olympian big player

353 Chapter 352 - True Zero Seal

'Asshole, you gave that rookie a few points yesterday, can't you give me a point? '

'Even if I take two beats. '

'Yes, at least two beats are required, it doesn't matter whether you score or not, at least one round of beat match should be done. '

15-0，30-0，40-0。

Bu Zelu looked at Lu Yanxun, who had turned from anger to pleading, and felt a little unbearable to be honest, and suddenly remembered the mission.

After reading it carefully, he finally discovered something.

That's right, what the opponent wants is to hit two shots, not to let him score. It's still okay to hit each other for a pair of shots.

Thinking of Bu Zelu here, he didn't forcibly return the serve to score, anyway, it was the last ball, so he played a few shots with the opponent, at least to save some face.

Lu Yanxun kicked off again, this ball already had the intention of begging for mercy, even a free ball, just hoping that Bu Zelu would not be too ruthless.

Yes, he had already handed over the initiative, and now he could only hope for the mercy of his opponent.

Bu Zelu immediately understood what was going on. In fact, the last goal was almost the same, but he played smoothly and scored directly.

Returning the ball again, Bu Zelu was not too ruthless, but also played a practice ball.

'I CNLL! 'Just after returning the ball across the net, Bu Zelu panicked instantly, the bastard Lu Yanxun volleyed from the net, and it was still a volley.

It's okay to take two shots, but scoring too much is too much.

"OUT! 45-0"

Bu Zelu touched the sweat on his forehead with a guilty conscience, just now he could only go online in desperation, trying to block most of the attack lines.

"Hawkeye!" Lu Yanxun hurriedly pointed to the sky, indicating that he must get one point to apply for Hawkeye.

In fact, there was no need for it anymore. At least it took a shot, but the referee also called Hawkeye directly.

"The challenge failed, 45-0." The referee Mode announced again emotionally.

Indeed, Bu Zelu was nervously watching the replay on the big screen, and it was indeed out of bounds. In fact, this is not surprising, as his running position has blocked most of the area.

The direction that can be hit is the backcourt lob, but who knows that Lu Yanxun does not hit, but volleys.

Who is to blame.

(3) Buze shoes 6 6 6
(0) Lu Yanxun 0 0 0
The last display on the scoreboard, while Bu Zelu looked at the timing board, 00:45:15
The three sets lasted a total of 45 minutes, which also included inning breaks for the two players, swapping venues, set breaks, and the like.

It was even faster than yesterday's game.

At the moment when the match ended, Lu Yanxun didn't even shake hands after the match, and left quickly with his tennis bag in hand.

Bu Zelu shrugged his shoulders, he understood Lu Yanxun's approach, but the key is to advance to the next round while completing the task.

Finally reached the main match and became the top 32.

The audience at the scene had already started cheering Bu Zelu's name, which was a serious Mandarin, not an English name.

If you win, you win, and Bu Zelu didn't hesitate. He played a few tennis balls around the court as a reward to the fans. Try to pick some lucky ones.

He knows that some of the equipment on his body can be sold online for a lot of money, no matter whether these people collect it or resell it.

Even Bu Zelu thoughtfully threw the equipment on the table and signed it on the spot.

"Racket, the racket is not good. They gave me these over there. For the next game, I will turn around and ask them to send me a batch of spare rackets." Bu Zelu listened to a bunch of fans calling for the rackets to shake quickly shook his head.

He really doesn't have a spare racket anymore, to be precise, this year's spare new racket. Although he can continue to use last year's racket, he has no money to use the sponsorship fee for this racket when playing games.

There is a new racket bonus for playing a new racket, and the old racket is the price of last year.

No matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

Seeing some crazy fans, Bu Zelu quickly ran to the players' tunnel with his tennis bag and the only three rackets left.

In the mixed interview area, Bu Zelu didn't want to stay at first. This is a promotion competition, and there are no hard and fast rules for interviews.

However, in order to direct public opinion to focus on his sexy news, it stopped.

"...joye, wouldn't it be too much for you to block your compatriots today?"

The first question was so sharp that it stopped Buzelu. It couldn't be said to be a temporary task for the system.

"You can't let me give up the ball, do you mean to let me play a fake match?" Bu Zelu rolled his eyes and spread his hands.

"This is not match-fixing, but..."

"But what? He looks handsome, but unfortunately he opened his mouth." Bu Zelu directly turned to face the others, "Don't talk if you can't speak. You're still a reporter. Have you graduated yet?"

"A game is a game. I really don't know that it is better to improve my skills than to expect the opponent to let go of the water on the field."

"This is the Australian Open of the four major open tournaments. It's not an ordinary commercial competition. If I let go, will someone let me go? Why don't you ask your opponent in the next round, can you give me a few points?"

"Joye, it will be your 21st birthday in two days. I wish you a happy birthday in advance. Is the opponent with zero seals the birthday present you gave yourself?" A reporter asked quickly with a good mind.

"Uh... Birthday? What's the date today?" Bu Zelu was taken aback, but he really didn't realize it.

When he was at home, his elder sister helped him take care of it. Last year, because of the game, everyone, including himself, forgot.

"On the 18th, according to the registration information, your birthday is on the 20th, isn't it?" The reporter suddenly became excited. Could it be that Bu Zelu falsely reported his age?

Bu Zelu counted on his fingers and it turned out to be "Oh no, I'm going to be 21 soon. Hey, it's my birthday. Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's definitely going to happen. Let's not talk about it. I'll call quickly and see who is available. can come."

The reporter was stunned and found that Bu Zelu had quickly entered the player channel under the cover of security at the scene.

The news of the team's smooth success and clean sweep of opponents flooded the Internet in an instant. Some people at work who didn't watch the live broadcast knew this to a greater or lesser extent.

After careful questioning, I realized that this zero seal was really a zero seal. The opponent didn't even win a goal, and the most important thing was that the opponent didn't hit the third shot.

As for the last goal, everyone ignored it. Bu Zelu was really terrifying. Who can stop such a combat power?

More people combined with the match between Bu Zelu and Tim yesterday, which was also very brutal, but compared to today, it is still a little bit more humane.

But at this time, Bu Zelu had almost run back to the rest room, without even taking a shower, he put on some clothes and beckoned everyone to retreat quickly.

"Zayina, my birthday is coming soon, do you know that!" Bu Zelu asked angrily, knowing that when these girls celebrated their birthdays last year, he had a separate birthday date.

Even some acquaintances, even people like Nadal, Bu Zelu arranged for a team of assistants to mail a gift to others on a regular basis.

"I know, there will be a game the day after tomorrow, we are all ready, simply have a meal at home, and celebrate when you finish the Australian Open." Zaina said naturally.

"Are you kidding? My birthday is going to be on the same day. By the way, hurry up and call my family to see if they are free. No, I must call my mother."

"The child's birthday is my mother's day of misery. You have no conscience. Your family called you on your own initiative for your birthday last year." Bu Zelu curled his lips and said.

"Yes, yes, filial son, let's do it! That's fine, I will go home for my birthday this year, so you can stay by yourself, hum!" Zaina twisted her body angrily and said unconvinced.

"Matthew, forget it, give me the phone. I'll call now." Bu Zelu thought about it and called his family.

The call was connected quickly.

After all, the family is also watching the live broadcast. Although they can't see the interview after the game, they can watch Bu Zelu's game well.

That is to say, there is no broadcast of Dakar in China this year, or the family will guarantee to watch the game carefully.

"Hey, mom, my birthday is two days away, do you know?" Bu Zelu complained, NND, if the reporter hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten about it.

"How old are you? It's still your birthday. Why do you want me to give you a birthday present? Get the hell out!" Mom said domineeringly.

"No, I want to invite you all over here. Let's have a dinner together after the game. Am I your own? I suspect that I was picked up from a garbage dump." Bu Zelu was extremely wronged.

"I'm busy, get out, live by yourself, I'll send you a red envelope when you return home after the game, that's it, old step, old step, an egg tart..."

With a rush of busy sounds, Bu Zelu looked at the people around him somewhat embarrassed, his mother's voice could be heard even without hands-free.

Fortunately, it's Cantonese, and this group of people can't understand it, including Zayina. This girl's Cantonese ability is limited to songs, which are very classic songs.

"Ahem, I'm going to hold a birthday party, um, that's it!" Bu Zelu glared fiercely at the giggling Zaina and started editing messages on her phone.

NND, what's the matter with the game day, it's fine after the game, and the next day is just a day off, so you can invite a lot of friends to play.

Not to mention, a group text message went out, and then picked up the phone and called Young Master Lin.

"Little JJ! It's dry!" Bu Zelu said proudly in Mandarin.

"Close it if you can't speak, do you know that it is easy to cause harmony!" Lin Gougou opened his mouth and spoke English, which was the language for the next communication.

"Look, it's you who went to another place by yourself, so what, buddy's birthday is on the 20th, are you embarrassed?" Bu Zelu's tone sounded like a fight.

"Fuck off, I have no money! You earn more than me a year, are you embarrassed? I'll give you a Warcraft monthly card, okay!" Lin Gougou said happily.

"Yueka, are you sorry? After all, it's also Jika!" Bu Zelu was unhappy.

"Hurry up, what's the matter, I'm busy, do you know that watching your game delayed a meal..."

(End of this chapter)