olympian big player

577 Chapter 577 - Almost stabbed a hornet's nest

Two hours later, Bu Zelu kept taking selfies with his mobile phone with a smile on his face.

He never thought that he would have such a day, holding a trophy and taking crazy selfies.

This is the Golden Globe Award "Leo, is this really gold?" Bu Zelu looked at the four Golden Globe Awards in front of him.

"Yes, it's made of pure gold!" Rio Messi nodded with a smile.

"Look, look, this is the gap. None of the trophies we have worked so hard to win are pure gold. The most important thing is a replica!" Bu Zelu hugged the Golden Globe Award although it was said to be hollow, But there is also a weight of ten catties.

"Don't you have a gold medal?" Nadal felt so embarrassed. He knew that he lent his Open trophies to others casually, but now he was frantically taking photos with others' trophies.

"That's how big! Is Leo's golden boot? Is it made of your shoe size? It's also pure gold?" Bu Zelu took out another golden boot trophy and asked curiously again.

"It's also pure gold, but this should be the same!" Rio Messi didn't know what to say.

"Come on, take a photo, find an angle, and feel like I'm wearing a pair of golden boots!" Bu Zelu handed the phone to Nadal.

After taking photos for a while, Bu Zelu sat down in the living room and chatted with a few people.

After a while, Robredo came to Messi's house with a large number of Yingyingyanyan, Bu Zelu and Nadal looked at each other, and hurried away.

"You two bastards, don't go, stop for me! Do you know how difficult it is to find a taxi at the airport..."

Bu Zelu and Nadal decisively escaped.

But a group of Macy's friends didn't know what was going on.

"What are you doing?" Nadal looked at Bu Zelu fiddling with his mobile phone and didn't know who he was sending a message to.

"It's okay!" Bu Zelu quickly put the phone in his pocket.

At this time, in a mansion not far away in Madrid, Ronaldo curiously picked up his mobile phone and looked at the message sent by the mobile phone, but his face turned black.

"joye, don't come to Madrid!"

Bu Zelu quickly looked at the message on his phone, hey hey, he didn't stop doing anything, and directly sent a tweet.

'The last time I was a guest in Madrid, I found out why there is only one?Come on! @C罗' By the way, I added a group photo of the four Golden Globes I just took.

Bu Zelu was originally a topic of conversation, and this piece of news directly ignited the topic, especially now that the Melo dispute is at its most intense.

'Smelly boy, just wait for me, I will definitely not invite you to my house next time you come to Madrid, sleep on the road! '

Ronaldo's message was quickly replied.

'Come to my sister's house, my sister's house is very big! @鼻哥'Miss Elsa suddenly came out and left a message.

'Recently I'm filming, let's go! Brother Hammer then attached a picture of Thor hitting someone with a hammer.

'Now I'm working part-time as a sparring partner, earning money and staying in a hotel! Bu Zelu quickly replied to a message, and took a picture of Nadal warming up on the court by the way.

Bu Zelu was also taken aback, good guy, I made a joke, the fighting power of the fans is so strong now, it made him a little skeptical of life.

Fortunately, Boss Mei came to the rescue at this time. "My stadium also needs rent!" 'Then I attached a selfie, and the background behind it is Pacey and Nadal outside the window.

"Still making trouble!" Nadal was amused and picked up his phone to know what was going on, and the phone next to him kept sending messages.

"Sure enough, our tennis fans are not good at fighting!" Bu Zelu wiped the sweat from his brow.

"You are in the racing circle now, don't get close to me!" Nadal rolled his eyes.

'Yo, I've changed careers, the Mercedes driver has a vacant seat! Rosberg also sent a message while playing with his mobile phone while he had nothing to do.

'joye, don't play with them, they are all bad guys, I am waiting for you on the Isle of Man! 'Dunlop also ran out and made a fuss.

'Actually, Dakar is quite fun!Missing a navigator! 'Attiya also popped up.

'That's right, that's right, don't come to the tennis circle to make trouble, Nadal, are you cheating! ’ Djokovic finally came out.

Bu Zelu sticks out his tongue. Fortunately, there are many brothers. Let this group of people mess up and finally avoid being besieged by Melo's fans. Hurry up and honestly help Nadal practice.

After some simple warm-up exercises, Messi in the room brought several of his teammates to the side of the court. This was the first time for them to watch the game so close.

It's just that his court is hard court, not clay.

"Come, come, let me show you today. Although my buddy hasn't played tennis for more than half a year, I'm going to deal with you, hehe!" Bu Zelu also had itchy hands today, and was going to have a good match with Nadal.

"That's the best, be serious!" Nadal was still afraid that Bu Zelu would not be serious with him.

Bu Zelu took a deep breath, swung his arms, smashed the tennis ball in his hand again, and threw it up.

"Oh!"

"ACE, 15-0!" Bu Zelu yelled triumphantly without the referee!

"Stinky boy, why do you serve first, I'm not ready yet?" Nadal said speechlessly, most of the people who came today were his friends.

"Okay, okay, come on, come on, you can serve, I'm serious, we agreed to treat you to dinner tonight if you lose!" Bu Zelu happily threw the tennis ball in his pocket aside.

"OK, bo3!" Nadal said seriously.

"Brother, what time is it, bo3? Bo1! After the game, we'll have dinner! I'm going to drive the car the day after tomorrow!" Bu Ze shouted angrily.

"Row!"

Nadal adjusted his state, this time he really took it seriously, slowly patted the ball, threw it up, took off, and swung his racket "Boom!"

"Bang!"

"Oy! 15-0, Bu Zelu received the serve and scored!" After Bu Zelu finished playing, he began to explain, saying that there was a funny move.

"Stinky boy!" Nadal was directly amused by Bu Zelu.

Serve again!

"Nice! 30-0, Bu Zelu's style is still the same, and as his opponent, active players are still standing still!"

Nadal rubbed his forehead, but after thinking about it, he understood that he would just stop playing for half a year. According to his own game, he would not play after the Australian Open.

Serve again!

"Hoo~" Bu Zelu whistled directly, "40-0!"

Nadal took a deep breath and served again.

"Oh!"

"Boom!" 'Got it! Nadal was a little excited and was not served by Bu Zelu, but he knew there was trouble after he swung his racket.

"Oh!"

"Receiving the serve and volleying the net, 45-0, I've already seen you through!" Bu Zelu gestured to clean up with a pistol.

"You serve!" Nadal rolled his eyes.

"Oh, don't be angry, your serve is too conservative, and have you noticed that your first reaction after serving is to run to the center line, can't you take a look?" Bu Zelu said cheerfully .

"What do I think? I'm definitely going to run to the center line, I'm reacting!" Nadal asked puzzled.

"Brother, you jump up, watch when you land, and then you will have the first reaction, don't look at me while you are running, see what I am good for, I must be doing fake moves when hitting you Ah! This is just to give you a fake move." Bu Zelu made a gesture.

"Is that a fake move?" Nadal was stunned.

"No, it's been three years, you haven't noticed it! I always faked my moves when I hit your return serve, and I'm not an idiot!" Hurry up, do you want to play or not? I don’t want to get off work. Maybe I will return to tennis after I finish F1. The Open is my cash machine!"

"Joye, joye, I'm talking!" Nadal said quickly.

"Come on! This is the guy I eat! I'm serving, brothers, work hard today, let me say first, I want to eat super big lobster, Leo, please contact me quickly, I want Boston airlift!" Bu Zelu Cheerfully shouted towards the sidelines.

"Boy, it's not sure who will pay for it today! I want to eat lobster too, and I want Australian ones!" Nadal said through gritted teeth.

"Don't swipe your credit card then!" Bu Zelu took the two tennis balls thrown by Harvey and kicked one in his pocket.

"You don't need to care about it, serve me well!" Nadal shouted.

"Get ready yourself, I'm not a referee, I'm still waiting for you to fix your hair there!" Bu Zelu said and prepared to serve.

A group of people on the sidelines laughed directly. Whether Nadal is serving or receiving, there is a preparation time. The referee will always tolerate Nadal's long delay.

"Ace, 15-0, I won't tell you why I can hit you back!"

"Ace, 30-0 la la la la, it's a turnaround again, don't crook your feet!"

"Hey, hey, I haven't seen you so wordy in the game, can you play quietly!" Nadal shouted at Bu Zelu.

"Ace, 40-0, I said I'm not a referee anymore, I won't wait for you!"

"For the last ball, I'm going to hit the outer corner!" Bu Zelu said and secretly took the racket to his left hand.

"Boom, ace, 45-0, left-handed inspin, wahahaha, I couldn't concentrate, I secretly switched hands to serve, la la la la! One more dish, I want king crab!" Bu Zelu said with a smile on his face Said proudly.

"Stinky boy, don't talk during the game!" Nadal was so irritated by Bu Zelu.

"Even if I don't talk, you can't beat me, forget it, forget it, let's have a good game with you, this time I won't hit you and return the serve, come on, come on, let's hit the bottom line with you!" Bu Zelu said Nadal hooked his fingers.

The people on the sidelines watched the two players play and thought it was a joke, but found that Bu Zelu was still a top tennis player, and the two were completely playing top-level games.

"Nah, the reason why Federer was restrained by your bottom line is that his reaction is too slow, and on the other hand, he is not physically strong. Look, I will play full-court style with you, and crush you casually!"

(End of this chapter)