All-round Athlete

Chapter 809 Come to mess with the scene? (four more)

In the studio hall of the TV station, the commentators and guests were still talking freely.

When the screen turned, it was suddenly aimed at Zhang Guan.

"This is the current leading driver, from the Belgian Lotto team..." The commentator gave a sharp pause, and then shouted: "Zhang Guan! It's Zhang Guan! How could it be Zhang Guan? Could it be that Zhang Guan is the leading driver ?”

In the next second, the entire studio fell into silence, and the guests who were quite talkative had completely silenced, and he didn't know how to continue explaining.

Under this kind of silence, Zhang Guan took the lead in rushing past the sprint point.

"Uh, what is this? Zhang Guan was the first to cross the sprint point! Isn't he a guest? Why is he at the front? Is he faster than the other riders? Does 20 sprint points count or not? Count?" The guest asked suddenly.

"The guest won the first place in the sprint. The Tour de France has been held for almost a hundred years. This is the first time. Let's see how the organizer will arrange it!" The commentator also said helplessly.

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Ahead is the sprint point, but Evans is a little unsure whether he can squeeze into the top fifteen and get sprint points.

For Evans now, he cares more about catching up with Zhang Guan in front, but the current situation is just like what Zhang Guan just said, Evans has lost Zhang Guan's back in his sight.

"Damn Zhang Guan, where did he go? I haven't seen him after chasing him for a long time. Could it be that he hid halfway?" Evans thought silently.

Evans raised his head and looked in the direction of the sprint point, just in time to see the staff of the team's own team holding up a sign, which showed that he was the tenth to cross the sprint point.

"I'm the tenth! The sprint points of 6 points are not bad." Evans recalled silently in his heart, but found that there should be only eight people ahead of him.

"No, I should be ninth. I remember there were only eight people in front."

In the next second, Evans suddenly thought of Zhang Guan.

"There is also Zhang Guan, is he also counted? If so, it makes sense. Wait a minute, did Zhang Guan pass the sprint point before me? Is he really in front of me?" Evans A wave of anger rose in his heart, he could accept being behind, but he could never accept being behind to Zhang Guan!

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Tour de France chairman Prudhomme fidgeted and looked out the car window.

"If it doesn't work, call the police! It's nearly 80 kilometers from the starting point to here. Such a long distance and such a large area can't be handled by our Tour de France security department. Only the police can have enough Too much manpower to find Zhang Guan! The police have to send some search and rescue helicopters." Prudhomme sighed helplessly, and calling the police was undoubtedly his last choice. Once the police are called, the whole world will know that the Tour de France has lost Zhang Guan, and the entire Tour de France will bear a huge negative impact.

The sound of the mobile phone interrupted Prudhomme's contemplation.

"Mr. Chairman, we found it, we found Zhang Guan!" The security director's voice was quite excited.

"Finally found it!" Prudhomme let out a long breath, and then asked: "When did you find it? How is Zhang Guan's current situation? Is he injured?"

"We also just found Zhang Guan, um... It seems that Zhang Guan should not have been injured at the time, and he is still in very good condition." The security director said. After Prudhom heard the news, the star hanging My heart is finally at ease.

"Where did you find Zhang Guan? I want to have a few words with him." Prudhomme said, he was still going to talk to Zhang Guan in person to confirm that nothing happened to Zhang Guan.

"Mr. Chairman, I'm afraid you can't talk to Zhang Guan yet." The security director hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Actually, we haven't seen Zhang Guan in person, we saw him on TV."

"On the TV? Has Zhang Guan been captured on the broadcast? Where is he now?" Prudhomme asked.

"The sprint point of the track, just a minute ago, Zhang Guan arrived at the sprint point of the track." The safety director said.

"What? Zhang Guan is in front of me?" Prudhomme was taken aback for a moment. He looked at the time and frowned again.

"Aren't you mistaken? The sprint point of the track is at the 84-kilometer Afriye. I haven't gone there by car yet! At this time, the leading driver should have just arrived there. How did Zhang Guan get there? By helicopter?" Prudhomme asked several questions in succession.

"Zhang Guan passed by on a bicycle." The security director continued: "According to the broadcast screen, Zhang Guan took the lead in rushing past the sprint point."

"Take the lead? What does this mean? What does it mean to take the lead?" Prudhomme asked without knowing why.

"It's the first place. He was faster than all the drivers, ran at the front, and was the first to cross the sprint point." The safety director replied honestly.

"Are you kidding me? It's not funny at all! Zhang Guan was the first to cross the sprint point. What's going on?" If he wasn't sitting in the car, Prudhomme would have jumped up straight away.

"I don't know what's going on. What I can confirm is that Zhang Guan is very safe now. As for other situations, you should ask the staff at the sprint point, and you should be able to find out." The security director said.

After hanging up the phone, Prudhom still hadn't recovered, but the second call had already come.

This time it was Gomez, the race director who was in charge of the sprint point, who called.

"Mr. Chairman, I have something very important to report to you. Just three minutes ago, our invited guest, Mr. Zhang Guan, was the first to cross the sprint point. And I have confirmed that Zhang Guan and other drivers , have been riding in the peloton, and did not use other tools.” Gomez worried that Prudhomme did not believe himself, so he added: “What I said is true, I am not joking.”

Hearing this news for the second time, Prudhomme calmed down a lot. He was no longer as surprised as he was just now, but said quite calmly: "Okay, I know about this matter."

"But Mr. Chairman, according to the rules, the driver who crosses the sprint point first can get 20 sprint points, so does Zhang Guan's points still count?" Gomez then asked.

"Zhang Guan is just a guest, and he is not a racing driver. Why should he be given sprint points? Why does he want sprint points? Does he still need to wear a green jersey?" Prudhomme is now a little annoyed by Zhang Guan's behavior.

Since you are invited to be a guest, it should look like a guest, interact with fans, isn't it good to take pictures? Look at so many enthusiastic French chicks on the side of the road, with protruding fronts and backs, ultra-short suspenders, and deeply hooked white legs. How exciting! And this is France, it doesn't matter if it's just one or two. If you don't seize such a good opportunity to flirt with girls, why are you competing in speed with a group of big men?

At this time, Prudhomme felt that he was very wronged. Zhang Guan ran in front of the large army, but he was anxiously looking for someone in the back. He searched for nearly two hours and almost called the police.

"This Zhang Guan, I asked you to ride just for show, is it really an official competition? You are a guest, why do you have nothing to do with the contestants? It's nothing more than excitement, and you are faster than everyone else! You were the first to cross the sprint point! After all, you are here to be a guest, to make a fuss!" Prudhom couldn't help complaining in his heart.

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