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

Roy, who "knows his mistakes and corrects them", is really like a "mysterious boy", secretly following behind the reporter to inquire about Arthur's situation.

Although the teammates of Baolai team thought it was Arthur's private matter, they were open and honest, and they had nothing to say to others.Plus it's human nature to gossip, so they told the reporter (and Roy) all about it.

Coupled with all the knowledge about Arthur in his previous life, Roy finally pieced together a "background map" about Arthur.

Arthur's mother is a single mother who is passionate about public welfare.During her lifetime, she had been chairing a foundation project in South Africa aimed at helping underprivileged children return to school.Arthur lived with his mother in South Africa until he was nine years old.

But when he was nine years old, Arthur's mother was killed in a car accident on the way to the impoverished countryside.Arthur was taken back to live in England by "other relatives", but he became independent from the family very early on.

The reason why Arthur chose to join the "Baolai" team may also have something to do with his life in South Africa-this team has a base in South Africa and has many drivers from South Africa.

When Roy "overheard" at this point, he couldn't help but think of the whole pack of cigarettes that Arthur smoked last night, and the conversation between the two of them—he couldn't help but sigh again:

Roy is not Arthur and cannot glimpse Arthur's past life.

But he can be sure that this guy's career in the past 20 years must have been soaked in ups and downs that ordinary people can't read from paper.

That's why winning the stage on my mother's birthday is so important.

Arthur has become so unstoppable.

Roy shook his head dejectedly: Really, how good would it be if the two of them could explain this clearly last night? ——He may have other considerations in the final stage of the game.

But having said that: with Roy's personality, even if he knew that today is such an important anniversary for Arthur, he would not hesitate to compete with Arthur for the championship-in his opinion, there is nothing like the result of the game more important.

"Roy!"

Juan and Mikel also finished the race one after another and came to say hello to Roy.

The red-haired Danish boy Mikel had just seen the overall score ranking, and when he saw Roy, he immediately showed admiration:

"Roy, do you know what your total score is now?"

Roy shook his head, he didn't know yet.

But in any case, the gap between him and the yellow jersey has been shortened to a reasonable range.

And it should be clear to all teams by now: he, Roy, is a serious championship contender.

"Little brother, you are only 8 minutes and 06 seconds behind the yellow jersey!"

Mikel said aloud, not caring at all for the drivers of the other teams to look their way.

One game, one sprint, and more than half of the gap that had been opened before was recovered.

The words "admiration" are written in the eyes of the teammates.

"Wait until tomorrow's game, you and Alex cooperate..."

Roy smiled and winked at Juan, and Juan immediately interjected, interrupting Mikel's words, so that the team's plan would not be leaked by this brainless big man.

But Roy is still a little unsure: now he has no idea what his state will be like tomorrow-he doesn't know if he has proved himself to Alex.

When returning to the team bus, head coach Victor did not reprimand Roy for the first time when he saw Roy.

"...I can understand you."

Victor only gave a brief comment and threw Roy to the team doctor.

At the team doctor's place, Roy encountered a roaring body without any accident.

"Your wings have grown stiff, haven't you! Didn't you listen to the team doctor!"

"That kid in white shirt is messed up, so you're going to mess with him too?"

"You guys, relying on your youth, dare to do nonsense. Tonight and tomorrow, when your muscles are so sore that you are dying, let's see if you have a long memory!"

Roy obediently listened to the training with his head down, because he knew that what the team doctor said was true.

Tonight and tomorrow, he must pay for his impulsiveness.

He had a good attitude, and eventually got a few sleeping pills from the team doctor: "If it hurts so much that you can't sleep tonight, take one."

Roy stretched out his hand and scratched his head, thinking: He can get through tonight anyway, the key is tomorrow——

He couldn't take sedatives in tomorrow's game, so he could only bear it by himself.

What's terrible is that tomorrow he must keep up with the current yellow jersey Spark, and follow closely, so as to ensure that he stays in the first echelon of the yellow jersey competition.

"Do you regret it now?"

The old team doctor gave another blow, crashing on Roy's head, and ordered him:

"Lie down right away, I'll stretch your hamstrings quickly."

"..."

Continental Racing and Bollet Racing continue to share the same hotel today.

In the evening, it was Alex again who slipped Royty onto the balcony of the hotel.

According to the schedule of the Tour de France, the team stays in different hotels every day.In a different hotel, there are no corners on the balcony, and Roy no longer "worries" that his conversation with Alex will be heard by others.

"You can do it, kid!"

After watching the game schedule video, Alex finally convinced Roy.

Especially after watching the final sprint of the young people, the experienced Alex actually felt a little "had to accept".

Although Roy failed to defeat the crazy sprinting Arthur, he conquered the heart of his teammate Alex who refused to admit defeat.

"Starting tomorrow, I will fulfill the responsibility of a lieutenant general."

Alex has always spoken frankly. Now that Roy has proved himself to him, Alex no longer hesitates to swear allegiance to the "Lord General".

"Tomorrow... this..."

Roy stood in the night, and the embarrassment on his face was not so easy for his teammates to see.

"Cough cough!"

Behind Alex, someone actually coughed twice, as if to remind them: the arrangement in the team is not suitable for discussion in public places.

Alex turned around and found that it was Arthur.

Arthur stood silently, looking directly past Alex, and staring directly at Roy behind Alex.

Alex suddenly remembered the gossip that had spread throughout the team today——

The young "White Shirt" of the Baolai Racing Team defeated Roy today. After the race, he once lost his composure and refused to let go of his opponent who crossed the line together.

Alex looked at this pair of young people who were very close in all aspects, thought about it, and decided on "adult beauty".

After all, the pair rode side by side for more than 200 kilometers, and it is estimated that they both have a little sympathy for each other-in the end, they will kill each other.

"You two 'good opponents', after the game, you must have some ideas to share, you talk, you talk first—"

The deputy general oiled the soles of his feet and left the chief general alone on the balcony.

Facing Arthur, Roy felt speechless.

Ever since Roy realized that he didn't know anything about Arthur, the distance between the man in front of him and him seemed to suddenly widen.

He can no longer call himself a "fan" laughing and joking.He doesn't have this face.

"what happened to you?"

Arthur asked calmly, no nonsense as always.

"Me?" Roy had no idea what Arthur was asking.

"What's the matter tomorrow?" Arthur repeated the question.

It was only then that Roy remembered that not only just now, but at the end of the game before, he did complain in front of Arthur: He will be miserable tomorrow.

"Today, I really didn't expect you to rush so hard at the finish line..." Roy decided to confess, "My thigh muscles can't bear this kind of strength, plus some minor injuries before, it may affect tomorrow's game. "

"Didn't your team doctor give you physical therapy?" Arthur frowned.

"Physiotherapy has been done, but the team doctor also said..."

"go!"

Before Roy could finish his sentence, Arthur suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Roy's right arm, and dragged him quickly away from the balcony, into the hotel corridor, turned two turns, and entered the safety ladder.Arthur took him down one floor to the floor where the Baolai team lived.

Arthur raised his hand and opened a guest room.

He directly pulled Roy into the room, and said briefly, "Undress——"

As soon as Roy entered the house, he first noticed that it was an extremely neat room.The suitcases in the house have been opened, and the team uniforms of the Bollet team are hanging on the hangers, but the whole room still looks like it has just been cleaned.

This is another personality that is completely different from Roy's: if someone goes to Roy's room, they are guaranteed to see all kinds of daily necessities and clothes thrown all over the room-although Roy can always pack everything when he leaves the room to the box.

"Put on this bathrobe—I haven't worn this one." Arthur pointed to a bathrobe hanging on a hanger.

Roy was at a loss: changing the bathrobe...for what?

He turned around belatedly, only to find that the door of this room had already been closed by Arthur.

"You don't need to change your bathrobe." Arthur frowned, and pointed to the bed, "Take off your T-shirt, face down, and lie on your stomach..."

Roy was shocked, his first reaction was: run!Arthur was going to eat him.

He just turned around and was about to run away when someone grabbed him from behind——

Arthur put his hand on Roy's right shoulder, just avoiding the injury he suffered from a crash a few days ago.

"I know some special massage techniques, originally used by rugby players, that are effective in relaxing the muscles. It may be painful though, and I thought . . . you might want to try it?"

Arthur let go of Roy and stood by the bed with folded arms.

He looked at Roy indifferently, with only three words in his eyes: "Come or not?"

"You...you can sprint without any scruples today because you know..."

A light suddenly lit up in Roy's mind: If so, there would be a reasonable explanation for Arthur's actions today.

In other words, with Arthur's help, he can also quickly return to normal state, and won't be troubled by muscle strain?

Roy was dubious, removed the T-shirt he was wearing on his upper body, declined Arthur's bathrobe, moved to the "physiotherapy bed" in front of him, and made a standard prone position.

He could feel Arthur lift his left arm and right leg, bending his sore arm and calf back sideways.

This is similar to the daily physiotherapy methods of the team doctor-Roy thought to himself.

Unexpectedly, at the next moment, as if a huge force suddenly struck, Roy's sore and swollen arm and leg muscles suddenly felt a tearing pain at the same time.

Roy is a baby who is not very good at enduring pain. He suddenly let out a miserable howl—the sound could be heard throughout the hotel.