olympian big player

Chapter 144 143 - Tauren - 1
"I'll give you half an hour, no, 40 minutes." Achim was helpless, but he couldn't control the affairs of such a young man.

"Wait a minute, I'll change clothes, see you in the parking lot." Bu Zelu finally escaped from the clutches of this stubborn middle-aged German.

He even regretted why he hired a group of Germans as his coaches, and didn't he like a group of French, or even Chinese?
One is a representative of romance, and the other is a model of sophistication, which can be the same as these rigid people.

Bu Zelu, who changed into casual clothes after taking a shower, ran into Matthew Sebler when he went out, "Matthew, I won't be coming back tonight, the physical training Achim said, yes, remember , 20 minutes after I left, I was telling them to call it a day."

"Sir, this is not good." Matthew Sable immediately understood what Bu Zelu was going to do.

"This is your last assistant job, you don't need to care about these things from now on, come on, help me, don't you see the beauty waiting for me?" Bu Zelu raised his eyebrows at Matthew and left quickly.

When they came to the parking lot, Bu Zelu directly greeted Sharapova to get in the car, and then ran away with a kick of the accelerator. The physical reserve, what a joke, isn't London enough every morning?

Is there anything more grueling and exercising than systematic daily tasks?

If it weren't for the systematic training, would you have a convulsion and take an anti-human training posture, Bu Zelu promises to show this training openly.

He practiced once in the morning. In order to consolidate his physical advantage, the coaching staff who usually train him came to another group, and made people die.

"This is your new car?" Sharapova looked at the odometer curiously.

"No, my friend's, I don't have any money!" Bu Zelu drove out the Lamborghini on purpose today.

"No way, what did you do with your money?" Sharapova was a little confused. We are all tennis players. Although the business contract of Bu Zelu is unclear, the bonus alone is close to 300 million U.S. dollars. It is more than enough to buy such a car. .

"Investment, how much can tennis earn. I basically bought this stock!" Bu Zelu shook the iPhone in his hand.

"That won't make much money." Sharapova knows that Apple is very hot, but how can she buy such a stock with a low return rate if she wants to make money, and it is also expensive.

"Just think of it as a deposit, it's better than putting it in the bank." Bu Zelu shrugged.

"That's right, where are we going to eat?" Sharapova asked while pulling her hair.

"Believe me, I won't know the way after this road!" Bu Zelu really had no confidence in navigation.

"Have you ever dated like this? I don't know the place, and I have to pay for it. I suddenly feel a little regretful." Sharapova said with a smile.

"It's useless to regret, I've already run out, why don't you put you here, and you call your assistant?" Bu Zelu's meal was an excuse, he was going to collect interest today, and after two days, Emma The rest is ready to go to the ground, and said that there will be some competition.

This is the reason why he tried to escape today. To be a 'Tauren' requires technical skills, and he is not very interested in Sharapova.

"You are such a bad man, do you know that the men who invite me to dinner can fill Wembley Stadium!" Sharapova rolled her eyes and glared at Bu Zelu.

"Okay, okay, my fault, I haven't eaten Michelin food yet, why don't we eat this? Do you like French food or Italian food?" Bu Zelu asked with blinking eyes.

"Italian food, I'm so tired from training and don't want to eat." Sharapova stretched lazily, then gave Bu Zelu a blank look, signaling him to take back his unhealthy gaze, even if you look, don't you know peeking?
"I'll listen to you, anyway, it's you who paid...advance payment, advance payment!" Bu Zelu hurriedly smiled apologetically.

"By the way, I noticed that you are changing your style of play. Do you want to become an all-court player?" Sharapova changed the subject and asked.

"No, the main reason is that the ball on the grass is too fast. I want to adapt to the way of volleying on the net, so that I can go further. I also want to get a grand slam." Bu Zelu shrugged.

"Indeed, the Grand Slam is really difficult. I'm still one French Open away. It looks like I'll be working hard until next year." Sharapova said helplessly. The other three Grand Slams have already been won, but the French Open champion.

Which tennis player does not want to win the championship of the four major tennis tournaments?

"It's you, who has no chance to win the Golden Slam this year." Sharapova looked at Bu Zelu seriously and said.

"Golden Slam?" Bu Zelu looked puzzled.

"It's winning four Grand Slam titles in a row, plus the Olympics," Sharapova said.

"Yes, but it would be great if I can win the Grand Slam this year, maybe I will retire directly." Bu Zelu thought happily.

"Retired, you are only 20 years old?" Sharapova said with a smile.

"Of course. Tennis is not fun. There are so many matches. There are only so many opponents. Wouldn't it bother you to always beat you?" Bu Zelu said casually. As long as he can cancel his daily training, he will definitely not play. If you want to play, you have to play some sports that he likes.

"Um, that seems to be the case." Sharapova was a little bit caught up in Bu Zelu. "You mean to retire after you get four Grand Slams?"

"Almost, I'm only 20 years old. I'm so young and can't play properly. What kind of profession can I play? At most, I'll come back and grab a wave if I don't have any money." Bu Zelu has many plans, but these plans are so far None of them can be completed, mainly due to the system's broken tasks.

"It's so easy to say, you will win the championship for sure? The first two are lucky. When someone thinks of a way to crack your tactics, it will be very difficult to enter the quarterfinals." Sharapova felt that she and Bu Zelu is not a channel.

"Haha, it's impossible, my brother's tactics are invincible, unless he can kill me!" Bu Zelu said proudly.

"Your physical strength is indeed very powerful, but you are not invincible. Didn't Nadal just play a 10-hour match with you?" Sharapova shook her head and said.

"That was me fighting against him. If I concentrated on defending, he would have been finished." Bu Zelu said confidently, "Look, next time on clay, I can kill him in less than 10 hours or 4 hours." he."

"Then what if you win the Grand Slam this year? Didn't you say you're going to retire?" Sharapova said amusedly.

"Humph, then I will be a legend. My glorious retirement will make my opponents angry." Bu Zelu laughed hahaha.

"That's right. The last person to win the Golden Slam was Graf. He did it in 88. For men, it was even longer, it happened in 69." Sharapova said with some envy.

"Isn't it, so far? Didn't Federer and Nadal do it?" Bu Zelu couldn't believe it. The man's last Golden Slam was achieved in the 60s, more than 40 years ago.

"They are just professional grand slams. If you can really win Wimbledon this year, you will become everyone's enemy and idol at the US Open in September." Sharapova said enviously.

The current tennis world is in a state of separatism, not to mention the men. The three fantasy gods have their own strengths. It is difficult for anyone to win two championships in a row. It is too much to win two championships alone, and there are other disruptors.

Women's tennis is a mess, all kinds of monsters, newcomers and old people, one is stronger than the other, Serena is already very dominant, but in the past few years, no one has won two championships in one year, and even the top four are all empty. There are times.

Chatting about messy things along the way, Bu Zelu and Sharapova arrived at the restaurant. Fortunately, Sharapova asked a friend for a reservation in advance, otherwise, if you come here directly, you may have to wait in line.

Brush your face?

No kidding, there are a lot of wealthy and well-known people in London, and sports stars like them have nothing to show off.

After having a romantic dinner, the conversation between the two started from tennis to the media, and from the media to life. With the jokes, the chat between the two became more and more ambiguous.

The next morning, when Bu Zelu woke up from a strange room, he remembered that this was a hotel. He glanced at Sharapova who was lying beside him and scratched his head.

'Fuck, I really can't end the friendly match with a practice match, I forgot about it! 'After taking a glance at Sharapova, she quickly ran to the bathroom to clean herself.

The message is flashing, this place can't stay longer, if the two people's affairs are exposed, it will be troublesome, the other party has a boyfriend, and he actually has a girlfriend.

So it was just a friendly match for ordinary exchanges. The venue was changed from the stadium to the hotel. Everyone is an adult, so there is nothing to say.

The early morning traffic in London was not congested at all. He ran to the apartment that Second Young Master Xu had lent him early to prepare for a daily training session.

The house here is no longer inhabited, and Daniel found a new villa for him and his team, but people like Xu Ershao are the masters of wandering around the world, how can they have the time to stay in London permanently? .

'It's too late, hurry up, or you'll have to listen to those old men talking again! As soon as Bu Zelu entered the door, he ran to the bedroom, and looked at Mrs. Xu who had just woken up with embarrassment.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't expect you to come back." Bu Zelu subconsciously glanced at the position on the bed in the bedroom.

"No, he went back to Xiangjiang and won't come back until your semi-finals!" After saying this, Dame Li noticed that she was wearing very inappropriate clothes.

The main reason was that she heard strange noises in the room and thought that an outsider had entered. She was the only one living here this early in the morning, so she was ready to call the police.

"Sorry, I forgot something, that, or I'll pick it up another day!" Bu Zelu was a little embarrassed. He had just finished working as a tauren, and then met such a beautiful Li in transparent silk pajamas.

"Oh, it's okay, you can go find it, I'll go to the bathroom." Li Damei let the door open, and walked quickly to the bathroom in the bedroom.

'I'm looking for a fart, I'm here to exercise! Bu Zelu just subconsciously ran to the master bedroom again, he had been sleeping here before.

(End of this chapter)