olympian big player

578 Chapter 578 - Guests
"This is still a hard court. The rubber on this ground is similar to that of the US Open. If it is on grass, you can't beat him at all!" Bu Zelu said after finishing another round.

"Hey, I didn't expect to hear Roger's name from your mouth. Aren't you two sworn enemies?" Nadal rolled his eyes.

"What a deadly enemy, his personality is really annoying, but his skills are indeed the most comprehensive. I absorb the advantages of him and Sampras in the full-court style of play. His pace is too slow. I always feel that I can Use his height and wingspan to make up for it, but he can beat others, but compared to me, his reaction is too slow!" Bu Zelu said proudly.

"Is it fake when I start F1 every 0.2 seconds? If I am in a state of exercise, my nerve reaction can be faster. Before I realize it, I have already completed the action of pulling the racket, so after training myself After realizing that my body cannot keep up with my consciousness, I will directly omit the reaction and attack directly!" Bu Zelu can be regarded as finding an opportunity to brag, he used to be beaten by Sleeping Arhat's gang of skeptical life, this is all a failure The accumulated tears.

"How do you practice? You can still practice?" Nadal said incredulously.

"Ace, 15-0! Guess what, you really think I'm at home playing on the computer all day. When my buddies are training, hahahahaha 30-0, la la la la, I can't concentrate."

Nadal felt that he couldn't talk nonsense with Bu Zelu, he had to be ready at all times.

But the ending is the same. Bu Zelu and Nadal only played for half an hour. Anyway, this is not a formal game, and there is no rest, so hurry up and eat quickly.

"Gerard, can you pass me a copy of the video!" The game is over, Nadal was beaten 6-1 by Bu Zelu, and Pique will be found to ask for a video.

I just patronized the game, but I forgot to record it. I played a real practice match with Bu Zelu today, which is a very valuable experience.

"Hey, hey, how can I give it to him so cheaply, let him treat you to dinner, let him treat your whole team to dinner next time you go to Madrid!" Bu Zelu happily walked with Robredo in his arms.

"Okay, please!" Nadal rolled his eyes.

"joye, can you choose a section and post it online?" Pique asked cheerfully.

"Whatever! I don't care!" Bu Zelu said cheerfully.

"I said you and I will also come to a practice match. This year I will also play the French Open." Robredo said with a resentful face.

"Have you finished the grouping? Who will you hit? I'll teach you a trick. At least hit him with a few returns and score." Bu Zelu doesn't play tennis anyway, and these experiences are the result of practicing against them. .

"I'm in the second half, and it's no surprise that I'll play Roddick in the round of 16!" Robredo said. "Then it should be this guy!"

"Cough cough cough, then I'll tell you how to get rid of Roddick, the rest is up to you!" Bu Zelu looked at Robredo pointing at Nadal, he had no choice but, both of them were his friends .

For dinner, there were a lot of people tonight. Several of Messi’s teammates called their wives and children over. There was also a large group of people here at Buzelu. It was completely a small party.

Fortunately, after the end of the Champions League in Barcelona, ​​​​there were no more games, otherwise I really wouldn't have the opportunity to come and get to know each other.

After the party, Bu Zelu and Nadal returned to Robredo's house. Originally, Boss Mei tried his best to invite them, but it was agreed to play at Robredo's house. There must be no newcomers and forget the old ones.

And these two buddies also want to have a good chat with Bu Zelu about tennis.

'Boss, big brother, please, I can't take it anymore, if you don't come, I will die! '

'I just got a Golden Globe! '

'Come on, big brother, just kidding!How did I know that your fans are so powerful! '

'No, training! '

'elder brother!Anyway, you have been eliminated, and there is no competition, come here to relax! '

'No!I go there only to fight! '

'Then you come to supervise the battle, supervise the battle! '

'Training, let's talk about it later! '

'I think you agreed! '

'Furthermore! '

Bu Zelu sent a few more messages, scratched his head when he found no reply, opened Twitter again, and found that the battle was still going on.

"Ah~"

"It's up to you what you do!" Nadal said amusedly.

"I don't know! Forget it, forget it, don't care, go to bed!" Bu Zelu didn't bother to care, didn't he just post a photo, and these netizens went online one by one, and now his comment area is completely gone. It has become a battleground between two groups of fans.

The next day, after Bu Zelu got up, he was directly dragged by Robredo and Nadal to play a practice match on the clay court in the backyard of his house.

"Could it be okay, yesterday's serious end, you can't play well without an audience?" Nadal looked at Bu Zelu's current state, he was completely dealing with errands, not even as good as his sparring partner.

"Worry, my Twitter is going to explode!" Bu Zelu rolled his eyes.

"I'll teach you a way. It may not be able to solve it, but at least it can make you calm down!" Nadal said suddenly.

"What way?" Bu Zelu's eyes lit up.

Nadal hooked his fingers at Bu Zelu, and Bu Zelu ran over on horseback.

After listening, he blinked his eyes and left without looking back!

"Why are you going?"

"I'm going to Madrid!"

"Hey hey hey, I'm talking about after the game, after the game, you play tomorrow!"

"My twitter was blasted after the game!"

Who is Bu Zelu? Just do what you say, just call and book a plane ticket and go straight to Madrid. This time, you have a long memory. Don’t mess with football fans.
Robredo and Nadal will stare at each other, "What should I do now? How about you practice with me?"

"Dream, you are not from the lower half!" Nadal refused directly!

"Just give me a ride before I retire!" Robredo said with a smile.

"No, let's forget about the Masters. This is the Open, and I'm under a lot of pressure now!" Nadal sighed and said, "You know, after this kid retires, we will be in trouble if we don't win the Open this year." Yes, especially Djokovic has already won an Australian Open championship."

"You brat, wait a minute. I'll find Joye to practice alone later. Then we can play in the Masters. If it doesn't work out, I'll form a doubles team with him!" Robredo said angrily.

"It's not impossible, you are from doubles. This kid has played doubles with Sharapova before." Nadal said.

An hour and a half later, Bu Zelu stood aggressively at the gate of a mansion.

When Ronaldo opened the door and saw Bu Zelu, he was really taken aback, "Are you really here?"

"Robbery! Stop talking nonsense, hand over the Golden Globe!" Bu Zelu said with his neck stuck.

"Aren't there four over there!" Ronaldo said cheerfully.

"Brother, I was wrong, it's okay, hurry up, help me, my Twitter is about to be ruined by you two!" After Bu Zelu followed C Luo into the mansion, he sat on the golf cart and walked into the courtyard.

"Who told you to make trouble yourself? Do you think it's a small fight on the tennis side? You and Roger have their own advantages. With so many champions, you are completely suppressed." Ronaldo said with a smile.

"I didn't know, let's go, lend me the Golden Globe first!" Bu Zelu stepped on the accelerator and drove the golf cart out of the racing car.

Elegant, flicking her tail, she parked steadily at the door of Ronaldo's house, and went in as she knew the way.

In fact, I have known Ronaldo for two years. In 11, when he came to Spain for vacation, he happened to meet at sea.

After playing together for a few days, Ronaldo slept very late once. When he went to the bathroom to take a shower, he found that Bu Zelu had been exercising in his gym at 4 o'clock in the morning.

You must know that they invited many friends over for a party at night, but Ronaldo found out that the rumors on the Internet were true.

Now Ronaldo doesn't sleep anymore, and trains with Bu Zelu, but...

Ronaldo was not in good condition that day. After exercising for an hour, he returned to the room awkwardly. After all, he came out to take a shower after exercising.

Even after Wimbledon ended last year, Bu Zelu had a very short vacation and went around in Madrid to train with Ronaldo.

Bu Zelu and Ronaldo did not meet through Nadal, a local.

"Hi, Elena!" Bu Zelu said hello and rushed directly to Ronaldo's display cabinet.

After saying hello, "Hi, joye", he looked at Ronaldo who walked in again, with a confused look on his face, what's going on.

Ronaldo spread his hands, gloated, and shook the phone at Elena.Yi Lianna understood it in seconds, and she was happy not to want it. From yesterday to today, Bu Zelu's Twitter account has been captured.

"joye, what are you doing?" Ronaldo asked curiously as he watched Bu Zelu stepping on the stool and moving things.

"Robbery!" Bu Ze's face turned black, "Go and help me watch the wind, don't let your father come over, and take you to my house to play later!"

"Mmmmmmm!"

After a while, Little Ronaldo's voice sounded childishly, "Uncle Joye, run, my father and aunt are here!"

Bu Zelu, who is already carrying the Golden Globe trophy, has already come down the ladder, "Good job, uncle will take you to Disney next time!"

"Hey, hey, you really took it!" Ronaldo said with a smile.

"You come with me too!" Bu Zelu hurried out with his arms around Ronaldo's shoulders.

"Why, you are robbing, are you still planning to kidnap?" Ronaldo was speechless.

"Aren't you going? Elena, my brother will take you for a ride, from Madrid to Barcelona!" Bu Zelu laughed.

"OK, I'm going to get the tote bag!"

Ronaldo looked at the two people speechlessly. Just when he was in a daze, Bu Zelu and Elena really ran to the garage, drove a convertible Bugatti Veyron and walked out of the garage.

"I'll go there first, if you don't come, I'll really kidnap Elena!" Bu Zelu waved at Ronaldo, and directly called Elena to take a selfie.

(End of this chapter)