In the studio of the TV station, the commentators and guests were still talking.
The screen turned and suddenly focused on Zhang Guan.
"This is the current leading driver, from the Belgian Lotto team..." The commentator suddenly paused, and then shouted: "Zhang Guan! It's Zhang Guan! How could it be Zhang Guan? Is Zhang Guan the leading driver?" "
The next second, the entire studio hall fell into silence. The originally chatty guest had completely silenced himself. He didn't know how to continue his explanation at all.
In this silence, Zhang Guan took the lead in crossing the sprint point.
"Uh, what does this count? The first person to cross the sprint point was Zhang Guan! Isn't he a guest? Why is he at the front? Is he riding faster than the participating riders? 20 sprint points, does it count or not? Count it?" the guest suddenly asked.
"The guest won the first place in the sprint. The Tour de France has been held for almost a hundred years, and this is the first time. Let's see how the organizer will arrange it!" the commentator also said helplessly.
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The sprint point is ahead, but Evans is a little unsure whether he can squeeze into the top fifteen and get sprint points.
For Evans now, he is more concerned about catching up with Zhang Guan in front. However, the current situation is just like what Zhang Guan said just now. 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 in the middle?" Evans thought silently.
Evans raised his head and looked towards the sprint point, just in time to see his own team member of the team holding up a sign, which showed that he was the tenth to cross the sprint point.
"I'm tenth! 6 sprint points, not bad." Evans thought about it silently, but found that there should only be eight people ahead of him.
"No, I should be ninth. I remember there were only eight people in front of me."
The next second, Evans suddenly thought of Zhang Guan.
"There is another Zhang Guan, is he also included? If so, it makes sense. Wait, does it mean that Zhang Guan passed the sprint point before me? Is he really in front of me?" Evans Anger arose in his heart. He could accept falling behind, but he could never accept falling behind to Zhang Guan!
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Tour de France President Prudhomme looked out the window uneasily.
"If that doesn't work, call the police! It's nearly 80 kilometers from the starting point to here. With such a long distance and such a large area, our Tour de France security department can no longer cope with it. Only the police can have enough A lot of manpower is needed to find Zhang Guan! We have to ask the police to send some search and rescue helicopters." Prudhomme sighed helplessly, 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 then the entire Tour de France will bear a huge negative impact.
The sound of the mobile phone rang, interrupting 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 deep breath, and then asked: "When was it found? How is Zhang Guan's condition now? Is he injured?"
"We just found Zhang Guan, um... It seems that Zhang Guan was not injured at the time, and he is in very good condition." The security director said. After Prudhomme heard the news, the hanging heart My heart is finally at ease.
"Where did you find Zhang Guan? I want to say a few words to him." Prudhomme said. He was still prepared 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 and then said: "In fact, we haven't seen Zhang Guan in person. We saw him on TV."
"On the TV? Did the broadcast camera capture Zhang Guan? Where is he now?" Prudhomme asked.
"Just one minute ago, Zhang Guan arrived at the sprint point of the track." The safety director said.
"What? Zhang Guan in front of me?" Prudhomme was slightly stunned. He looked at the time and frowned again.
"Are you mistaken? The sprint point of the track is at 84 kilometers in Afriye. I haven't reached there yet by car! At this time, the leading driver should have just arrived there. How did Zhang Guan get there? Take a helicopter?" Prudhomme asked several questions in succession.
"Zhang Guan rode a bicycle." The safety director continued: "According to the broadcast, Zhang Guan passed the sprint point first."
"Take the lead? What does this mean? What does it mean to take the lead?" Prudhomme asked in confusion.
"That's the first place. He was faster than all the drivers, ran at the front, and then passed the sprint point first." The safety director answered honestly.
"Are you kidding? This is not funny at all! Zhang Guan was the first to cross the sprint point. What the hell is going on?" If he were not sitting in the car, Prudhomme would definitely jump up.
"I don't know what's going on. All I can confirm is that Zhang Guan is very safe now. As for other situations, you should be able to find out by asking the staff at the sprint point." The safety director said.
After hanging up the phone, Prudhomme still didn't come to his senses, but the second call had already come through.
The caller this time was Gomez, the race steward in charge of the sprint point.
"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 riders , has been riding in the peloton without the help of other tools." Gomez was worried that Prudhomme did not believe him, so he added: "What I said is true, I am not kidding."
When he heard the news for the second time, Prudhomme calmed down a lot. He was no longer as surprised as before, but said calmly: "Okay, I understand this matter."
"But Mr. Chairman, according to the rules, the first driver to pass the sprint point can get 20 sprint points, so do Zhang Guan's points still count?" Gomez then asked.
"Zhang Guan is just a guest. He is not a racing driver. Why should he be given sprint points? Why does he want sprint points? Does he still want to wear a green jersey?" Prudhomme is now a little angry at Zhang Guan's behavior.
Since you are invited to be a guest, wouldn't it be nice to interact with fans and take photos like a guest? Look at the many enthusiastic French girls on the roadside, with bulging fronts and backs, ultra-short suspenders, and deeply hooked white legs. How exciting! And this is France, it doesn’t matter even if it’s just one or two dates. Why don't you seize such a good opportunity to flirt with girls, but instead compete with a group of big men
At this time, Prudhomme felt that he had been wronged even more. Zhang Guan was running in front of the large army, while he was worriedly looking for someone behind him. He searched for nearly two hours and almost called the police.
"This Zhang Guan, asking you to ride is just for show, is it really regarded as a formal competition? You are a guest, why are you shouting with the contestants when you have nothing to do? It's just a show, and you are faster than everyone else! And you were the first to cross the sprint point! Are you here to be a guest, or to cause trouble?" Prudhomme couldn't help complaining in his heart.
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