Lin Xiangbei now admits that he is weak, but why should the old drunkard put his eyes on his waist?

Lin Xiangbei was deeply angry about this!

Before Lin Xiangbei could protest, Li Wenfeng came over with a smile and said, "It's a big problem for men to be unable to have a waist. Do I want me to give you two bottles of kidney treasures or something?"

"Don't be polite, I'm not short of money!"

"Get out."

Lin Xiangbei replied angrily, and now he felt a feeling in his heart whether he had chosen a pitfall.

"Don't be happy too early, you boy, you have a physical training plan."

The old drunkard looked at Li Wenfeng and said, neither of these two plans were aimed at one person, but both of them had to complete.

"Uncle Xu, I have a good waist, legs, and good health. I don't need it anymore."

Li Wenfeng said while raising his arms and showing off his biceps.

This kid may have some fitness basics, at least now, he looks much stronger than Lin Xiangbei.

After all, as the saying goes, it is a good saying, poor, rich and powerful. Lin Xiangbei was a car washer before. It is not easy for him to survive in a metropolis like the East China Sea. How can he have money to go to the gym for physical training? This is also the fundamental reason why his current poor physical fitness is currently.

"Is that true? Then let's break off your wrists and see your muscle strength."

The old drunkard reached out and placed it on the coffee table, signaling Li Wenfeng to "gear" with him.

"No, it's not good if you hurt Uncle Xu."

Li Wenfeng said with some smugness, Xu Lang has been retiring for several years in his forties. Last night, he saw him look like a drunkard, who can compare with a strong young man like himself?

"If you win, physical training will be cancelled."

This sentence instantly touched Li Wenfeng's psychological defense line. He lay down in front of the coffee table to compete with the old drunkard.

"It's not a palm, just grab my wrist."

The old drunkard added that he just asked Li Wenfeng to grab his wrist and compared it in this unfair way.

"Uncle Xu, this is not good, if I win, I won't win."

It is obvious that the difficulty of holding the palm and holding the wrist is not on the same level. Li Wenfeng thinks that Xu Lang looks down on others too much and is simply letting go.

"Let's talk about it if you win."

"Okay, Uncle Xu, I'm not polite!"

Li Wenfeng didn't say nonsense either. He grabbed the old drunkard's wrist and the two began to force.

Almost instantly, Li Wenfeng's arm fell down, which was simply a unilateral massacre!

"Uncle Xu, I wasn't ready just now, come again!"

Li Wenfeng's face immediately turned red at this time. In addition to the force, he was more unacceptable to such a result.

Forget it if you lose, you were actually killed by the other party in seconds. When did you become so weak?

"Okay, count down the north this time."

At this time, Lin Xiangbei shook his head with a playful smile on his face. After all, Li Wenfeng had never experienced a career and did not understand what muscle strength means to a driver.

The f1 racing car has no directional support. With the g value added to each turn, it is equivalent to carrying dozens of kilograms of force to rotate the steering wheel. It is not an exaggeration to call it the Kirin arm.

Although the rally car is not so exaggerated, think about how to ensure the stability of the steering wheel if it is not strong enough arm muscles?

Especially for top events, a slight mistake is a thousand miles away. You are already wandering on the edge of losing control. If the steering wheel shakes by a few millimeters more, it may become a decisive factor in success or failure.

For Li Wenfeng, fitness is nothing more than a hobby to maintain his body shape. How can he compare with the ability of an old drunkard to have more than ten years of eating?

But Lin Xiangbei did not say it thoroughly, stood beside the two of them and began to count down: "Prepare, three, two, one, start!"

As Lin Xiangbei counted over, Li Wenfeng could be said to have used all the effort to feed himself, and his face turned red.

This time it was a little stronger than being killed in seconds before. After a stalemate for about a second or two, it was easily "fucked" by the old drunkard again. The huge gap in power made the result still have no suspense.

"Uncle Xu, I'm convinced. I'll do whatever you say!"

Li Wenfeng stood up and looked a little ashamed. He really didn't expect that he could not beat Xu Lang even if he grabbed his wrist. The speed king back then did have two tricks!

The old drunkard still has the usual indifferent style. He does not mean Li Wenfeng's nonsense, but points to the physical fitness plan and says.

"To the north, your training direction is muscle strength, especially the muscles on the head and neck are the key. This not only determines your turn limit on the track, but also determines whether you can survive after the accident."

"I see."

Lin Xiangbei didn't say a word of nonsense and nodded seriously to express his agreement.

Perhaps no one knows the importance of head and neck muscles to a driver better than him. Because the body trunk can also be supported by racing bucket chairs, and the head is only maintained by strong neck muscles, so it is impossible to fix the head.

If you look closely at an F1 driver, you will find that their necks are extremely thick, whether it is Schumacher, Kimi Raikkonen, or future car god Hamilton.

The most obvious of this is probably the two-time F1 world champion Alonso. Alonso has a big head, and with a neck that is almost as wide as his head, the muscle feels very conspicuous.

After the old drunkard said to Lin Xiangbei, he looked at Li Wenfeng.

"In addition to regular physical training, you also need to improve your sense of direction and body sensitivity."

"What's the meaning?"

Li Wenfeng was a little confused. It is easy to understand how to strengthen his physical fitness. After all, he also had to sit on the racing car and withstand the high G value brought by turning and braking.

But what is this sense of direction and body sensitivity? Does it have anything to do with racing?

"It means that the driver drives to a section of the road, you don't see it with your eyes, but with your body."

The old drunkard has now asked Li Wenfeng for the standards of top pilots.

You should know that as long as the driver is fast enough, the navigator has no way to report the road letter, and he still has time and effort to see the road.

To put it simply, there is a right turn ahead. The navigator does not watch the driver drive over, but uses his body to feel the car turn right.

Because if you wait until you "see" the turn and report the next section of road book terrain, then it will be too late to go!

Therefore, in the top rally, the navigator basically did not raise his head, and reported the contents of the road book at a very fast speed, and then used his body to feel whether the driver had passed through this location. This is called physical sensitivity!

The classic British car program top     Gear, there is a plot where the host May plays the guest appearance of WRC professional driver Chris Mick Navigator.

At that time, Mick said: "The truly top navigator uses his body to feel the terrain and then predicts the road conditions ahead. In this way, the driver can know the road conditions in advance and adjust the traffic conditions before the next node arrives."

"Otherwise, you may look up at the road and look down at the short moment when you look down at the road book, the drivers will not get enough information feedback, which will lead to an accident in the race."
Chapter completed!