Beyblade Let It Rip Again
Chapter # 35
The Russians were giving the 100th lap to a soccer field with their coach Pasha, it was already starting to be 5 in the afternoon, when they finished they all except for
Tala and her coach fell to the ground, screaming as if their lungs had collapsed and also their bones had been split in half.
—Pasha tell me why fucking freaking why.. (gasp) JAAAAA (gasp) We're doing this! —Brian started sneezing thinking he was going to throw up his vodka.
—We all know that they will not vote for us, but I appreciate the intention of trying to cheer us up, I was surprised.—Spencer had taken 4 bottles of water.
—this! (gasp) SHOULD JUST (gasp) be for Tala...—Ian couldn't breathe.
—You look like girls, I'm afraid even college cheerleaders have more condition than you—whispered Tala sweaty but serene.
—You have to anticipate any scenario, nothing is decided in this life, you do not know if for some reason people love you —Pasha let her hair go.
Earlier in the morning news surprised everyone, amazed at the format of 8 finalists in Japan, the European committee decided that they would do the same, but it
would be impossible with only 6 bladers, so they decided that fans had 3 days to vote for 2 bladers they wanted to see back.
Julia was dead from exhaustion, she had been training her combat maneuvers all day, she did not stop until she felt on the edge, she fainted and obviously Raul was
practicing alongside her, she had a little illusion that she might come back.
—I can not anymore I will die if I do not stop right now! —Julia was lying on the floor.
—don't say it —Raul was sitting on the ground wiping the sweat from his forehead —I hope they vote for me.
—I'm sure he will —Julia sat up.
—I hope so, I just wanted to show that I deserve to be there like you, I wanted to prove myself —Raul saw Romero enter the gym with two boxes of pizza.
—well my children!, you can eat now with all the happiness of the world.
—It's about time, thanks to the beyblade I can afford to eat pizza without losing my amazing figure ahahaah! —Julia took her box.
—well, I am seeing two beautiful love handles on your belly —said Raul, dodging the piece of Pizza that Julia threw at him.
Later, around 9 o'clock at night the spanish girl spoke with Hilary and Mariam from Whattsap, they had a group in which Emily was also there, but she was rarely
there.
—ready for the encounters? —Mariah asked.
—I'm training to the point of failure, I hope to pass at least the first round —said Julia watching her belly.
—I know you can win Julia, I believe in you! —Hilary encouraged her —I'm going to make bars with Tyson.
—wowowowow wait! , I read wrong ?, with Tysonnnnn ?, are you Hilary ? —Mariah was surprised.
—don't be silly, of course it's me!.
—the Hilary we know would never say that, Julia — Emily wrote.
—You are absolutely right! , I think something happened, what are you waiting to tell everything ! —the spanish girl wrote animatedly.
—hahaha I'll leave you in doubt until we see each other, good luck Julia! —Hilary disconnected.
Max has been glued to his cell all day, has the mustard finally finished frying his brain? —Emily wondered.
—It's very strange ...—Eddy looked at him lying on the couch, he didn't blink.
—It's easy guys —Michael interrupted —our little Max has finally fallen in love.
—WHAT!?
—I assure you, look at that stupid look —said again Michael.
—Who will it be...—Eddy thought and thought but couldn't think of who he was texting with.
—I love solving mysteries! —Emily hatched her plan with a wicked look.
Robert had to run his family's company, constant meetings, international calls, close deals, an endless number of things but he always managed to make time to
practice beyblade. Like Oliver, the star chef from Paris, he had already opened 2 more restaurants in Monaco and another in Germany, in addition to having ventured
as a star designer in the fashion world. For his part, Enrique managed an excellent nightclub business in Turin and Milan. Jhony, unlike an adventurous soul, loved to
be traveling to different cities in Europe. The members of the Bartez Battalion also trained in case he arrived to pass a miracle.
—If for some reason I am selected I swear that this time I am going to win! —Miquel threw his blade to the plate with all his might, training with the help of Claude
and Aaron while Matilda watched them.
Pasha had come to a dark alley in the middle of the city of Moscow, there a man in military dress was waiting for her.
—Dimitrov...
—Pashanka ...—they both greeted each other with a handshake —how's going to train fools?
—You know the pay is what matters and how about being a mercenary?
—You know, good days, bad days, catching criminals is fun and more if they hide but in the end you called me because you need my help.
—You are still a good hacker right?, or time is taking its toll on you and you're already rusty
—Pashanka? you are talking to the best in the world,
I need you to go on the BBA website, and make Ian and Brian look like the top rated.
—haha Pasha you know that would be eassy for me, but they will not suspect?
—na..., and if for some reason they get suspicious I don't give a damn you know — she smiled see —see you Dimitrov —Pasha retired.
—now I owe you 10 more favors Pashanka! —said the man with a laugh.
Pasha returned to the house of the Blistrieck Boys, when entering the dining room a vein was drawn in his forehead when he saw the Russians playing cards at the
table next to a pile of bags empty of fried foods.
—Oh Pasha !, come bet too, I'm in luck —Brian said.
—Tala? —asked the Russian.
—he said he would go to train in the mountains alone, that madman —Spencer answered.
—Why aren't you training? —the girl asked again.
—damn Pasha we ran all fucking day! —Brian hit the table but regretted seeing Pasha's gaze.
—idiot ...—Spencer and Ian whispered.
—you yelled at me? ...—Pasha cracked his knuckles.
—SORRY ! —Brian got on his knees before the laughter of his companions.