Back in the game, I'm still the big devil

"This is not fair!"

After Arthur arrived at the finish line with the main group, he immediately filed a complaint with the event organizer.

"Roy's crash was man-made—"

"Of course, Roy is also a human being, and his crash is of course a human error."

George Spark of the Renault team pedaled forward at this moment, and dropped a sentence lightly and deftly.

Arthur has always been not good at words, and he said the wrong thing in the first sentence, and his face flushed immediately.

But he couldn't possibly drop the complaint:

"I can see very clearly that Roy's crash was caused by the Renault driver's intentional blocking."

"This is a very serious accusation!" A staff member of the race organizer looked at the young driver in the white shirt and asked with a straight face, "Do you have evidence?"

"I'm the witness!" Arthur said angrily.

He immediately stretched out his hand and gestured: How did the Renault team get stuck in Roy's position? Soren van der Tet, who had had a conflict with Roy, deliberately slowed down in front of Roy and swung the rear of the car, so Roy fell out... …

Sauron heard that he was being called, and approached with a sneer:

"Mr. Wilson, you are a stakeholder, you should avoid these baseless remarks."

Arthur turned his angry eyes to Sauron.

When Sauron saw it, he immediately remembered the punch he had received in the stomach in the past, and took a half step back in fear, but his tone was angry.

"Don't forget, Roy's total score is higher than yours."

"Only if he is a yellow shirt, can you keep the white shirt on your body."

"Of course you speak for him."

Sauron's defense was obviously guided by an expert. He didn't say any gossip outside the court, and he didn't say that Arthur and Roy "had an affair." He pointed out that Arthur was a "stakeholder."

In this race, Roy lost his yellow jersey because of a crash.

Renault's George returned to the yellow jersey and gained a 55-second advantage over Roy.

Then Roy would be the next best thing to put on the white shirt.Arthur's white shirt had to be surrendered.

Therefore, the Renault team accused Arthur of being a "stakeholder" and was not qualified to file charges against the race organizer.

"Besides, Roy fell hard once as early as Stage 8."

Seeing that Arthur seemed to be gagged and unable to answer, Sauron continued triumphantly.

"Such frequent crashes can only prove that he is too young and his skills are not yet stable...how can he blame his opponent?"

Hearing Sauron's defense, the organizers and reporters nodded secretly.

They all felt very sorry: Roy obviously had gained a considerable advantage, but he fell hard in the final stage of this stage, and lost all his advantages, and instead fell behind George by 55 seconds.

However, Roy does have a "previous record" of crashing.

Besides, in professional road cycling, it is common for riders to crash.

Without solid evidence, Arthur's accusation... really cannot be established.

At this moment, Roy, accompanied by his teammates from the Dadi team, pedaled over to the organizer.

Roy did not directly complain, but said: "I applied to access all official video materials, before and after my crash."

He made no direct accusations, but did file an application for access to evidence.

The reporters around Roy were sensitive to the smell of "stealth".

Even the person involved said so, could it be——really the Renault team couldn't swallow this breath and did the "black hand"?

But Roy didn't hold out much hope for the matter of "referring to the evidence".

Now that he thinks back one by one, the "crash" incident was clearly premeditated by the Renault team and calculated long ago:

The place where he crashed was a bend.Due to the narrow curve, the motorcycle in charge of shooting couldn't get close to the shooting.

The moment Sauron bumped into him was heavily blocked by the Renault team, and the long-distance cameras couldn't capture the image of that moment at all.

The most ruthless thing is that there are street trees above that section of the stage.The helicopter responsible for aerial photography above cannot also shoot directly from above.

More importantly, even if there is evidence to prove that Roy was indeed "sieged"-this has nothing to do with George Spark, who competed with him for the yellow jersey.

At most, the pawn in the team, Soren van der Tet, was given a second penalty and was severely suspended.

George, who was far away when the incident happened, was completely able to separate himself and had nothing to do with this matter.

So George is now wearing the yellow jersey firmly.

And this is simply the "perfect crime" that belongs to the competitive world.

After Roy submitted the application, he pedaled lightly and led his teammates away.

He needs to appease the whole Dadi team first.

Anger, regret, grievance, unwillingness... all kinds of emotions appeared in the expressions of the teammates.

Alex always had a gloomy face, Juan sighed, and Mikkel's eyes turned red.

Head coach Victor folded his arms and waited for everyone at the team bus from a distance.

A gust of mountain wind blew by, and his gray hair fluttered wildly in the wind.

"We French always say, C'estlavie. That's life."

Victor was calm, "Children, all of this is something you need to learn to face."

"We didn't protect Roy well, we lost the yellow jersey."

"But things have happened and we have to move on."

Da Mi burst into tears immediately, he was the tallest among all the players, standing there wiping tears like a child, it was really distressing.

"I said, old folks, it's not the end of the world."

Roy cleared his throat and said, "We're not injured, we didn't retire, right?"

Compared with Nick who was forced to leave the race early, these drivers who are still lucky enough to gallop on the track are undoubtedly lucky.

"At most, I was 17 minutes behind the yellow jerseys. I relied on everyone's strength and finally got back."

"Now, now we're 55 seconds off - we're the favorites, aren't we?"

Unexpectedly, the teammates were not too impressed with Roy's "rhetoric words".

"Roy, tomorrow is...the flat stage."

Alex reminded in a deep voice.

It is already the final stage of the race. In order to defend their yellow jersey, the Renault team must eliminate all possibilities of being "overtaken" by Roy.

Roy will never be able to be a "rabbit" as easily as before.

Moreover, the flat stage itself is determined, and it is difficult to widen the gap.

Not to mention 55 seconds, it is very difficult to recover the 10-second gap.

Roy smiled slightly at Alex and said, "Isn't there a day after tomorrow?"

Teammates: ...

The day after tomorrow is the time trial stage. Although there is a section of mountain in the track, the total length of the track is only 36 kilometers.

The longer the stage, the more conducive it is for high-level drivers to recover the gap-with only a 36-kilometer time trial, it sounds like there is not much room for development.

But the whole Dadi team knew that Roy must be the most disappointed and frustrated person in today's accident.Now he "pretends" to be confident and comforts everyone - no one wants to go against this kindness, so they can only nod to Roy.

"Okay, Roy, we... will definitely support you."

"Of course, Roy, you...you can."

After saying these feeble "encouragements", the teammates walked slowly to the bus of their own team with their heads downcast.

Roy confronts head coach Victor.

Victor's eyes glowed behind the glasses at this moment.

Roy grinned and laughed.

He thought: The old fox is really an old fox, and he has seen through him.

In fact, when he learned that he had lost all his advantages over the yellow jerseys and became a "chaser" again, Roy's mentality changed completely.

A fire burned deep within him.

Originally, the satisfaction that this Tour de France yellow jersey brought to Roy himself was not so strong-he had worn it too many times.Chasing the yellow jersey is more to repay the dedication and expectations of teammates and coaches.

But now, since someone wants to step him into the dust, hold his head down and prevent him from wearing the yellow shirt.

Roy's little desire to win was as if a handful of firewood had been added, and another fan of wind had been added, causing it to jump up suddenly, with dazzling tongues of flame, devouring everything.

Therefore, Roy, who just lost his yellow jersey, seemed to be a little quieter than usual.

But in the eyes of experts, his spirit is completely different——

Roy now seemed invincible.

Victor turned and got on the bus, and said: "If the Renault team knew that their 'little tricks' would have this effect..."

Roy couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth——

Yes, the Renault team must not want to see this consequence.

George Spark especially didn't want to.

"Roy—"

Someone greeted behind him, it was Arthur.

Roy turned around, just in time to meet Arthur's red eyes.

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked, looking Roy's body up and down.

— because he was worried that he was hurt.

"I...I saw them surrounding you...I, I should have thought..."

"I should have warned you..."

Arthur lowered his head, speaking incoherently.

Roy's eyes brightened instantly.

"Thank you for appealing for me today—"

"What's more, I don't know how to speak... I can't help you."

Arthur's frustration was palpable.

"But you stood up!"

"It's in the best interest of each of us to stand up, to accuse them, to tell them: This is unethical and unsportsmanlike. Even though it didn't happen to you—"

Arthur raised his head, and suddenly found that Roy's beautiful peach blossom eyes were curved, and his eyes were full of smiles.

This is completely different from the Roy who refused to be thousands of miles away after the crash on the 8th stage.

Arthur murmured, "I... ought to. It could happen to anybody."

What competitive sports need most is a fair competition environment. Any behavior that is detrimental to sportsmanship will eventually affect not only the directly injured riders, but also the entire cycling sport-everyone will be damaged.

"So, thank you very much, really."

Roy's heart was filled with joy.

It was as if a voice sang loudly in his heart:

He never misjudged anyone—

The old opponent whom he had been able to trust wholeheartedly for many years did not disappoint him.

Arthur has the same competitive philosophy as him from beginning to end.

They are exactly the same people at the bottom of their bones.

Obviously, the last impression left on him in his previous life, the eyes he saw at the last moment;

It was Arthur who was worried about him, angry about him—

This made him almost unable to control the joy in his heart, he and Arthur, they might become...

"Roy..." Arthur said.

Roy waved goodbye to Arthur, turned around and prepared to board the convoy's bus—everyone was waiting for him.

"Roy, tomorrow's game!" Arthur suddenly caught up and reached out to grab Roy's arm.

Arthur is such a person: he is not good at words, but he always takes action directly when it matters.

Roy let out a "hmm", turned his head slightly, and glanced at the team bus from the corner of his eye.

All his teammates were lying on the glass of the bus like geckos at the moment, staring at the two people outside the car, with the word "gossip" written all over their faces.

Arthur, however, completely ignored these things, and just opened his mouth:

"My friend, tomorrow's game, I will not sit back and watch this happen again."

Arthur didn't talk much, but when he did he was loud.

Roy could feel that the young man in front of him was making a solemn promise in his heart:

——Roy, for you, for a fair game, I would do anything.