olympian big player

Chapter 670
"Let me tell you, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will fly to Munich today, and I will go after Sophia!"

"I'm talking about it when I go back, I'll talk about it when I go back, there's a camera!" Baier pointed to the live broadcast of the FIA.

"Hey, kimi, why are you coming up too, what's your first! Vettel, why are you here too!" Bu Zelu turned his head and looked at the two people who were already drinking water and resting.

"You don't really have TR!" Vettel asked funny.

"Of course!" Bu Zelu's expression collapsed, "Oh, why is Barton in seventh place? Wasn't I still behind him before?"

"He didn't stop to change tires, I don't know the specific situation after passing him." Vettel shrugged and said.

"I've been dealing with the Ferrari guys since I overtook him." Kimi was completely unaware of the situation ahead.

He was unexpectedly eliminated in Q2 during qualifying. Today his goal was to get to the points area, and he didn't even think about the podium.

But after changing the tire for the last time, he unexpectedly came to the front row. Coupled with the Ferrari civil war, both of them made mistakes and rushed out of the track, directly allowing him to pick up a big deal.

All of a sudden from the 5th position to the podium position.

Anyway, Bu Zelu's mind was a mess at the scene, and he glanced at the data panel at the backstage of the podium again, and more importantly, the position of the ranking. He was indeed the first.

Not only that, in order to be more sure, he glanced at the system interface.

[Task: Win the F1 Championship 2/5]

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, but he still couldn't figure out why he didn't see the checkered flag when he crossed the line. He really didn't notice.

As the awards began, Bu Zelu looked at Bayer and the other two people with suspicion, and then stood at the highest position of the podium.

It's just that he was skeptical throughout the whole process. After the national anthem was played, he kept asking Bayer, "Are you sure I'm number one? I didn't give up the game, right?"

As for the following interview, Bu Zelu was even more speechless.

"joye, we noticed that you were contacted by the team on the third lap, only to find out that there was a problem with TR, can you hear the team's voice?"

"I can't hear you, I forgot. By the way, can the team hear me?" Bu Zelu looked at the host curiously.

"At least from the live broadcast, your TR is an electric sound, so joye, when did you notice that you can't communicate with the team."

"Well, it seems to be before the DRS is turned on. Yes, it seems to be the third lap. By the way, what happened to the broken car, I don't have DRS!" Bu Zelu said that the car was out of breath.

"You really don't have DRS? Then how do you know the distance between you and the car in front? When did you notice that you can't turn on DRS?"

"There is a warning light on the steering wheel, but I pressed DRS, but the speed didn't come up. I don't know if there is a problem with the rear wing or the electronic system." Bu Zelu said helplessly, "As for the discovery, it seems to be related to Vettel was fighting for a while."

"Indeed, we were watching the live broadcast. At that time, we were wondering why you didn't turn on the DRS for overtaking."

"I thought, I have been following him, but I can't catch up fast, so I can only eat his wake. Ah, I almost collapsed at that time..."

Bu Zelu listened to some of the host's words, and finally understood the situation on the track, but he didn't understand many situations.

For example, why Button was in front of him, and he didn't know how many laps he ran on the field, and he didn't know when it would end.

With a mask on his face, Bu Zelu carried half a bottle of champagne and walked back to the maintenance area with the championship trophy in his arms. He couldn't get excited about winning the championship in a daze.

"No, please explain to me why Barton is in front of me. After I passed, you told me that I am still in third place." Bu Zelu asked the staff curiously.

"No, that tells you that there are still 3 laps to go. Button didn't change the tire at that time. After being overtaken by you, his lap speed dropped very quickly, and he went directly to the seventh position."

Bu Zelu couldn't laugh or cry for a while, and gestured again, "I'm asking you, what number am I, and you actually told me how many laps are left, ah, also, I passed a McLaren in the end, I'm meow I thought I finally came to the second place!"

"Okay, okay, go home and watch the live video later!" Alucard looked at Bu Zelu asking questions, staring closely at the champion wine bottle in his hand.

"Hey, you still talk about me, let me tell you, why doesn't my racing car have TR and DRS? Is it because you are jealous of my appearance? Tell you, I am handsome, which is recognized by the world!" Bu Ze Lucha Pointing at the old guy angrily.

Alucard is the chief engineer of his racing car, if there is a problem, don't ask him to find someone.

"Well, we need to bring the car back for overhaul to find out the situation, and now I don't know why." Alucard also realized the seriousness of the matter.

Bu Zelu and the team were in a 'communication of consciousness' throughout the game, and even missed the checkered flag.

As soon as this question was mentioned, the atmosphere of the following celebrations suddenly became a little low. Today, Bu Zelu won the championship, which is nothing short of a miracle.

There is no TR, no DRS, all these are created by Bu Zelu himself on the track, and the team has no help at all, and is even lagging behind.

The time of the two pit stops to change tires was terrible. The most thrilling was the first pit stop, which took 3.1 seconds.

As for the second time, Bu Zelu ran a distance of 30 seconds on the track by himself. These 30 seconds are equivalent to running a pit stop time.

You must know that from entering to exiting the station, the time for all teams is only 24 seconds. This is still setting the tire changing time of all teams as 3.5 seconds.

That is to say, the gap between Bize's running on the track gave the tire worker 6.5 seconds to change tires.

For this second tire change, the team really took 3.5 seconds for Bu Zelu to change tires. The problem of the team at this station today is very serious.

Not to mention Bu Zelu's side, Rosberg's side is also in a mess, qualifying second, and finally brought back eighth, not as good as Button.

Button used the real two-stop tactic. After returning from the safety car with a full rain tire, he never changed it, which means he lasted for 32 laps and got the seventh place.

For McLaren, it is simply a big profit.

And the other Hamilton was in the 13th place, and was even caught by Bu Zelu.

But no matter what, Bu Zelu won the championship again after the British race and continued to lead the standings.

Finally, when the team took a group photo, the atmosphere finally recovered again.

"Walking around, watching the concert, I heard that many big stars are here today, and Taylor Swift is also here!" Bu Zelu has inquired a lot of news "In addition, it is said that tonight's concert also invited a mysterious guest , is the world's top, super heavyweight singing guest, let me tell you, it is said that this extended guest is so handsome, as long as a woman takes a look at him, she will fall madly in love with him."

"Okay, okay, I know you will also be on stage, you are sure you can sing out of the recording studio, don't get out of tune tonight!" Bayer complained beside him.

"Asshole, do you understand the surprise, do you understand the surprise, and, what do you mean by that!" Bu Ze gritted his teeth, and just blew it, but he fooled many staff members "Also, what do you mean?" Knowing that I also participated in tonight's concert, did you tell everyone with your big mouth?"

When Baier said this, everyone immediately understood.

"Please, the media has reported it, No, this is a photo of you appearing at the rehearsal backstage!" Bayer took out his mobile phone and clicked on a news item for Bu Zelu to look at.

"Ahem, the mysterious guest I just mentioned, um, the media didn't know about it. By the way, remember to cheer me on when I came on stage. I sang a new song!" Bu Zelu was a little embarrassed, NND, these paparazzi are too He was so embarrassed.

"Yes, yes, it's Sophia!" A staff member yelled strangely, and everyone in the team looked at Toto Wolfe jokingly.

"I have nothing to do, disassemble Joye's car for inspection, and all the tire workers will work overtime for me. Your performance today is like a pile of shit. You don't know what Joye and Nico's pit stop looks like. Is it?" Toto Wolff roared directly.

In this way, the staff returned from the atmosphere of celebration to a low-key again. Rosberg made his own mistakes on the track today, but the team did not give him much help.

In particular, the two pit stops, one at 3.5 seconds and one at 3.6 seconds, simply destroyed the exit window prepared by the team for Rosberg.

Rosberg was eighth, and the team's tire man had to bear general responsibility.

Seeing the situation, Bu Zelu hurriedly greeted the people around him, and ran away quickly. He had to take a shower and return his clothes to prepare for tonight's concert.

After Singapore F1 ended, they took the opportunity of this promotion to the extreme and held a large concert party in the Binhai Park near the track.

Some of the most popular stars in the world will be invited to perform. How come Singapore’s official language is English, so some world pop stars will be invited to sing, and everyone can understand.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Bu Zelu hurried to the backstage of the concert with Ling Junjie, an old driver, and he was a little panicked at this moment.

"Ahem, why don't you tell the organizer that I won't be on the show? What if I get out of tune?" Bu Zelu simply changed into a casual outfit, not like Ling Junjie, Jay Chou and the others. A lot of jewelry is hung on the body.

"You won't be afraid!" Ling Junjie said amusedly.

"Isn't it normal for me to be afraid? There are tens of thousands of people outside!" Bu Zelu said with a guilty conscience. This is an official event held by Singapore, and there are many ordinary people in the periphery.

Moreover, some fans who bought the race car in the grandstand tonight can enter the arena with their tickets.

"No way, there are tens of thousands of car fans today. You used to play tennis, so you can get close to fans!" Jay Chou said with a smile.

"That's different, I'm an athlete, I have confidence in that thing..."

(End of this chapter)