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Chapter 382 Chapter 381 - The Road to Defending the Title - 7
During the medical suspension just now, the referee hurriedly communicated with the organizer of the Tennis Association. He couldn't judge that Bu Zelu was "unable to continue the game" now, and he was also waiting.

The organizers did not dare to make this decision lightly.

At least until this game is over.

But now it seems that Bu Zelu's condition is already very poor. Just looking at the speed of the ball, it can be seen that Bu Zelu can still maintain a serve speed of 245/KM since the beginning of the injury, and it is decreasing every game.

The two goals just now have dropped to 200/km, and Djokovic only needs to pay attention to the curved ball after the landing point bounces.

'What a trouble! Bu Zelu frowned, he also found the problem, but now his legs can't work together.

After readjusting, Bu Zelu started to do these stretching exercises. Yes, he pressed his legs at this time, and then jumped on the spot with his feet.

When they saw this scene at the scene, they became noisy again.

"Huh..." Bu Zelu took a deep breath.

Can't dawdle anymore, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Throw the ball, swing the racket.

The next moment, Bu Zelu not only did not stop, but directly rushed to the frontcourt.

Internet volley.

"ACE, 30-15"

MGP, Bu Zelu rushed halfway, and quickly jumped on one leg to slow down. He was ready to be counterattacked by Djokovic again.

'244! Bu Zelu glanced at the numbers on the speedometer at the scene.

Serve again.

Take off, land, run forward.

Djokovic has adapted to Bu Zelu's current ACE ball. To be precise, he only needs to defend against this one. It is nothing more than an inner corner or an outer corner.

Return the ball!

He has already seen Bu Zelu serve the net, and he admires Bu Zelu's approach, but now he has nothing to say, only by winning this game will he know what the result will be.

After rushing halfway through Bu Zelu, he quickly retreated. Djokovic's serve was followed by a lob in the backcourt, just to limit his surfing.

After catching the ball again, Bu Zelu hit back again.

The scene suddenly became stalemate, Bu Zelu and Djokovic hit the bottom line.

'No, you can't fight like this!So stupid. 'After seeing Djokovic's return, he gave up immediately.

"40-15!" the referee shouted again.

'Hey, forgot this guy already won 2 goals! Bu Zelu was taken aback when he heard the score, grinned and sucked in air, and slowly bounced back to the bottom line again.

The change at this moment made the following situation suddenly tactful, but even if Djokovic broke, the two of them were just going to play a long game.

Bu Zelu can still hold on, but...

"Aces, 40-30!"

As the big screen directly gave a close-up of the ball speedometer "249.3/KM"

People who are familiar with this figure immediately thought of the only exception on the ball speed list, Roddick's fastest ball speed is 249.2KM.

But that's the US Open, and the Australian Open is actually slower than the US Open.

"ACE, 40-40!" If the audience who just watched the game couldn't see the flaws in Bu Ze's movements at all, even at this time Bu Ze's shoes landed as usual.

Standing on both legs without any swaying.

"ACE, AD!"

Bu Zelu scored a goal again, but when the two scored the same, he had to win an extra goal.

From the moment Bu Zelu was injured and fell to the ground, the audience did not sit down from the beginning to the end, and now it is the last ball.

If Bu Zelu can score this goal again, then he will defend the Australian Open champion, and everyone is very nervous.

Even Djokovic's diehard fans find it difficult to slander Bu Zelu at this time.

Bend your knees, throw the ball, jump, and swing!
"Bang!"

Landing, stepping on the ground, stepping on small steps and pressing directly to the front court.

Serve to the net, he must force and limit Djokovic's return.

"ACE, 40-45!"

Seeing that Djokovic didn't catch the ball, Bu Zelu felt relieved, as if he was rushing forward.But can he slow down with one leg?

While staggering, the more I tried to control it, the more I couldn't control it.

As Bu Zelu plunged headlong into the China Open, the audience at the scene exclaimed.

But as Bu Zelu lay on the ground and waved his fists, he cheered and roared again.

Bu Zelu didn't bother to pay attention to the net next to him, and just lay down on the ground. He really couldn't stand up. The severe pain in his left leg made him pound the floor uncontrollably.

Djokovic was very helpless, but seeing Bu Zelu's situation at this time, he wanted to go over and drag him up, but as several figures rushed into the field, he slowed down, but he still walked over.

"How, how!" Zaina asked nervously.

"It hurts! Don't move, don't move, it hurts, it hurts!" Bu Zelu didn't know what to do with his hands, covering his head for a while, covering his face for a while, clenching his fists and didn't know what to do, and dared not touch legs.

A circle of medical teams hurriedly began to spray Bu Zelu with therapeutic mist, tossing for a while.

Only then did he stand up with Bu Zelu on his back, and returned to the rest chair.

The game was over, Bu Zelu won the third set 4-6, successfully defended the title with a total score of 0-3, and won the Australian Open championship.

At this time, with the spotlights and ribbons spraying out, the award platform began to be arranged, but the big screen was only staring at Bu Zelu, who was still undergoing medical treatment.

This is an internal injury, not an external injury. No one knows what is going on now, and even a few staff members of the organizer are in a hurry standing behind the rest chair.

They really wanted Bu Zelu to conduct the final award ceremony, but at this time the stretchers had already arrived, right next to them, and even an ambulance was ready in the parking lot.

And there are also staff in the player channel to communicate with Daniel's team.

"Oh, I won! NND, I'm exhausted!" After removing the bandage, Bu Zelu looked at the score on the big screen.

"Hurry up, pay the unit price, and we're going to the hospital now!" Zaina said hastily.

"It seems silly, I haven't won the trophy yet, wait a minute, nothing will happen if I don't move!" Bu Zelu rolled his eyes.

"You're stupid, a broken trophy..." Zaina said halfway, but was patted by Bu Zelu, and she pouted reluctantly before she stopped.

The award ceremony was arranged very quickly, and the game was over. Bu Zelu asked the medical team to wait beside him, and Djokovic also came over, holding Bu Zelu and jumping all the way to the middle of the court to wait for the award.

"How is it? Is it serious?" Since the Djokovic match had already been lost, he had nothing to say. He couldn't react to the speed of Bu Zelu's serve.

Even if it's just left and right judgments, he can only rely on guesswork.

"Who knows, it's better not to tear the ligament, otherwise it will be easier for you!" Bu Zelu said with a shrug.

"What do you mean? I lost, so what's the bargain?" Djokovic asked curiously.

"French Open, without me, you won the championship casually." Bu Zelu laughed.

"Ha, if you don't participate in the French Open, the Open will lose a lot of economics." Djokovic said with a smile.

This is Djokovic. He is very polite to everyone, but being polite also means that he cannot make friends. If it were Nadal standing here at this time, he would have been very happy.

Hearing that Bu Zelu would not participate in the French Open, he might be so happy that his nose bubbled out, and he said in a big way that he would definitely bring the Champions Cup to the ward to see him.

Djokovic's acceptance speech was like that, admiration for Bu Zelu, regret for himself, and hard work in the next game.

With the help of the staff, they stood on the podium. At this time, the organizer began to hand over the Champions Cup.

Bu Ze stepped on his feet, raised his hands directly above his head, and faced the cheers and ribbons at the scene, and showed it to the audience.

The Norman Brooks Challenge Cup, the Australian Open trophy.

Then with one hand in his arms, he ended up with the microphone handed over by the staff.

"Alas……"

The relaxed sound made the audience laugh and clap their hands again.

"Hey, this game is almost about to retire!" The audience immediately burst into laughter.

"Don't worry, my leg is injured, but my hand is still fine, um, don't worry, I can't drop it!" Bu Zelu looked nervous at the staff next to him.

The audience laughed again. Now on the big screen, a staff member could be seen walking in front of Bu Ze, ready to catch the trophy at any time.

"First of all, I want to thank Mr. Djokovic. It was him standing on the opposite side of the court who allowed me to continue playing, because I didn't want to miss playing with such a great opponent, and I didn't want to use another way to let me The most anticipated game turned into a regret.”

"Secondly, I would also like to thank the referee on the scene. Fortunately, he did not think that I could not continue the game and gave me a chance!"

Bu Zelu's jumpy answer made the audience burst into laughter again.

"at last……"

As he walked, he began to read the acceptance speech Matthew wrote to him.

At the end of the English part, Bu Zelu's voice changed, and the standard Shaanxi dialect came out again, "Hey, guys, friends at the scene, audience in front of the TV!"

"Oh oh oh oh!" Especially the Chinese who came to support Bu Zelu at the scene became excited all of a sudden. Although they don't speak Mandarin, they can still understand the northern languages.

"Win again! Well, brother, you didn't embarrass the guys!"

"Is it bullish?" After Bu Zelu finished speaking, he suddenly raised the microphone and pointed at the stands.

"Bull!" The audience roared at the top of their lungs.In foreign countries, who else can be like Bu Zelu, this is Bu Zelu, only he can be so unique.

"Um, champion!"

"Champion! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"

This time, the Chinese on the scene became even more excited, and they all roared angrily.

Bu Zelu once again raised the championship cup and shook it above his head and began to show!
Even though he was bouncing with one leg, Bu Zelu still insisted on holding the trophy and circled the side of the court, letting the fans, whether they liked him or not, take a closer look.

Especially when he was under the stage of his group of female fans, Bu Zelu hurriedly called the staff to bring his tennis bag.

When it comes to what is said, competition equipment still needs to be given away.

After signing quickly, Bu Zelu went to take pictures with Djokovic during the game time, as well as some photo activities of the organizers.

As Bu Zelu lay on a stretcher and was carried out of the stadium by medical staff, the scene once again burst into long applause.

(End of this chapter)