olympian big player

Chapter 638 Chapter 638-Who Is the King of Spa-7
Bu Zelu's car started to spin as soon as it ran off the track, and the whole car spun all the way out of the track.

Just when it was about to hit the corner tire wall, because the car had been spinning, it avoided the tire wall just right and continued to rotate in the buffer zone of the track.

At this time, it is as if the car has used the 'Marseille roundabout' to pass the corner.

The speed slowly dropped, Bu Zelu turned the steering wheel back, the car twisted according to the inertia, and the rear of the car directly drew an S on the turf.

"Boom!" Bu Zelu's racing car rushed out again.

Back on the track, Bu Zelu almost spat out. It was even more exciting than doing a roller coaster just now. His speed just now was more than 300 kilometers. At this level, the car was spinning crazily and rapidly.

He didn't know how many times he turned around.

Kimi didn't see it, but Vettel saw it, and he watched the Buzzer's car circling crazily on the buffer zone in front of him on the left.

The clods of soil that collapsed along the way even hit the barbed wire next to it. Vettel didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that he heard the sound of stones hitting the barbed wire.

Through the supernatural powers of his fingers, Bu Zelu looked at the direction in front of him, knew that he was not retrograde, and subconsciously stepped on the accelerator and dared to move forward.

"Williams, sir, are you fucking trying to kill me?" Bu Zelu roared at the Williams racing car in the distance after returning to the track.

Bottas was flustered. He just saw Bu Zelu's racing car rushing out of the rearview mirror, and then rushed out of the track.

Yes, he was indeed a slow car, he had received a notice to evade before, but he evaded after leaving the Eau Rouge corner.

And he is indeed not in the traffic lane, but the ghost knows that the speed of the car behind is so fast, and he is still overtaking at the Eau Rouge corner.

In the previous F1, there was no car overtaking here at all, even a lunatic would not overtake here, and this is not an overtaking point.

At this moment, Bottas watched the car behind him gradually catch up, and this time he simply slowed down.

When Bu Zelu overtook Williams, he entered the second DRS timing point, "Nima, it turned out to be Bottas, NND, you Finns are partnering with me, right?"

"joye, your microphone is not turned off, are you okay!" Bayer said in TR quickly.

"Don't say yes, I'm going to vomit! Vomit..." Bu Zelu retched.

When he came to the second section of the DRS area, Bu Zelu didn't care about the results anymore, he just wanted to finish the game quickly, because he couldn't bear it anymore, he was about to vomit.

After passing the big straight, Bu Zelu saw Rosberg's car from the rearview mirror.

"Damn it, I'm still in the third place? Or is it that Nick is slow, vomit...it's no good, let him go! vomit..." Bu Zelu retched non-stop, and felt the pain in his stomach Everything is in the throat.

Bu Zelu and Rosberg ran on the track one after the other.

Rosberg actually saw the crazy 'rotation' of the Buzzer in the buffer zone, but he didn't see it all. He only saw the Buzzer car swaying outside the track for a while, and then rushed back on the track.

As the two Mercedes cars drove on the track, in the last half lap, Rosberg did not overtake the pace, but slowed down and followed behind each other.

He knew very well that the opponent's speed had slowed down and he could overtake him, but Rosberg didn't, he didn't know what happened.

In the last lesson, Rosberg was even blocking Webber, who was already approaching.

cross the line.

The moment Bu Zelu crossed the line, he saw the black and white checkered flag and drove the racing car to the side of the road.

Not only drove to the side of the road, but stopped directly on the buffer zone.

Suddenly, Bu Zelu turned off the engine and got out of the car, removed the steering wheel, quickly climbed out of the racing car, pulled off the helmet, leaned on the tire wall next to him and began to vomit.

This dizzy feeling is like drinking too much, and the whole brain feels like a paste.

He vomited out the contents of his stomach, wiped the corners of his mouth, and walked a few steps. His center of gravity was a little unstable, and he felt like he was floating.

With unsteady steps, he grabbed the tire wall again, and this time he vomited again, but the contents of his stomach had already been vomited, and what he vomited at this time was the acid water in his stomach.

At this time, several on-site staff rushed over and surrounded Bu Zelu, trying to help him, but Bu Zelu kept retching while holding the tire wall with his hands.

"Fuck!" Bu Zelu took a few steps back, then sat down on the grass, put his hands on the ground, raised his head and opened his mouth, collected a little rainwater, rinsed his mouth, and spat it out again.

But how much rain can there be? It was originally a drizzle, and it will stop soon.

This time, the staff next to him saw Bu Zelu making a gesture to stand up, so he quickly supported Bu Zelu.

Feeling dizzy, Bu Zelu swayed on the spot, returned to his car again, knelt down on the grass, grabbed the cockpit, and found the drinking water pipe from inside the car.

While drinking, he vomited directly on the seat. He didn't care if his shoes were dirty or not. He just wanted to drink water, and his throat was so uncomfortable.

The sour water passed through the esophagus, just like the feeling after drinking too much and vomiting.

Hearing the racing cars whizzing past his ears, Bu Zelu didn't care about it for a while, and simply turned around and sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

This frightened the staff, and hurriedly said something to Bu Zelu, the place where he parked is not safe.

Although some workers had already gathered on the side of the road, waving the yellow flag at the corner of the first corner, and the race was over, all the cars were slowing down.

But this is the end of the big straight after all.

"It can't be done, it can't be done, his legs are weak and he can't stand up!" Bu Zelu shook his hand. He is also a human being, not a robot of the system.

Especially when thinking about what happened just now, I was afraid for a while, and for a second, Bu Zelu felt like he was going to hit the wall, and even thought of the process of the car disintegrating.

And with his eyes closed, he subconsciously stared at the most important skill in the system [Distant Ideal Township 2/3, immune to fatal damage]

At this time, Bu Zelu glanced at the system interface.

'MD, or 2/3?so far so good! '

Bu Zelu was supported by two track staff and finally stood up, but at this moment his legs were weak, there was no support at all, and he almost fell down again.

Fortunately, there are two staff members around, supporting Bu Zelu.

After stabilizing his legs again, he gestured to the two people around him, and then stood on the spot with his hands on his knees, "Ugh..."

He retched a few times again, but he didn't spit out anything. He tore off the gloves on his hands and threw them on the ground, rubbing his hands vigorously on his face.

Take a deep breath!

"MD, I almost died!" Bu Zelu said with a grin to an old man next to him.

"joye, are you okay! Do you want a stretcher?"

"Ah!" Bu Zelu finally recovered his consciousness, and quickly touched his arms and body, "I'm scared to death, I don't have any missing arms or legs and need a stretcher!"

Bu Zelu looked back at the surrounding situation. There were no cars on the track at this time, and he looked at the grid not far away, and then looked at the cars.

Scratching my head, this F1 car has to use a special ignition method to start it after it is turned off, which is troublesome.

Forget it, don't care, Bu Zelu shook his arms and legs, and then he was going to go straight back to the maintenance area. Anyway, if you go back a little, it's the maintenance area, and the car doesn't matter.

Halfway through the walk, Bu Zelu quickly trotted back and found the helmet and gloves, NND, we will be weighed when we go back.

Walking through the track, Bu Zelu also met the Mercedes staff who hurried over, especially the three employees of his family.

He grinned and laughed quickly, "Why are you so sad, by the way, where am I?"

"You..." Viniya cried and didn't know how to speak.

"Why, why, don't embarrass me! Let's go! Go back and talk!" Bu Zelu stopped Viniya's shoulders, and by the way directly hugged Zaina and Xiaocha who came over, okay, there are not enough arms Long, he could only hug Zaina as softly as possible, rubbing Xiaocha's head.

After walking two steps, Bu Zelu saw a few people carrying cameras, and then lowered his arms, but still draped Viniya's shoulders.

There is no way, the legs are still a little soft now, it is really frightened that the legs are weak.It's just that Viniya is tall enough, and the skeleton of a Westerner is big, so if you don't hug her, you can hug anyone.

After all, the cameras at this meeting belonged to the FIA, and instead of chasing Bu Zelu for interviews, they followed Bu Zelu all the way.

Fortunately, the maintenance area of ​​Mercedes was close enough. As soon as he returned to the maintenance area, Bu Zelu nodded to several staff members, pulled a stool and sat down.

"Joye, are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Toto Wolfe had already followed Buze and asked quickly when he saw the other party sitting down.

"I'm a little dizzy. The water you gave me won't be in the bar. I feel like I drank too much!" Bu Zelu said jokingly, waving his hands.

Zaina hastened to report a medical kit at this time, and hurriedly checked Bu Zelu, especially the pupil examination.

"Go, go, play, don't make trouble!" Bu Zelu exhaled, and knocked out the flashlight in Zaina's hand, "I'll go to weigh, by the way, what's my number?"

"We are third, we kept the podium!" Baier looked at Bu Zelu with admiration.

"Damn, there's still an award! Forget it, let's talk about it later!" Bu Zelu put his shoulders on the shoulders of the staff around him and stood up.

Suppressing dizziness, Bu Zelu helplessly looked at the camera following him, trying his best to manage his expressions.

Going upstairs, Bu Zelu looked at these Belgian car model girls inadvertently, and walked up to the podium lounge with the help of the walls on both sides of the stairs almost by stitches.

weighing.

Then he sat down on the sofa, glanced at the two people around him, twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled wryly, waved his hands to indicate that he didn't want to talk, and rubbed his temples.

My head is still a little dizzy.

(End of this chapter)