olympian big player

672 Chapter 672- This is the debut
As several people were chatting in the background, the end of the concert soon came, and Ling Junjie had been notified by the staff to go to the stage.

As the protagonist of Singapore, he didn't only have one song, no, soon there was a chorus outside the venue.

"Don't run away, kid! Otherwise, I'll lose face!" Li Jian was walking out holding Bu Zelu's arm.

"No, why not, let's discuss it!" Bu Zelu felt a little guilty about such a big stage, mainly strangers, if he was his own, he would be happier than anyone else.

Just like a few days ago, a few of them had a barbecue in the villa and sang K, and a friend filmed it and put it on the Internet.

In any case, Li Jian was holding on to Bu Ze's shoes tightly. Today was his day to become famous. With such a large concert lineup, he didn't even have the chance to sing a single.

Fortunately, Ling Junjie strongly invited Li Jian, and at the same time used words to squeeze Bu Zelu, and agreed that the new combination of the three of them would make an appearance tonight.

Soon, Ling Junjie's two songs were finished, and as the stage darkened, Bu Zelu bit the bullet, wearing sunglasses, and was dragged by Li Jian's arm and ran to the stage.

Sitting behind the drum kit, Li Jian also sat at the piano, and Ling Junjie also stood behind the microphone with an electric guitar in his arms.

The three of them had rehearsed a long time ago, not only on this stage, but also played several times in the music room of Ling Junjie's home.

The prelude sounded, and a bunch of lights followed the three people's voices one by one, hitting everyone's position, and an adapted version of "Seasons of the Wind" was the last song of the concert.

This song was Bu Zeli's worst loss, and he paid the copyright fee for the change. Thinking about other songs, they were all prostituted by his brain.

In Asia, Hong Kong music, which was so popular at the time, had a great influence. It doesn't matter whether you can speak Cantonese or not, but you can always sing a few words in Cantonese songs, regardless of whether it is standard or not.

Not to mention that when Cantonese songs were the most popular, Southeast Asia was the first to accept them. This is where Guangdong, Guangxi, and Chinese descendants in southern Fujian are very marketable.

The concert is over, and Bu Zelu is the same as tonight's game, the whole process is muddle-headed, anyway, he just sings along with the music, and it's over after singing.

But today Zaina gave him a day off, and Bu Ze rushed to Ling Junjie's side to organize another large celebration party.

Speaking of friends, Bu Zelu’s social circle is still very powerful, let’s not talk about those sports colleagues, he also knows a lot of people in the European and American entertainment circles, no, Taylor took a good look at it tonight and invited a few friends to come to participate party.

Huge eating and drinking, coupled with the fact that Bu Zelu won the championship in Singapore, there is even more reason to celebrate.

After playing in the morning, Bu Zelu fell asleep in a daze.

He got up after listening to the ringtone of the mobile phone beside the bed, and didn't take the beautiful legs around him seriously. This kind of party is normal.

"Ah, I just woke up, what's wrong?" Bu Zelu didn't take it seriously when he saw that it was Daniel's call.

"Oh, oh, I see, I'll take a shower and go back!"

Bu Zelu hung up the phone, looked at the people around him again, and they became more and more familiar. He carefully pushed aside the hair covering his face, and was shocked when he saw the real face.

'Mamma Mia, I don't want to be written in a song! Bu Zelu was really startled, this was his first reaction, it was very real.

Taylor narrowed his eyes and glanced at Bu Zelu, knocked off his hand, arched his head and got under the quilt again to continue sleeping.

Last night's consumption was a bit heavy.

Passing Taylor, I saw another girl, relieved not to have to lift her hair this time, is that right, this kind of model sister is the protagonist of the party.

So the question is, why is Taylor here.

In this situation, it is better to run quickly, everyone is just a friendly match.

He ran to the bathroom for a while to clean up, and carefully left the room wrapped in a towel, but then he saw Taylor wearing a large white shirt, looking at him with a smile.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning!"

"I have something to go!"

"Ok!"

"Well, you won't write me in the song!"

"You do not deserve!"

"Yes, yes, let's meet next time if we have a chance?"

"If there is another time, I will write you into the song!" Taylor blinked at Bu Zelu after speaking, with a smile on his face.

"I can also write songs! Heh heh, contact me later!" Bu Zelu hurriedly put on his clothes.

Taylor was sitting on the sofa, watching Bu Zelu put on his clothes, whistled from time to time, and looked at Bu Zelu's golden ratio figure with a smile on his face.

'Look, I've been training under the system for more than ten years. It's no wonder that I'm not in good shape! Bu Zelu complained in his heart and ran away quickly.

After leaving the bedroom on the third floor, Bu Zelu looked at the messy villa. How crazy it was last night. Fortunately, it was not his house. Ling Junjie would tidy up later.

"Fuck!" Bu Zelu took out his Singapore championship trophy from the fish tank, and he didn't know how to complain.

He sniffed it subconsciously. Fortunately, the trophy is not in the shape of a 'cup', otherwise it would definitely be used as a wine glass given the mess last night.

Carrying the wet trophy, he picked up a bath towel, wiped it casually, found a plastic bag and walked out the door.

As for the hangover friend in the living room, he has no intention of waking up.

'NND, Rosberg, a sullen bastard, actually hugged two black girls. Bu Zelu complained a bit after going out.

The car couldn't be driven, so I had to call Xu Da Nian to pick him up.

Bu Zelu's schedule is very tight, mainly determined by the F1 competition system, and the rest time is basically less than two weeks.

No, there are actually only 12 days before the next race.

After staying in Singapore for another two days, Bu Zelu rushed back to the capital. It is a bit early to go to Korea now, and he came to the capital mainly for asylum.

Let’s take a look at the flavors of the food, the matter of Sharapova’s secret meeting in Kuala Lumpur has not yet passed, and now two young models have been involved.

But Ms. Taylor was a little more reserved. She just said that if you come to the United States, you can call her and we can learn from each other and have a few friendly matches or something.

So after Bu Zelu completed the business activities in Singapore, he hurried back to his hometown, it was still safe at home.

Heh heh, a group of foreigners want to get visas from their hometown, it's really embarrassing to you, go ahead and dream.

At the end of September, the temperature in the capital city has dropped significantly. Doesn’t the hot spring at home smell good at this time?

The wild flowers outside are just for discussion, how can the three employees at home be fragrant, the heart alone is not so bad at 01:30.

"...Korea? I have no friends!" Bu Zelu lay in the hot spring pool, scratching his head while listening to Viniya's words.

One station, one guest is already the consensus of the Buzelu team. No matter what, Buzelu is a star, a celebrity, so it needs to sell the character set, get some traffic or something.

"I see that you don't always watch girl groups, why don't the company go out and invite you?" Viniya said jokingly, raising her eyebrows.

"I look at the women's team because the teachers in Dongying have different appearances." Bu Zelu said calmly, "I'm talking about it, those pairs of big white legs are dangling there, very attractive."

"When did you become leg control?" Zaina asked dissatisfiedly as she removed the towel in front of her.

"People, look up from the bottom up when you get old!" Bu Zelu was also at home, so he didn't need to wear sunglasses, and he would be drooling while talking.

"Hmph!" Zaina gave Bu Zelu a blank look, "Then tell me, what did you do at the party in Singapore that day!"

"What, what, just drink, then sing, dance or something!" Bu Zelu licked his face and swam to Zaina's side. "By the way, do we have any Korean friends?"

"No, didn't you scold others, you kicked them all!" Zaina thought for a while and said, "However, your popularity in Asia is still very high."

"Indeed, now we have a brand effect of one station, one star, and many stars hope to watch the match on the spot." Viniya added.

"Give us the money!" Xiaocha said lazily while lying on the side of the hot spring.

It’s still comfortable at home. I don’t need to care about the image at all. The main thing is that I can take a hot spring bath at home.

Xiaocha is very depressed. Didn't it mean that the girl's development was completed in high school? Now her figure has begun to resemble Viniya, and the figures of Zaina's sisters have begun to assimilate.

"Give me the money, by the way, have you paid the appearance fee for the Singapore concert?" Bu Zelu asked, no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it's still meat.

"It's already in the account." Viniya nodded.

"Tsk tsk, as expected, the official concert is very good." Bu Zelu also made his debut in Singapore.

"Don't move around. Have you thought about it? What about the guests in Korea? If you can't do it, call it to the company. The one with the highest price will get it!" Zaina knocked off Bu Zelu's hand and continued.

"By the way, the team's suggestion is not to invite stars from the sports circle." Xiaocha quickly added.

The Mercedes team is very superstitious. Whether it's the rain of the race or the invitation of guests, this stop in Singapore has confirmed their thinking.

Look, I invited a Singapore King from the entertainment industry, and he immediately won the championship. Before looking at the people I invited from the sports circle, their luck was weird.

Maybe the colleagues are really enemies.

"Then let the company decide. By the way, pay attention to the historical background and find someone with a better image. Zaina, please help me to take a look, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble then." Bu Zelu thought for a while He nodded and said.

"Then you say that, it's better not to invite." Zaina was born and raised in her hometown, so she is very clear about this situation.

"Forget it, it's not appropriate not to invite. Let's see the situation in the next two days. Anyway, the game is still more than a week away." Bu Zelu yawned, "Are we starting the third round?"

"Ah, are you an animal? Are you not tired?" Zaina said unwillingly, and now she has already taken the initiative to hold the shoes.

(End of this chapter)