olympian big player

581 Chapter 581 - Big Oolong

Because there will be a little slippage on the rainy ground, of course there will be a little struggle according to the running method on the dry road, because he has not fully utilized the track.

One sentence wakes up the dreamer, and Bu Zelu feels guilty. There are a lot of data in the F1 race that can be compared. His running style will be exposed if he simulates a rain fight.

It seems that in the future, he still has to use the 'snap fingers supernatural power running' honestly. In this way, he can explain that he is testing the tire-safe running method on the track.

"Yeah, yes, how to use the No. 3 curve shoulder here, and what angle is the best way to cut in!" Bu Zelu hurriedly changed the subject, and asked for advice humbly.

After Bu Zelu chatted with Baier for more than half an hour, he was called back by the team again. After returning to the car again, the team let him enter the track again to run laps.

After running two laps, Bu Zelu found that the team didn't ask him for any lap time, but just let him run on the track alone.

The track engineer would also directly instruct him to switch some racing modes from time to time. Following the guidance, Bu Zelu soon discovered that the team was also asking him to simulate the situation of the rain battle.

Because these things were explained to him by a special engineer in the meeting after the game.

Who said that foreigners are not superstitious, no, needless to say he has already started to arrange drivers to adapt to the rain race in advance.

Soon the one-and-a-half-hour second practice session in the afternoon was completed. Bu Zelu and the team had a brief meeting for half an hour and then disbanded.

The team has prepared a Marco Polo MPV scooter for him this time, in fact, it is to see that every time he goes home, there are a bunch of people.

I just ordered a nanny car for him. Of course, I also have a dedicated driver. After driving the car all day, what should I do if I am tired of driving.

In fact, Bu Zelu still prefers the previous Maybach Zeppelin. It would be great if he could get a luxurious version of the two-way seat, and it is not impossible for four people to sit in the back.

Of course, Big G doesn't like it anymore. Bu Zelu is in contact with the team recently and bought a Unimog out of his own pocket, and then went directly to the modification workshop directly under the team to do it for him.

The real modification place, even if it is a well-known modification factory in the world, is the original factory, it just depends on whether you can afford the money.

The modification for you by the original factory is based on the original data of the car. All kinds of balance and power will be modified for you at one time.

As for the remaining modular design, Buze shoes are also a group of people who follow the trend, although they know that there is no end of the world.

But it's not impossible to get a Doomsday Chariot for fun, and it's not that he can't afford the money. He wanted to buy a RV before, and now he takes this opportunity to get one, and he is still a related household.

It would be quite romantic to take her female employees on a journey across Europe and Asia. Zaina hasn’t given up on her UP business yet, so she can have fun in two years.

Half lying on the seat of the nanny's car, chatting with several female employees, it didn't take long to arrive at Robredo's house.

Who told you that foreigners don’t like friends living in his house? It’s because he doesn’t have a villa. Friends like Bu Zelu just invite them to live in his house. What is the guest room for?
Buzelu only stayed for a few days, and even Robredo wanted him to stay for a while. This guy was already planning to retire after playing tennis this year.

Originally, Robredo wanted to retire at the end of last year, and then transferred to Bu Zelu's team to be his training partner, but who knew that Bu Zelu was one step ahead of him, so he stopped playing.

He still has to work hard. After all, Bu Zelu is gone, and there is hope for the Open again.

So now I hope that Bu Zelu will be his training partner, and by the way, it’s okay to drag Bu Zelu to live broadcast together, so as to consolidate his status as the number one Internet celebrity in Europe.

"Joye, something serious happened!" Robredo said as soon as he got home, before Bu Zelu took a bath, looking at Bu Zelu gloatingly.

"What's wrong? I'm playing the game honestly today." Bu Zelu blinked and looked at Viniya and the others.

The three of them also shook their heads. The three of them are also very busy today, and there are always endless things to do in the team.

"Look at Ronaldo and Messi's twitter!" Robredo immediately laughed after finishing speaking.

Bu Zelu blinked, quickly asked for the phone from Xiaocha, and started searching.

'@joye, you owe me a Golden Globe! 'Messi.

'@joye you lost my one and only Golden Globe! Ronaldo also cheerfully began to blackmail himself.

Bu Zelu scratched his head, what's the matter?He really went back!

"Fuck, I can't make a mistake!" Bu Zelu thought of the only possibility!
"No way!" Zaina was stunned halfway.

"Really?" Xiaocha burst into laughter after speaking.

"You're really good!" Viniya shook her head with a smile and went straight to Anne.

"What are you talking about?" Annie asked curiously. As Robbre's fiancée, she had been very happy these two days, and finally someone chatted with her.

"Please speak English!" Robredo also responded.

"Damn!" Bu Zelu didn't have time to explain, so he quickly called Boss Luo.

Soon the call was connected.

"Boss, are you holding his trophy?"

"No, no, I lost that one, and it was the only one, you lost it to me! How are you going to return it to me!" Ronaldo said with a smile.

"Don't play with me, I'll go to the hotel right away, okay, I'll change it for you!" Bu Zelu was about to cry, why is Nima still acting like this.

"Sorry, you can talk about it after you get mine back!" Ronaldo hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

Bu Zelu looked at the hung up phone and punched the air.

"Car keys, I'm going out for a while, I'm crazy!" Bu Zelu hurried out the door.

"Which one? Ronaldo's?" Robredo asked.

"Your, yours, am I looking for death by driving that car?" When Bu Zelu returned the trophy before, someone had already recognized Ronaldo's Bugatti Veyron, whoever let this sao bag get his license plate It was CR7, and it was captured by the paparazzi.

Although everyone on the Internet knew that it was the car driven by Bu Zelu, yesterday there was already news jokingly saying that Ronaldo visited Messi's home, and the picture has the truth, but it is just a screenshot.

I drove the SLS Buze shoes again and drove directly to Boss Mei's house.

"Hi! You're here so late, have you eaten yet?" Boss Mei was very polite.

"Boss, I was wrong, that, can I take his back first!" Bu Zelu said with a bitter face.

"What are you talking about? You've already lost one of mine, and you still want to take it away. You need to get mine back first." Boss Mei said with a smile.

"Don't, let me return it first, or you won't give it to me!" Bu Zelu was speechless with a bitter face.

"Then I'm sorry, I lost one, do I need to lose one?" Messi shook his head directly, and simply blocked the door of the living room.

"Nadal, you! It's definitely you. I'm going back to practice with Robredo right now. You're going to die in the quarterfinals!" Bu Zelu saw Nadal at this moment, and instantly understood.

This old man is a mutual friend of the two, and he probably already knows that the other party is holding the Golden Globe Award.

Nadal shrugged, "Tommy's physical strength is not enough. I can't wear me out on clay alone. Don't forget, I'm the one who played 10 hours with you. If I don't want to lose, no one else can." If you want to win, you said that!"

"Stop playing with me, I was really wrong, Leo, I still have a game tomorrow!" Bu Zelu said with a sad face.

"I'm not your friend, you didn't even invite me to be your spectator, and even kicked out my friend!" Messi said and pointed to Nadal.

"My motherfucker!" Bu Zelu was like a dog. It was obviously Nadal who asked him to invite Ronaldo to be his guest in order to ease the quarrel among the fans.

After all, Bu Zelu is a mutual friend of the two of them, and it was just a joke.

"Then what should I do? I can't play football. Otherwise, I only have so many trophies. You decide which one you want. How about I beat you first? I'm about to start a quarrel on Twitter again!" Bu Zelu said. crazy.

"Then I think you can mortgage the Barcelona championship trophy to me first." Messi chuckled.

Bu Zelu gasped several times in succession, "I...I'll try my best!"

After coming out of Boss Mei's house, Bu Zelu drove to Ronaldo's hotel.

This time, he didn't even go in the door at all. Ronaldo shook his head frantically through the crack of the door, basically in the same tone, that is, let him find one first, otherwise he will lose all of them. Does he want to lose face?
'Fuck, you two love and kill each other, don't mess with me! Bu Zelu, who left the hotel, finally figured it out a little bit, but what the hell are you talking about.

Back at Robredo's villa, everyone knew the result before they even asked, seeing Bu Zelu's half-dead look.

At this time, Bu Zelu suddenly received a message from Nadal, and after reading it, he was even more sad.But now he will take the blame if he doesn't take the blame. The two big shots fell in love and killed each other in the space, and he is not allowed to talk nonsense in the media.

'It was I who lost it, and I will pay for it! Bu Zelu resignedly bit the bullet and tweeted again, resolutely going to take a bath, this is a mess.

I shouldn't have taken pictures with the trophies so shamelessly in the first place. As expected, the trophies and other things were either locked in the cabinet or placed somewhere else. It would cause too much trouble.

Early the next morning, Bu Zelu dared to go to the racing track early. After all, it was safe here. He could hide in the maintenance room and block the outside media.

The paparazzi had already appeared at the door of Robredo's house, and he had to take care of the trouble he caused. Although Robredo was still enjoying it, his house had never been blocked by reporters. This wave of exposure was very cool.

He is relatively well-known in the Barcelona area, but in Spain, Nadal's popularity is more than 01:30 points higher than him.When this old man was popular back then, the media was not so developed, he had never been addicted to being a star, and he didn't even have a sneak shot.

After all, Robredo is also a champion.

　Sorry for the past two days, I have exhausted all the manuscripts, and I will resume two updates next month. I really want to finish the book quickly, but I can’t finish it. I am so anxious.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)