come back? What should I do if I can't come back?" she couldn't help but ask.
Bei Mingye smiled again, pulled her back, placed his chin on top of her head, and hugged her into his arms.
He likes this way. Standing there with her, facing the sea breeze, being so close will make you feel like your hearts are together.
"If you can't come back, then paddle."
"How can you row such a big yacht with an oar?" Mingke opened her eyes wide in shock and wanted to look up at him, but his chin rested on top of her head, so she could only look ahead with him.
Although this yacht is not big, it is just an ordinary private yacht used for competitions. The passenger capacity is not as good as usual, but it can easily accommodate dozens of people. It even has three rooms, so you can imagine how big it is.
As far as she knows, each yacht can only take ten people to race together. In this case, if there is no oil, how long will they have to paddle to reach the finish line?
"You can give up." Bei Mingye's long fingers scraped across her face, and the smile always condensed on the corners of his lips and never dissipated: "If you give up, there will naturally be staff to add fuel to the boat for you."
Giving up is definitely impossible for Bei Mingye, but Mingke is really curious. If the fuel is really gone, how will these people row back?
With such a big yacht, even the oars can¡¯t touch the water. Are there special oars for them to row back?
It¡¯s not that I¡¯m not looking forward to it, but I also know that I can¡¯t rush it now. In about two hours, I might be able to see that scene.
Since Beiming Liancheng has made careful calculations, it means that those who go fast may actually run out of fuel in the end.
She suddenly wanted to see, with a little evil intention, if the high-spirited Second Young Master Long Chuyang could not reach the finish line, would he give up or find a way to row back?
Boating I really thought this yacht was an ordinary boat. How could it be possible? Without enough fuel, how on earth are they going to go? The organizers of the competition will definitely leave a way out for everyone, right?
Looking up, I saw two yachts not far away walking forward with them at a leisurely pace. They were not too slow, not too far behind, but they did not speed up and kept moving forward at a constant speed.
Especially, when connected to theirs, there is not much difference in the speed of the three yachts.
To their right is Long Chuhan and Long Shanshan¡¯s yacht. The two of them are standing on the boat deck.?, Long Shanshan is still wearing a bikini that is so cool that people can't bear to look at it. Although there is tulle on her shoulders, it is so thin that it is not much different from not wearing it.
The sun is strong today and the temperature is not low, but the sea breeze is still a bit cool, so you don¡¯t have to worry about catching a cold if you dress like that.
Mingke sneered. He never had a good impression of Long Shanshan. He looked past them and to their right. The other yacht clearly belonged to the prince.
Zhan Jiuxiao stood alone on the ship's roof, casting indifferent eyes this way, but he only glanced at them lightly. He didn't even know if his eyes had stopped on them, so he looked forward again. .
The three yachts moved forward at a steady speed together. Ming Ke couldn't help but tugged at the corner of Bei Mingye's clothes: "They seem to understand this."
"Everyone knows the truth, it just depends on whether you can calculate it accurately." Bei Mingye brushed the hair scattered on her face: "Is it cold?"
"It's not cold." The temperature is high enough today. Even if you are wearing a swimsuit, as long as you put on a scarf, it will not be too cold, unlike Long Shanshan.
¡°I¡¯m just afraid that I¡¯ll get wet when there are strong winds and waves. If I get wet, I¡¯m afraid it won¡¯t be very warm. After all, it¡¯s already mid-November.
Bei Mingye took her a little closer to his arms, still looking ahead and saying nothing.
Some of the team members selected by Yitou are resting on the deck and some are in the back cabin. They are always paying attention to whether their oars are stuck with debris. Once they are stuck, they must be dealt with immediately, otherwise they will consume fuel.
As for Beiming Liancheng, he was sitting in the pilothouse not far from the ship building, leisurely listening to music or reading a book. I glanced at Mingke when he came up just now, and I could clearly see his expression. A nonchalant attitude.
The yacht was still moving forward at a steady speed, but the wind and waves gradually became stronger. On the deck of the yacht not far away, Long Shanshan couldn't help but shrink back.
The man beside her looked forward indifferently, not noticing anything strange about her at all. She turned her eyes slightly and suddenly leaned towards him again: "Brother, I'm a little cold, please hold me."
Long Chuhan glanced at her, and without saying a word, left the ship building and returned to the cabin.
Long Shanshan suddenly became depressed, actually leaving her here alone. Didn't grandpa say that he should take good care of herself? How can you do this!
But not long after, she saw Long Chuhan coming up from below. After coming up, he took the suit in his hand and put it on her body. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com