olympian big player

Chapter 160 159 - Exposure - 1
And this meeting happened to be the end of Farah's interview. Bu Zelu came to the post-match press conference. After praising the opponent in a routine way, he answered a few official answers. Farah left the stage and came to Bu Zelu's free question and answer time.

"May I ask player Bu Zelu, when did you start changing your style of play?"

Bu Zelu glanced at the other party and directly signaled to Matthew next to him, Daniel's latest strategy, he didn't have to answer the media on Bu Zelu's small notebook, and all of them were given to Matthew Sibler to answer.

Then the situation was that more than half of the media on the scene didn't have to answer questions, and it was all Matthew Sebler who used Tai Chi to play bureaucratic with these people.

The media has also learned to be smart, and I don't know who spread the news. Bu Zelu has a "small notebook" who will not accept any interview answers from this group of people, and also picked out some media reporters who can interview Bu Zelu.

Although I can't ask them myself, I can't listen to the press officer answering their questions with routines there.

"Hi Bu Zelu, I'm a reporter from XXX. Is it because of this Wimbledon match that you are changing your style of play?" the reporter asked.

"Otherwise, I really want Wimbledon to become a clay court. Are they willing?" Bu Zelu saw that this reporter also had bad things to say. Although he didn't hack him, he also reprinted other media's words.

But you can't kill all the media with one blow. Bu Zelu understands the reason for shooting one after another. Although it is said that shooting them one by one will cause accidental killing, it is absolutely no problem to shoot them one after another.

"I would like to ask Bu Zelu, some people say that you deliberately boycotted some media because they have reported your bad behavior. Is this your counterattack? Our media has the right to report freely."

"Just right, I'm going to give you a pleasure today. You, it's you, you don't need to look elsewhere. I just don't accept your questions, and I have the freedom to answer them, don't I? The reason why I let you stand here is Because of the organizer's press conference, if I am interviewed by the news media, you can just stay cool, I can tell you very clearly, I am not afraid that you will discredit me, but come up with real materials."

"I'm just at odds with Federer, I just see him upset, I just deliberately mocked Hewitt, you write whatever you want, I don't care, I admit what I did, Federer, you can beat me if you have the ability, pretend what you want, I I’m not used to his faults, he’s No. 1 in tennis, if you can’t beat me, just shut up, if you want to vent your anger, go home and vent your anger, who gave you the courage to insult your opponent casually on the court, since you dare to scold Prepare to be scolded by me."

"There is also Hewitt, right? He has the same problem with Federer. His strength is so low that his mouth stinks. This time it happens to be in the upper half. Hurry up and play hard. Pray that you can meet me in the top 8. I will give it to you." Teach me to be good!"

"As for Isner, I'm not familiar with him. He likes to break records. It's none of my business. Is there any bonus for setting records?"

"So, I can clearly tell you this bunch of shit, you don't need to add oil and vinegar, you can report what I do, and I will accept your interview in the future, and you guys will never try to ask me. Send a message."

"Besides, I'm not targeting all foreign media, just you guys, those stupid bastards standing on the right, one counts as one, Xiangjiang media, right? Just don't even try to ask me any questions."

"Learn more from the Sun newspaper, scolding me is a scolding based on facts, you guys can also be called the media, don't be ridiculous!" Bu Zelu didn't care and directly clicked on a reporter from the Sun newspaper.

This group of people is usually the vanguard of hacking him, but in contrast, this group of people at least scolded him based on seeking truth from facts.

The reporters of the Sun newspaper didn't expect that they could still accept Bu Zelu's name-calling interviews, and their backs stiffened. They used to be self-aware, and they always stood with a group of people who were boycotted by Bu Zelu Ask Bu Zelu questions in a hurry.

I didn't expect that they belonged to the wave of interviews. It was a surprise. "Excuse me, contestant Bu Zelu, do you have a girlfriend now? In addition, we went to Xiangjiang and the school you used to find some of you. Girlfriends you have dated before, but they are not interviewed, according to our general investigation, you have dated 4 girlfriends, I want to know how old was your first love. "

"You are not a good person, but your so-called four girlfriends, do you include kindergarten? Everyone blowing snot bubbles and holding hands counts as girlfriends? Can't they have a crush on me?" Bu Zelu Rolled his eyes.

"Then how many girlfriends did you seriously date before the age of 20?"

"I won't tell you, hehe! Check it out if you have the ability!" Bu Zelu said proudly.

"Is there any ex-girlfriend who wants to get back together with you?" The Sun asked again. It would be a fool not to cherish such an opportunity to gossip, and all other media are very quiet. They used to pick up black stories. The main reason is that Bu Zelu did not conduct an exclusive interview with them.

"What good things do you think? Do you think I will tell you such a personal matter to increase your sales. Note that this is a post-match interview, not a personal interview. Hurry up, if the agent didn't tell me not to do it like before. In that case, do you think I will take care of you?" Bu Zelu pointed to his wrist.There is a time limit for post-match interviews. Of course, if Bu Zelu is willing to do the interview, the organizer doesn't care. Even if you say two hours, it's just the minimum time limit.

"Next!" Matthew Sable looked at Bu Zelu with experience and ordered a relatively objective media, which was only relatively objective.

"Excuse me, player Bu Zelu, you just said that you practiced the online game specially for Wimbledon. May I ask how long you practiced it?"

"You do the math. After the French Open, I lay in the hospital for two days and then went home. After three days of recuperation, I started to run commercial activities. You don't know when I will arrive in London, so I said I practiced for less than a week. You don't believe it either, right?" Bu Zelu shrugged.

"Have you really practiced to your current level in less than a week?" The reporter didn't believe it at all.

"Look, you don't believe what I say anyway, let's ask about something meaningful, such as global warming, the Middle East war, and the US election."

"Then what do you think about these issues?" The reporter was scrambling.

"If I quit smoking, does that count as slowing down global warming? As for the rest, I sound like farting. Is anyone listening?" Bu Zelu rolled his eyes.

Afterwards, Bu Zelu simply answered a few questions and even after completing today's post-match interview, Bu Zelu released a lot of information, enough for these people to write nonsense.

Daniel looked at Bu Zelu with a dead face, and finally sighed helplessly and said nothing to greet everyone to leave.

'Is the interview over yet? ' Emma texted.

'It's just over, why haven't you come home yet? Bu Zelu replied a text message.

'I'm waiting for you, are you free? Emma, ​​who is in love, can't wait to disclose her relationship with Bu Zelu and then live with Bu Zelu.

'What car! '

Soon a group of people came to the underground parking lot of the arena. Except for the players, only some special people can park here, such as Emma who is a star.

"Hey, the car is here!" Daniel called out.

Bu Zelu pretended not to hear, playing with his phone.

"Zelu, this way!" The more Daniel shouted, the faster Bu Zelu walked.

Just two steps after catching up, he saw the door of a car open voluntarily. Daniel's eyes were very sharp, and he found Emma's classmate who was formally disguised inside.

As the car started and the window opened, Bu Zelu waved at Daniel and quickly closed the window and closed the curtains to hide.

The surroundings of the car can be locked, but the front windshield can't, and there are still a large number of paparazzi at the door, so...

Daniel and a group of staff members looked at each other in blank dismay, this, this ran away?

"Do you want to send a car to follow us?" Viniya asked.

"Forget it, let's go home first!" Daniel has already decided to hire a bodyguard, and he must hire a bodyguard for this bastard. Isn't it a death for such a person to go out.

In case something happened, the angry Daniel directly dialed Bu Zelu's number, and then he was hung up, calling, and then hung up.

'Bu Zelu, you wait for me! 'Daniel sent a voice message angrily.

'OK! '

"Ahhhh, I'm so mad!" Daniel beat the air on the spot, took a deep breath, tightened his tie, pulled up his suit, and got in the car.

It's not worth getting angry with people like Bu Zelu. He'll be so angry that he won't be able to live happily for the rest of his life. The money he made will not be spent. And the most important thing is that he still has to wipe Bu Zelu's butt with a group of people. Just after the game What kind of bullshit did Bu Zelu say during the interview?

It's fine to scold the media, but to openly disagree with Federer and Hewitt. It's good for everyone in the circle to know about this kind of thing in private, but it's not good to say it out.

On the other side, Bu Zelu and Emma, ​​who finally left the arena smoothly, were sitting in the back row of the car hugging each other and gnawing on each other.

"Miss me!"

"Think about it!"

"Where do you think!"

"Anywhere!"

"When did you think about it!"

"Think about it all the time!"

"Love you!"

"Love you!"

The driver driving in front rolled his eyes, he was about to vomit this wave of dog food.

When I came to Emma's apartment, Bu Zelu wanted to get something done, but Emma was still very calm. She dragged him to learn to cook and set the table. After a whole afternoon of tossing around, he made a candlelight dinner , and finally let him go with just a French kiss.

'NND, I'll take a rest tomorrow, okay? 'I was so angry that I turned over my phone and thought about it. Sharapova will definitely not be able to play a friendly match tomorrow, but she seems to be in London now.

It seems that it is not too far from the old house...

(End of this chapter)