olympian big player

527 Chapter 527 - Crazy Party
Offensive and defensive transition, Bu Zelu's serve.

Facing the continuous drizzle, Bu Zelu served steadily and steadily. He didn't hit any violent serve. His serve was very extreme.

They all bounced after pressing the bottom line. The rain and light wind can easily cause deviations and go out of bounds, so let's play honestly.

Return the serve to the net again.

0-15，15-15，15-30，15-40，30-40，30-45。

2: 5!

Bu Zelu came to his championship point. After the end of the round, all the audience stood up and applauded Bu Zelu.

Even Nadal's fans are applauding Bu Zelu, because everyone is witnessing a legend at this time.

In the next round, Bu Zelu will be crowned the king.

Nadal is also free and easy, not wasting any time, or applying for a timeout or something, he knows very well that the general trend is over.

With such a score and such a situation, even if the game is suspended, he will not be able to beat the man on the opposite side tomorrow.

The game continues.

Nadal serves.

"Boom!" There was a layer of water mist on the racket.

"Touch!" The violent impact of the racket and the tennis ball caused water mist to form water droplets and scattered.

"Tread!" When the sneakers touched the ground, water splashed again.

"Squeak..." The sneakers slid across the bottom line, and a ripple gradually spread out.

Bu Zelu wiped the bangs on his forehead recently, and stroked them to the back of his head as soon as he touched the water. His hair has grown longer recently.

"0-15!"

Nadal hooked his hair behind his ears, heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat and rain from his face, took out a tennis ball from his pocket again, and walked to the corner of the baseline.

"Oh!"

"bang~"

"0-30"

Bu Zelu dropped the water drops on his racket and let out a sigh of relief, "Two more goals!" '

'Is there two more goals? ' Nadal took a deep breath and was ready to serve again.

Bu Zelu's attention was very concentrated at this time, and the rain became a little bit heavier. I'm afraid we can't have BBQ in the small garden tonight.

But it’s not that you can’t grill on the porch, it just lacks a bit of flavor.

"┗|｀O'|┛嗤~~" The cheers of the audience directly overwhelmed the voice of the referee.

Bu Zelu turned his head to look at the scoreboard, 0-40.

Champion points!
Only one goal away from winning the championship!
Nadal shook his head. It was the last round. This bastard didn't want to show any face at all. At least he played a few matchups. Every ball was a serve and scored.

Do you want to lose face as the king of clay?
As for the Big Four, you are the only one.

No matter how much Nadal complained in his heart, as the scene was completely unable to calm down, he still signaled the referee to prepare to serve.

The U.S. Open is like this. For the group of professional commentators in Europe, nouveau riche like the U.S. has no background and gentleman spirit.

Unlike Wimbledon and French Open, even if it is the last ball of the final, when the players are about to kick off, everyone will keep quiet.

This is the biggest audience for the players and games.

But who gave the US Open the nickname of 'vegetable market'?

Maybe it was the last ball. Bu Zelu looked at the buddy standing opposite and grinned. After the last ball was sent, Bu Zelu still saved some face for Nadal.

Obviously he could win the championship in an instant, but he still played against Nadal.

This may be his last battle, so let's play the last ball for a while.

Bottom line back and forth!
The audience who were still cheering slowly fell silent. With the close-up of the camera, everyone noticed that Bu Zelu was smiling.

Smiling very happily, it seems that every shot is very happy.

Bu Zelu was enjoying the game and the last ball.

The close-up of Nadal on the same big screen was also put on the big screen, and Nadal was also smiling, very happy.

At this time, the two of them didn't seem to be playing the US Open final, but a practice match at a certain court, without the slightest pressure.

The speed of the ball is not high, but the water splashed by each ball is so amazing.

The water splash from the racket recoil!
A cloud of water mist left in the air by the reaction force of the tennis ball.

The sneakers trampled on the waves of stagnant water.

A ball of water from a tennis ball falling to the ground.

All of this is like a match in a dream, the two of them have no final desire to win, and completely enjoy the joy of matchmaking.

"Squeak..." Maybe it was because of too much water, Nadal didn't stop and missed the tennis ball directly.

Before the referee called out the final score, all the audience at the scene applauded unanimously, and gradually accompanied by the whistle, everyone looked at the picture standing on the court with their eyes closed and their heads up.

'Are you happy playing tennis? '

'It's too soon to chat with Miss Sister! '

'Haha, sure enough, my buddy still likes Miss Sister! '

The corners of his mouth curled up, and Bu Zelu opened his eyes again after asking and answering himself, and looked around the stadium, especially the row of revealingly dressed fans, who blew a kiss over there angrily!
Viniya clapped her hands and shook her head lightly. She was too lazy to watch the footsteps on the field, but focused on the scoreboard.

(0) Nadal 2 2 2
(3) Buze shoes 6 6 6
After confirming that it was correct, Viniya finally felt relieved, stepping forward, her boss really won the championship, completing the first three consecutive annual Grand Slam championships in the history of tennis.

Especially this year is the 'Golden Slam'.

"This bastard is really good~" Viniya looked at the field again.

Bu Zelu walked towards the net and was very happy to see Nadal approaching with a grin.

Nadal rolled his eyes, but walked on anyway.

Needless to say, the two had a big hug.

There was no comfort or congratulations. After shaking hands with the referee, the two men returned to their respective rest areas to wait for the next award ceremony.

Bu Zelu stretched fiercely, even forgetting that he usually started giving equipment to the fans at this meeting.

Instead, he looked at the system interface.

'Mission: Three consecutive championships (winning the annual Grand Slam for three consecutive years)'

'Mission: Golden Slam (Win four Open Championships and Olympic Championships in one year)'

'Mission: Get an Olympic Gold Medal' Gold

'Mission: Win US Open title' gold

These four tasks are followed by an announcement showing 'Completed'.

After three years of hard work, I finally made it through. I no longer give extra tasks. For the first time, Bu Zelu emptied the task bar. Such a clean and refreshing task bar is very refreshing.

Then he looked into the system luggage, where the 'upgrade card' after winning Wimbledon was still there alone.

In the past three years, he has also figured out the rules of the system. The final champions of the four major Opens this year, the Australian Open and the French Open, all gave him a "relegation card".

It is basically the same as in previous years, with two relegation cards and two promotion cards in four games.

'This US Open is probably also an upgrade card! Bu Zelu couldn't laugh or cry, he has completely completed the main task.

But the system still hasn't been downgraded to 0 every day.

'When will this be a head, how many more years will it be? Bu Zelu shook his head or don't think so much.

He is a mere mortal, so why guess the high-latitude machine of the system, what if the US Open also gives him a downgrade card?
Isn't it just a regular exercise every week? I'm afraid there is no system task now, and he is used to such a biological clock.

Accompanied by the shout of "Bu Ze Lu" at the scene, he wiped the rainwater off his face, grinned and began to take out the rackets from the bag and began to sign.

After completing the bilingual signature + date, Bu Zelu came to the sidelines with a lot of equipment...

At the award ceremony, Bu Zelu and Nadal stood in the middle of the court easily this time, waiting for the organizer to hold a microphone and talk there.

"What's the next plan?" Nadal accepted the defeat very easily today, chatting with Bu Zelu.

"It's a party, come here at night, I won't call you." Bu Zelu said naturally.

"You really... Forget it, let's talk tonight!" Nadal said dumbfounded.

"Why, I must be chatting with my young lady at night, what are I talking about with you!" Bu Zelu rolled his eyes, "Let me tell you, I have a buddy who is bleeding a lot today, and paid for an angel from Victoria's Secret to come over." Oh, don't say I won't give you a chance."

"Forget it, forget it, you bastard, hey!" Nadal shook his head, "I don't want to talk to you!"

Bu Zelu shrugged his shoulders. He understood that Nadal wanted to ask him about the next game, but he didn't know it himself. How should I say it.

Seeing this guy standing on the podium with a moderate interest and holding up the runner-up award plate, he gave him a friendly applause.

champion!

The moment Bu Zelu lifted the US Open trophy, the audience cheered with pride!
Acceptance speech……

Bu Zelu naturally took out a small piece of paper from his pocket, listening to the boos at the scene without any self-consciousness.

After a series of testimonials in standard English, Bu Zelu cleared his throat again.

"Ahem, cough, buddy won again today!" A fairly standard Shaanxi dialect came from the microphone, and the audience from China immediately cheered.

"Three consecutive championships, I will ask you whether you will pass the approval!"

"Flow batch!"

Bu Zelu was also amused when he heard that everything he brought at the scene had changed into Shaanxi dialect.

"I'm very happy today, very very happy, because my brother didn't let everyone down, didn't embarrass everyone, didn't let everyone buy a ticket for nothing, um, is he handsome today!"

"handsome!"

"Necessary~" With a bad accent, the audience burst into laughter again.

Northeast dialect is easy to learn.

"Let's go! Go back to the house and have a party. All the audience who came to the scene today, come here with the tickets, and invite everyone to drink! As long as you can find a place, it is only for our own people!" Bu Zelu spoke Shaanxi dialect again Holding the microphone, he said with a smile on his face.

"┗|｀O′|┛哦~~!"

Bu Zelu's words once again ignited the audience.

Some of the translators hired on the spot were all in a state of ignorance. Being able to translate Putonghua is considered a genius. Isn’t it a joke to translate Bu Zelu’s Shaanxi dialect.

After holding the trophy, Bu Zelu cooperated with the organizer to complete some photo requirements on the scene, and then took a shower. There was no post-match interview today.

Of course, if the players go, the media will definitely be happy, but Bu Zelu is too lazy to go, he has to go home and prepare.

After all, there was a wave of bragging just now, so Daniel needs to coordinate it quickly, such as drinks and food, all of which need to be replenished again.

What if thousands of compatriots really came over, wouldn't he want to hold a concert? Thinking of this, Bu Zelu felt that it was not impossible.

Anyway, Ling Junjie, Li Jian, Jay Chou and the others are all there, so the lawn of that big manor can't be opened.

(End of this chapter)