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

Roy took the phone from the person in charge of the team, and answered in fear.

He was afraid of hearing some unbearable news from the other party.

After listening to the call, Roy handed the phone back to the head of the team.

He himself leaned softly against the wall as if he had lost all strength.

The team leader asked worriedly, "Roy?"

Roy let out a long breath, closed his eyes, and smiled on his face.

"It's okay, he's finally okay!"

The caller was the person in charge of the Baolai team. He was entrusted by Arthur to call Roy.

The other party told Roy that Arthur was fully awake and in stable condition.

A full-body examination has been completed. Arthur suffered a moderate concussion, a fractured right arm, and multiple soft tissue contusions all over his body.

The solid helmet produced by modern industry and the self-protection action when he landed protected Arthur's head and cervical spine from serious injuries that could affect his career.

This is a fortune in misfortune.

And the first thing Arthur did after waking up was to ask the person in charge of his team to call Roy, inform Roy of his news, and convey a sentence: "I don't regret it."

Obviously, Arthur was afraid that Roy's guilt would affect his decisive battle tomorrow.

Just a very simple sentence, but very thoughtful.

Roy leaned against the wall, and the complicated emotions in his heart were being soothed bit by bit by these words.

He opened his eyes—

The team leader on the opposite side let out an "ah" in surprise, and felt that Roy's spirit was completely different.

It's like a different person.

Now Roy is calm and composed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth and a sparkle in his eyes.

He thanked the person in charge who helped deliver the message, and then walked into the meeting room.

His expression only said one thing:

Whether it's a mountain time trial, or a who-and-so at Renault - it doesn't matter.

Victor, who felt this change for the first time, was greatly inspired, and immediately struck while the iron was hot, explaining the arrangement for the connection between the flat stage and the mountain stage.

"My friends," Victor said, reaching out to both the driver and the mechanic at the same time.

"Please believe that after working together for so long, there must be a tacit understanding between you."

"So please trust each other, only trust can bring everyone victory and glory."

After the details of the time trial were arranged, Roy turned to look at Mikel sitting next to him.

"How about it, Rice, tomorrow is your time to perform."

Mikel pointed to his nose in surprise: "Me?"

Roy nodded: "Yes, you!"

This little secret is probably only known to Roy and Victor in the whole team.

Another young driver in the team, Mikel Peterson, was the same "rabbit" candidate as Roy at the start, and was born as a track cyclist.

From track cycling to road cycling, riders will have many discomforts during the transition period.

But their forte is time trials—single-handed combat without having to think too much about teamwork or responding to too many emergencies.

Although Mikel is just a carefree little "rabbit" now, Roy knows that after ten years, this "rabbit" will become the "King of Time Trial".

Now Mikel has just transformed, starting from scratch, and has not yet established any confidence in the time trial.

He was so surprised when he heard Roy say that.

But Victor listened to Roy's words, nodded thoughtfully, and agreed:

"Rice, give it a try tomorrow and show your true strength."

"We need to have someone who will try to stop the other team's drivers from getting 'bonus seconds'."

The "reward seconds" in Victor's mouth refers to: the driver who completes the time trial in the shortest time (that is, the time trial champion), will have 10 seconds subtracted from the total score as a reward.

The strategy of each team is usually: if the main general of the team cannot get this "reward", then send a deputy general to snatch it-if I can't get it, you can't get it either.

In tomorrow's game, Roy's direct opponent is Renault's George. If Roy can beat George, these 10 seconds are of no use to him.

But if Mikel can achieve an excellent time trial record, it will greatly shock all other drivers and put psychological pressure on everyone.

Roy's experience in these tactical arrangements is unparalleled, and even Victor had to think about it before he could react.

The old coach nodded.

Mikel was flattered and stood up holding his heart: "Coach, you trust me so much?!"

"You are a driver in my team, I don't trust you, who do I trust?" Victor rolled his eyes and asked back.

After finishing all the arrangements, Victor verbally checked the physical condition of each driver.

When he asked about Roy, Roy frowned——

After three consecutive days of mountain stages, he always wanted to break through in the following flat stages, and had no chance to rest at all.

Now he does feel that the muscles all over his body are tight and stiff, which is not conducive to tomorrow's performance.

At this time, the first person that appeared in Roy's mind was still "Arthur".

But this is an unrealistic fantasy—

This time, the Baolai team did not share the same hotel with the Dadi team.

And... Arthur, Arthur is receiving treatment in the hospital, he can't be here, and he can't help Roy relax his muscles anymore.

Roy heard a series of coughing sounds, raised his head, and saw the white-bearded team doctor sitting opposite him.

The old team doctor smiled and said, "Roy, you know, I just asked the team doctor of my teammate about some special massage techniques—it is said to be used on rugby players!"

Muscle-relaxing for rugby players... as fast as they can?

This is learned from the ... Baolai team?

To use it on Roy?He... Roy who is most afraid of pain?

The old team doctor Shi Shiran stood up: "Little Roy, would you like to follow me to the infirmary?"

Roy immediately screamed and fled.

Of course, they were outnumbered in the end, and were escorted to the infirmary of the hotel for treatment.

When the screams rang through the floor, the old team doctor said he couldn't understand:

Roy has crashed a car, been injured, and endured muscle soreness-why can't he bear the horse killing the chicken?

The next morning, Roy packed everything up and took his trolley case to the hotel lobby to wait for the team bus.

When passing by the front desk, I happened to see a tall blonde woman who was paying the bill, with a kind face.

Roy couldn't remember who it was for a moment, and shook his head, thinking that this might be a relative of a teammate.

He immediately put the matter behind him.

The "accident" that happened in the hotel lobby last time is still vivid. Among the parties involved, only he and George are still competing for the yellow jersey in the game.

Just as Roy was thinking, someone patted him on the back, and Victor's serious voice sounded: "Roy, who are you thinking about?"

Roy turned his head and saw the entire team following Victor, the general manager, the drivers, the old team doctor, the mechanic, the logistics team... Everyone seemed to be looking at Luo very gossipingly because of Victor's question. Yi.

"I'm thinking... I'm thinking about everyone!"

Roy answered wittily—it is true, these people in front of him are all he is willing to sprint for.

"That's good!" Victor raised his head proudly, his gray hair fluttering in the air.

The head coach announced loudly: "Team Dadi, let's go!"

Within an hour, all the players who remained in this Tour de France arrived at the starting point.

But the start of the time trial is a bit special.

Their starting points are at the same location, and a driver will start every 2 minutes, and the timing will start from the starting point.The driver who completes the race in the shortest time will win the race.

For the drivers, time trials are special in themselves.

It is a solo, a solitary performance;

Drivers do not get help and encouragement from their teammates, and cannot take advantage of the airflow of other vehicles.

So this is an absolute "one-on-one" contest, as George said: a "one-on-one fight."

Roy remembered that he and Mikel had discussed this issue earlier in the schedule.

At that time, Mikel told Roy foolishly that the time trial not only tested the drivers, but also tested the entire team, the ability of the logistics team and mechanics.

Now Roy looked back at the staff behind him, and at so many of his loyal teammates—he suddenly felt very warm.

All for one, one for all - as he swore when he joined the team.

Everyone will support Roy unconditionally, and in the end Roy will carry the whole team.

The order of appearance of the drivers is sorted according to their overall ranking.

Roy is now ranked second only to George in the overall score, so he will play in the penultimate.

Roy still had to wait for a long time from the time he arrived at the game to when he played.

In the waiting area, there are bicycle fitness machines for the players to warm up, and there is also a large screen showing the pictures of the players who have already set off.

The riders either choose to warm up, or watch the riding conditions of the riders of each team, measure everyone's strength, and estimate their own rankings.

Only Roy, he brought a pocket game console and played games in the waiting area.

The game console made a "beep beep" noise, apparently disturbing "George" in the yellow shirt.

George has monopolized a bicycle exercise machine and is doing various preparations non-stop - in fact, it is still early for his departure time.

But for some reason, George seemed to feel that the game console in Roy's hand was disturbing him, so he stepped off the exercise machine in a disturbed state, and protested to Roy.

"Roy, why bother, why do you try to achieve your own goals by influencing others?"

Roy's eyes widened in surprise, with an innocent face, he stared at George until the other person's heart was frightened.

Only then did Roy suddenly realize that he pointed to the game console in his hand and asked, "George, is this what you're talking about? Did you say it earlier?"

George:  …

Roy turned off the game to mute and continued playing.

George was so angry that he couldn't express it, and it was all in his heart.

He circled around Roy twice, his self-esteem in the "yellow shirt" did not allow him to say anything more.George can only return to the fitness machine silently and continue to "warm up", hoping that he will enter the state of the game as soon as possible from body to spirit.

Behind George, Roy played the game more and more.After killing a round, he raised his head refreshed and laughed in George's direction.

— as if he had already won.