olympian big player

Chapter 432 431 - Practice Match

As Bu Zelu began to ride another motorcycle under the supervision of the staff, at the beginning of the declaration, he applied for two motorcycles with different horsepower at the suggestion of the Kawasaki staff.

Of course, there is also a mass-produced Six-Eyed Demon God. This car has not been modified at all, and it is just that Bu Zelu usually goes out for transportation these days.

After all, it is illegal for other cars to be on the road.

After getting ready, Bu Zelu rode on a four-cylinder 1000CC motorcycle and started to drive out of the maintenance area. Today's practice session is not like the previous ones, it only lasts 40 minutes.

This is also the last practice session, each group is 40 minutes, and the qualifying session will start tomorrow.

Bu Zelu found a fairly good window, began to speed up slowly, and once again emptied his mind, focused on the game, and started his first flying lap.

After half a cigarette, Bu Zelu had already started the first speeding lap of this motorcycle, and he needed to time this motorcycle too, otherwise this motorcycle would not be able to participate in tomorrow's qualifying race.

After today's run, the two cars will be put into storage and sealed, and repairs are not allowed. If you want to repair, you must apply for it. If any parts are replaced, you will also be subject to a 'penalty refund'.

This penalty is not to let you go out and stop the race, but to be at the back of the car formation during the qualifying stage.

Although the Isle of Man TT starts at intervals, your first start must have an absolutely good window.

Those who are in the back row start at intervals of 10 seconds, and can catch up with the car in front in the blink of an eye, causing unnecessary deceleration and overtaking.

As the speeding circle started timing, Bu Zelu's radio completely became silent. Just now, the crew had sent some simple information, asking him to slow down a little and pull out a window.

Ling Junjie, Li Jian and Robredo also appeared on the side of the track today, but instead of looking for Bu Zelu, they watched today's practice match from a fence.

Although it was a practice match, the exciting scenes were similar to those of a real match. Except that there was no more intense pursuit, motorcycles galloped by from time to time. The excitement was much more exciting than watching an official match.

In the official competition, in a group, six cars start at intervals at a time, which means that there are only six cars on the entire track. If you see a team every 3-4 minutes, you only watch it 6 times.

Unlike today's practice session, there are more cars running on the track than in the competition. Of course, there are restrictions. If all the drivers are allowed to go up, it will not be the Isle of Man TT, but MotoGT.

Viniya didn't know why her heart was palpitating, and she suddenly held Cha Ruoyu tightly in her arms, but Cha Ruoyu didn't realize it, she felt that her heart had just stopped for a few seconds, and Zaina rubbed her right eyelid a little irritably .

I don't know when Lao Dou suddenly stood up from the chair. At the same time, my mother also looked at Lao Dou, and the two looked at each other strangely.

"Fuck!"

Bu Zelu didn't have time to think about it at this time, he soared into the air, and rushed towards the black shadow in front of him.

The body instantly made a protective action subconsciously.

"Oh!"

"Crack! Crash!"

All the staff on the track frantically waved yellow flags, signaling all vehicles to start slowing down and no overtaking is allowed.

At this time, the aircraft camera circled half a circle and hovered urgently at the incident location in the residential area.

The motorcycle that was ignited by the raging fire had already been broken into two pieces visible to the naked eye. Not only the audience around, but also the audience in front of the TV were all nervous and speechless.

Everyone who has followed this competition knows that the camera has been chasing Bu Zelu's motorcycle moving just now. After all, Bu Zelu is quite a well-known figure in this competition.

The surrounding car fans hurried to check the situation after panicking, and the screen was urgently switched to the ground camera screen.

But the fire ignited by the motorcycle made everyone dare not approach it. Soon, several residents around rushed over with fire extinguishers and started spraying on the burning motorcycle.

"Where are the people?" When the fire was brought under control, everyone suddenly discovered a surprising thing, people gone?

Bu Ze is gone?

The motorcycle crashed into the wall of the house, and the fire blackened the entire wall, but no one was there. Everyone could clearly see that Bu Zelu came over by bicycle, but there was no one there.

"Upstairs, the second floor!" Someone shouted, and everyone remembered that Bu Zelu hit the curb first, and then flew up together with the motorcycle.

But after a burst of flames and a violent impact, the sight was blocked, and it was only when I saw the broken wooden window on the second floor that I remembered whether it had flown in.

Reality is often more outrageous than fiction. At this time, Bu Zelu sat on the sofa blankly, motionless. He also knew the noisy situation outside the window, but at this moment his whole body was weak.

Can't stand up at all.

'I overturned! '

'Yes! '

'I'm flying! '

'I should have smashed the window and flew in! '

'How am I sitting on the couch? '

'Hey, what are you looking at! Bu Zelu suddenly regained consciousness, and at this moment he looked at the black and white haired Bian Mu lying on his stomach not far in front of him, just staring at him blankly.

"Creak..." There was a sound of the wooden door, and Bu Zelu was still a little dazed when he saw the crowds of figures appearing at the door.

"Hoo~" A whistle sounded, Bian Mu stood up suddenly, and quickly ran out of the door.

A middle-aged man stepped aside, and several fat men in yellow vests walked in, and then stared blankly at Bu Zelu.

After waiting for a while, a few people in white coats came over, and were taken aback when they saw the scene inside the house, but they quickly walked in front of Bu Zelu.

"joye~joye~joye~ can you hear me?"

There was a sound in the ear again, Bu Zelu shook his head, and found that the helmet was a bit heavy, and the goggles of the helmet were quickly pushed away.

Bu Zelu blinked and looked at the figures in front of him, a flashlight circled around in front of his eyes.

"Cough, cough..." Just as I was about to scold whether the flashlight had radiation, a cough came from my throat.

Pushing the helmet around his neck with both hands, the medical staff quickly helped take Bu Zelu's helmet off after seeing this.

"Joye, don't move, do you feel uncomfortable there?" The doctor squatted beside Bu Zelu and asked.

"Huh... do you have a cigarette?" Bu Zelu let out a long breath, he just wanted to smoke a cigarette now.

"Here!" The middle-aged man holding Bianmu froze for a moment, took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and handed it to Bu Zelu.

Bu Zelu didn't care about the crowd around him, and silently took out a cigarette, but his fingers were trembling, and he couldn't take it out at all. Several cigarettes fell off his leg, and he finally helped him pick up a cigarette with one hand and put it in the mouth.

Lighting the lighter, Bu Zelu took a deep breath.

"Fuck!" Bu Zelu leaned his head back, squinting his eyes at the ceiling.

"Joye? Joye?"

"Not dead, let me sit for a while!"

"Stretcher, hurry up, go to the hospital!"

Bu Zelu was in a daze, and let the people around you carry him onto the stretcher, but he was still puffing away with a cigarette in his mouth.

I don't know when, maybe because the inspection around was too boring, I fell asleep drowsily.

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The news of Bu Zelu's TT crash on Man Island instantly appeared on the major news channels, accompanied by the scene and the scene of Bu Zelu being carried into the ambulance, everyone was shocked.

Especially for the Sun newspaper report, the official did not give a picture, because at the moment when the Buze shoes hit the roadside and then flew into the air, they were just blocked by a big tree.

But what kind of media is The Sun? It claims to have the paparazzi of the entire British Isles, and a full version of the video of the Buze shoe crash appeared on the evening news.

Looking at the 16:9 video, I know it was shot with a mobile phone, but the picture is still clear.

Bu Zelu was due to the sudden deceleration of the car in front, which led to avoidance. In addition, it was a high-speed corner and rushed straight to the side of the road. At the same time as it hit the curb, the person and car vacated directly and then separated.

Then the picture changed to a picture of a motorcycle on fire and a blackened wall.

The Sun became the biggest winner tonight. Of course, the brother who made this video became rich overnight, earning £15.

Following the report by The Sun, the media all over the world knew what had happened. Bu Zelu had a car accident. Looking at the pictures taken by the mobile phone and combined with the live broadcast of the Isle of Man TT, everyone knew that something big happened.

Bu Zelu's life and death were uncertain, and people who cared about Bu Zelu were all asking about the situation.

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Liverpool Private Hospital, which is the nearest and largest city to the Isle of Man, Bu Zelu has been transferred here urgently.

And this time, in the intensive care unit, Bu Zelu slowly opened his eyes, blinked, and twisted his neck.

Just as he was about to sit up, he realized that there were various wires connected to his body, and even an IV drip was inserted in his hand. He propped himself up on the bed and sat up slowly, staring at the empty room in a daze.

Suddenly thinking of something, Bu Zelu hurriedly tore off the IV in his hand and the test wires messily pasted on his body, and gradually groped his body with his hands to conduct a self-examination.

Standing on the ground, twisting his waist, pressing his legs, and performing a series of stretching exercises, he sat on the hospital bed again.

'really! '

Bu Zelu sighed secretly, and after a while, he was afraid that he would stare at a skill on the system interface in a daze.

(2/3 of the distant ideal town, immune to fatal damage.)
Bu Zelu clearly remembers that the first time he was running Dakar was also conducting a road test. He turned down a cliff slope with a drop of more than 20 meters, with only a little scratch in the end.

But today, this value has changed again, which is equivalent to saying that he died again, a real death, not a car accident in the space of Sleeping Arhat.

This is a real car accident.

Think back to the accident that happened today.

(The information on the Isle of Man TT is too small, coupled with raw meat on the Internet, and personal mistakes in writing, try to make the rules of the game look relatively reasonable, so the masters who really understand the Isle of Man TT should not be serious)
(The main reason is that this driver can participate in several groups of competitions at the same time, which makes the younger brother who has only seen F1 a little confused, so the details of the rules of the Isle of Man TT are integrated with F1.)

(mainly practice, qualifying and race)

(End of this chapter)