Suddenly, the train's sound became louder, and its speed visibly increased!
The children screamed again...
After a round, Gu Ping decided to hand the remote control to Er Mao—it was best not to neglect any child.
"Everyone, take turns; each person gets three laps."
He had a good sense of timing, and just as the youngest, Wu Guoqing, took the remote, Da Dan came out holding a big pot of stewed meat—
"Dinner is ready!"
The little guy had waited so long for his turn; now he was instantly anxious: "Don't go, don't go, I want to play!"
Luckily, he was the only one left, so waiting a bit didn't matter to everyone.
So, under everyone's expectant eyes, Wu Guoqing pressed the three buttons in turn.
When he reluctantly returned the remote, Gu Ping silently sighed—
Alas, the four large batteries are drained!
Half an hour, and 8 yuan is gone!
Burning money!
Actually, this was rather normal. After all, the car is big and long, the track spiraled upward, and it was speeding up...
