olympian big player

567 Chapter 567 - Go to Bahrain
"Joye, this time your starting time is about 0.2 seconds again, which is really surprising." The host didn't move but still asked the next question.

"Ask me why I started the car so fast today! Hey... This question, it's not for me to praise myself, I can't help it, then my nerves react quickly!" Bu Zelu once again used his standard Shaanxi Version of Mandarin said.

The host took the microphone and looked at Bu Zelu, who was waving at the scene, and was speechless, "joye, congratulations on your second consecutive championship, your performance in the rain battle is really amazing, you have been leading from the first lap, I noticed , you are singing in TR, is this game too easy?"

"Ask me singing in TR, uh... You probably didn't hear it at the scene, you can't blame me, the safety car is too slow, and it took so many laps, I'm so boring! Don't find something for yourself Do it, I'm afraid I'll fall asleep."

The host felt uncomfortable. Every time Bu Zelu finished the translation, he did not use English to translate with the broadcaster. You must know that the FIA ​​broadcast signal has many countries.

At this moment, I can only bite the bullet and ask the last question, "joye, the next stop is Bahrain, which is a dry and high-temperature track. So far you have been running in the rain, are you confident?"

"Ask me that Bahrain station is a high-temperature and dry stage, what should I do, what can I do, I am not a magician, besides, who said that it does not rain in the Middle East, in case it rains, I am not worried even if the road is dry Ah, I also entered the third stage of qualifying."

The interview was over, and the host had no choice. Bu Zelu was really uncooperative. He didn't answer any of the questions he asked, and he didn't understand Chinese.

Wirth, Alonso and Bayer all left, but this time, Bu Zelu stood on the podium with the trophy and continued to wave the trophy.

Today's scene was really spectacular and exciting, and at the next moment, the national anthem was sung again, Bu Zelu was also shaking the trophy on the stage, and there was another chorus.

"call……"

After taking a shower in the maintenance room, Bu Zelu started cheering and celebrating with the staff in the maintenance room.

No one thought that Bu Zelu was so strong that he won two championships in a row. It was simply a championship harvester.

In addition, most of the staff knew that Bu Zelu forced his car into a 'rain battle' debugging, which was simply too surprising.

Bu Zelu's ability to feel the weather has been widely circulated by everyone. Fortunately, Bu Zelu's ability is closer to reality.

It is not too surprising that the old fishermen can feel the prelude of the "storm" at sea, and Bu Zelu's explanation is also very good. He grew up in the Xiangjiang Fishing Port Market since he was a child.

But it still surprised everyone.

After Bu Zelu took another champion photo with Uncle Yu, he started to pack up the equipment with the team. Finally, after a big photo outside the maintenance room, he went to the city to attend the party.

Even though it was the protagonist's Bu Zelu tonight, he left early after only half of the show, greeted a large number of friends, went directly to the airport, and flew to the capital in a private jet.

That night, a group of people were directly arranged to live at home. As for Viniya and the others, they went directly to Uncle Yu's house to make up for the work.

After Bu Zelu took a group of friends to play in the capital for three days, he set off for Bahrain to gather.

On April 4, Bu Zelu arrived in Bahrain with a group of riders, and Bu Zelu yelled a mistake after landing.

He should come here early and drive a lap of the track, and then record it in Sleeping Arhat, but now he is in trouble, drinking and having fun all day in the capital, and suddenly forgot.

What to do now?

'Forget it, if you don't be lazy for 1000 hours, you can still be familiar with the track enough. Bu Zelu got into the car that Mercedes came to pick him up.

At this moment, there was an astonishing scene at the airport. A lot of racing cars came out of the parking lot, and they all drove their own brand cars.

Especially Buzelu, this guy drove a convertible version of the SLS AMG, yes, it is the same model as the F1 safety car.

In the past two days, Bu Zelu also knew that TR was announced by Mercedes himself, and Bu Zelu complained that his safety car was too slow.

This time, I arranged for a car of the same model to pick up the airport, and it was a convertible version, and it was also the racing car that Bu Zelu would use for the next driver parade.

Originally, Bu Zelu took over, but after seeing Bu Zelu, he could drive it himself. He has an international driver's license.

This will directly drive Xu Ershao out of the airport with the other cars in the convoy.

Yes, Xu Ershao is here, how could he be missing from such a showy affair, especially in the first three races, Bu Zelu invited a friend to the guest area of ​​the maintenance station to watch the battle every time.

It didn't take long for Xu Ershao to call and take the initiative to come here to play. The private jet from Shanghai to Beijing, and the private jet from Beijing to Bahrain belonged to Xu Ershao's family.

It's a pity that Mrs. Li didn't come this time, but she will only stay here for three days, so she has to hurry up and see her again when she has a chance.

The two of them seldom talked on the road. This convertible car is really a bit of nonsense. This is the Middle East, surrounded by sand, so they can only drive slowly, which can be regarded as a stroll.

When he came to the hotel where he stayed, Bu Zelu didn't care about Xu Ershao. Does such a rich man need him to worry?

It's not his first time coming to the Middle East. I'm afraid that when Xu Ershao came to the Middle East and was happy, he was still working as a cashier in the tea restaurant at home.

The journey was not too tiring, but Bu Zelu had a rest all morning, and went to the track paddock to join the team in the afternoon.

Bu Zelu used to be here in the Middle East. He also formed a mixed doubles with Sharapova and played commercial competitions.

However, the team still asked someone to tell him about various local customs and habits.

"Is it appropriate to use prop cards in this place..." Bu Zelu looked at the team debugging the car, and sat aside hesitantly.

'Fuck, I'm giving welfare to the local area, okay? Anyway, Bahrain is also by the sea, and it's not true that it won't rain forever. Besides, who knows that there will be rain in that cloud. '

'Brother, this is a great contribution to the local area. '

In the evening, Bu Zelu returned to the hotel with some team members.

"Is this just rose water?" Bu Zelu returned to the hotel and asked Xiaocha.

"It's quite delicious!" Xiaocha had never been here when he was in school, but it's different now. He followed Bu Zelu all the way and became his personal secretary and treasurer.

"Is it delicious? Then buy some and post it home." Bu Zelu also opened a drink and said, taking a sip.

"No need, I don't think I'll have much time to go home this year, let's wait until later!" Xiaocha thought for a while and said.

"Ah, Brother Joye, don't mess around, this is Bahrain!" Xiaocha suddenly screamed and broke free from Bu Zelu's arms.

"What's the matter, it's like these people don't have children, but they can't be in public, we're in a hotel, come and let me hug you, I haven't hugged you for two days!" Bu Zelu laughed happily He rushed over and grabbed Xiaocha into his arms.

"No, no, really no, I will be arrested!"

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The next day, Bu Zelu went to the team again. This time, all the female employees in the team were in the office of the paddock, trying not to appear in the camera.

At 10:00 in the morning, Bu Zelu started to get familiar with the track for the first time. This time he was really familiar with it. He did not prepare much this time, that is, he spent a lot of time on the computer simulator.

So he drove the racing car out immediately, but his speed was relatively slow, but he had to try his best to adapt to the track.

For an hour and a half, Bu Zelu didn't enter the maintenance area much, but told the team that he wanted to run more and get familiar with the track.

After the practice session in the morning, Bu Zelu didn't run around, but continued to familiarize himself with the track on the team's simulator after eating.

"joye, will it rain these two days?" an engineer came to Bu Zelu and asked casually.

"Sniff sniff..." Bu Zelu sniffed seriously, then walked out of the maintenance room to check the weather, closed his eyes and felt for a while, "It won't rain tomorrow!"

"Forehead……"

Bu Zelu's operation really shocked many people in the team.

Then I went back to the simulator to continue to familiarize myself with the track, and at the same time started to discuss the running method of this track with the track engineer next to me.

Of course there will be no rain tomorrow, tomorrow is qualifying and it will rain ass.

And Bu Zelu is no longer a maverick anymore. Like last time, the car was delivered with rain tires. Anyway, when it rains before the race, everyone in the entire team will change rain tires.

Bu Zelu once thought about getting stuck in time and letting others enter the station. He ran outside alone, and he didn't even need to enter P3.

But this is too much, anyway, there will always be people who are not afraid of death who will change to half rain tires, and he will just go to full rain tires.

He only needs to trick others into making adjustments in the dry weather. The car is already good, but if he adds a rain adjustment, it will become invincible.

Why do other cars struggle so much, and even the top ten will be circled by him? It's because these people dare not squeeze the cars too hard, and their adjustments are for hot and dry road sections.

In the practice match in the afternoon, Bu Zelu ran and stopped again. In the practice match, his results have always been the same, and he is not particularly concerned.

Anyway, he also had an excuse. He had to get used to running the track for the first time. What if he couldn't run the track?

And today Bu Zelu's lap time is the slowest among all the cars, none of them, because Bu Zelu himself didn't dare to run too fast.

After returning home from get off work, Bu Zelu took the car back to the hotel and began to rest.

But this time, he was secretly playing on the computer, and there was no live broadcast. He wanted to score points, otherwise it would be too miserable to be blocked by the water friends.

It's not appropriate to be a bronze player all the time. At least get a gold medal. After all, I have won so many championships. Gold is also a gold medal. Well, this is Bu Zelu's greatest expectation.

"It's too hard to buy a laptop! Xiaocha, I'll buy a computer case later. Just borrow a monitor from the team, and get a mouse and keyboard too." Bu Zelu looked at himself and lost the game again, and started angrily. Make excuses.

(End of this chapter)